by Darlene L. Turner | Jan 14, 2013 | Job, storms in life, sufferings, Why Lord? | Still True Today
Joe yanked the foreclosure sign off his front door and crumpled it into a ball. He whipped it across the yard as if doing so would rid him of all his troubles. I don’t need this. Not now. He unlocked the front door and entered his empty home. Its silence blasted his...
by Darlene L. Turner | Jan 7, 2013 | jacob and esau, stolen identity | Still True Today
Edison stared at the access denied message blinking on his computer screen like an annoying strobe light flicking on and off. He slammed his fist on the desk. Why wouldn’t it work? First his bank account locked him out due to an incorrect PIN. The one he’d been...
by Darlene L. Turner | Dec 31, 2012 | Luke 15, New Year's resolutions, pride, prodigal son | Still True Today
Darian peeked through the bars of the wrought iron gate and stared at the brick mansion in the distance. Trees lined the lane like sentinels protecting the property from outside forces. Fog hovered over the property. He placed his hand on his heart and glanced over...
by Darlene L. Turner | Dec 3, 2012 | baby Jesus, Gabriel, Mary | Still True Today
She rummaged through the garbage looking for nourishment. Not necessarily for herself but for the life growing inside her. Even though this pregnancy wasn’t of her own choosing, her foster parents threw her out of their home anyway. They didn’t believe her...
by Darlene L. Turner | Nov 26, 2012 | Abednego, Fiery Furnace, Meshach, Shadrach, Stand | Still True Today
The trio huddled around the campfire waiting for the inevitable. The sky matched the mood of the cult members—black and daunting. Even though the stars sparkled in the moonlight giving off a spectacular display, they couldn’t lighten the heavy atmosphere. “You defied...
by Darlene L. Turner | Nov 19, 2012 | Lazarus, Mary and Martha, Miracles | Still True Today
Maebry squeezed his hand tighter, hoping for some type of sign. The beeping machines next to his hospital bed irritated her like an annoying fly. She wanted to silence the constant reminder of her husband’s condition. Maebry rested her head on his chest. And wept. Ten...
