by Darlene L. Turner | Aug 13, 2012 | climbing | What If...
Roxanne stopped outside the door and turned. “I can’t do this.” “Yes, you can,” Valerie said. “Come on.” She grabbed Roxanne’s arm and pulled her inside. The dimly lit room bustled with activity. Children giggled in one corner as a group of climbers were...
by Darlene L. Turner | Jul 23, 2012 | Bible, protection, rock badger; rock hyrax | What If...
He positioned himself on an elevated rock, senses on high alert. He breathed in the air trying to catch a scent of anything threatening his kin. Since his second birthday his mother said he had a responsibility to protect the others. His community housed 80 and once...
by Darlene L. Turner | Jul 16, 2012 | Bikram yoga, exercise, Moksha yoga, sleep | What If...
I grabbed my mat and trudged toward the yoga studio. My heart raced just thinking of the sweat pouring off my body. Did I really want to do this to myself…again? This would be the third day in a row. A fellow yogini greeted me at the door. “110 in the hot room.” I...
by Darlene L. Turner | Jul 9, 2012 | listen, obedience, wind | What If...
Leigh raced through the front door, threw her purse and keys on the island counter, and ran up the stairs. A quick glance at her clock told her she had less than thirty minutes to get ready for the evening event. Why did she pack so much into one day? When will she...
by Darlene L. Turner | Jun 25, 2012 | Blog through the Fire, Lisa Hall-Wilson, rain, thunder | Guest Blogs, What If...
I met Lisa Hall-Wilson through church and then at our writer’s club. We didn’t realize we both loved to write until our first WWC meeting. From there our friendship has grown. Lisa writes full time (check out her bio at the end of the blog), is married,...
by Darlene L. Turner | Jun 18, 2012 | dreams, Knollwood Baptist Church, perseverance | What If...
She slammed her laptop shut and threw the reference book across the room. Her husband ran down the steps. “What’s going on?” She hung her head. “I can’t do it.” “What?” She pointed to the book on the floor. “All this marketing stuff. It’s too hard.” “Of course it is....
