by Darlene L. Turner | May 19, 2014 | Nothing to Prove, Phillips Craig Dean | From My Playlist
Karen stood at the edge of her grandmother’s bed and sighed. The rattle in the older woman’s chest told Karen it wouldn’t be long before she left this world. It was time for God to take His servant home. Karen sat and held her grandmother’s cold hand. She traced each...
by Darlene L. Turner | May 12, 2014 | Booth Brothers; 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 silenced 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 | Apr 28, 2014 | Find You On My Knees, Kari Jobe | 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 | Apr 7, 2014 | Aaron and Amanda Crabb, 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 | Mar 24, 2014 | Booth Brothers, I See Grace, Jim Brady | 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 | Mar 17, 2014 | Casting Crowns, 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...