by Darlene L. Turner | Nov 27, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Songs from the Heart - I Played in the Band and Sang in the Choir | From My Playlist
Sally clapped and raised her right hand to bring her Sunday School class to order. Within seconds, her students stilled and straightened in their chairs. “Good morning.” “Good morning, Miss Vincent,” they said in unison. Sally smiled. She loved these children. “Today...
by Darlene L. Turner | Nov 20, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Songs from the Heart - Find You On My Knees | From My Playlist
She glanced over her shoulder, but only darkness greeted her. The heaviness in the night air prickled the hairs at the back of her neck and she ran faster. Who was chasing her? She stumbled on the loose rocks and fell forward, reaching her hands out to brace for...
by Darlene L. Turner | Nov 13, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Songs from the Heart - Take Him to the Place | From My Playlist
She lifted her prized orchid and smiled. It had taken first place in this year’s contest. The periwinkle blue bloom captivated everyone’s attention. The phone rang causing her to jump. The orchid slipped from her fingers and crashed to the hardwood floor....
by Darlene L. Turner | Oct 30, 2023 | Songs from the Heart - I See Grace | From My Playlist
A woman with matted hair and a tattered coat shuffled up the aisle and onto the platform to join the others gathered on stage. The pastor had called those who wanted to share their cardboard testimonies to the front. He only expected a few, but twenty stood in a row...
by Darlene L. Turner | Oct 23, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Songs from the Heart - Just Be Held | From My Playlist
Janice held her five-year-old daughter and stepped into the pool. The warmth of the water wrapped around her body like a cozy blanket. She walked in up to her waist and stopped, staying close to the side. “This looks like a great spot to learn to swim. What do you...
by Darlene L. Turner | Oct 16, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Songs from the Heart - Dream For You | From My Playlist
She held her breath as she double-clicked on the email. Would this be the one? Words popped onto her screen. Thank you for submitting your manuscript. Unfortunately, it’s not a fit for our publishing company. A number of factors… She pounded the desk. Tears formed and...
