What if…seasons didn’t change?

She sat on her porch in her favourite spot overlooking the front yard. The maple saplings she planted with her husband when they were first married had grown and now stood as sentinels protecting her property. The tire swing hanging from the oak tree swayed in the fall breeze. The brilliant red cardinal picked at…

What if…we kept our promises?

Matthew sat on the front porch with his backpack beside him. He looked at his watch as he tapped his toe on the step. Late again. Can’t you ever be on time?  Ever since his parents divorced, he spent every other weekend with his dad. And it never failed; his dad rarely arrived on time.…

What if…His people really prayed?

They stood at attention with swords raised as she walked through the village in the darkness. Her mission outreach lasted longer than normal and the path home took her through the toughest part of town. The most feared gang in this small community came out at dusk and evil lurked in every corner. They were…

What if…we could turn back time?

Michael lifted the envelope out of the box from under his bed and gasped at the familiar handwriting. He didn’t remember writing anything, let alone placing it here in this hiding spot. How is this possible? He ran his fingers over each letter of his name “Michael Phillip Smith” written in black ink. He turned…

What if…we used our words for good?

Mackenzie slipped quietly out from her pew as the pastor prayed the benediction. She didn’t feel like talking with anyone and just wanted to go home. The service was encouraging, but the comment concerning her appearance earlier still bothered her. She felt defeated like a wilted flower on a hot summer day in need of…