Ancient Words, Living Truth – Seven Times
Michael opened his window to let the morning autumn breeze freshen his stale room. He inhaled. The smell of fallen leaves calmed him and he relaxed his shoulders. It had been a whirlwind of a week. He looked forward to a weekend of doing nothing. Movement from his...
Ancient Words, Living Truth – Harvest Offering
Nathan unlatched the lock on the door and heaved it upwards. The two flaps fell to each side with a thud. The sunlight blinded him like a spotlight on stage. The cool air filled the shelter, and he breathed inward. “That feels good,” he said. A cardinal chirped in the...







