by Darlene L. Turner | Nov 7, 2011 | broken promises, Darlene Turner, dreams, homeless, inhibitions, judging, needy, praising God, protesting, relationships, unconditional love, what if | What If...
Eleanor walked into the church and slipped by the greeters unnoticed. She didn’t really want to be here, but promised Amy she would come hear her sing. Normally, she spent Sunday mornings cleaning. She looked at her watch. Couldn’t I be late, just this once? Not...
by Darlene L. Turner | Oct 31, 2011 | broken promises, Darlene Turner, homeless, needy, praising God, relationships, unconditional love, what if | What If...
I stepped outside my office and tilted my head toward the sun. I unbuttoned my sweater and let the warmth melt away the busyness of my morning. Awww…such a beautiful day! Too bad I can’t stay out longer. I needed to go to the mall and pick up some vitamins before...
by Darlene L. Turner | Oct 24, 2011 | broken promises, Christian Writer's Guild, Darlene Turner, inhibitions, judging, learning, praising God, what if | What If...
The teenager combed his fingers through his hair. “But Mom, I’m not sure what I want to do with my life.” “Son, what interests you?” He sighed. “I don’t know. I’ve thought of a tradesman of some sort. Maybe an electrician or plumber.” His mother set her teacup back in...
by Darlene L. Turner | Oct 3, 2011 | broken promises, inhibitions, judging, learning, praising God, relationships, what if | What If...
Helen walked into the church humming Victory in Jesus. Her week consisted of car troubles, worrisome doctor reports, and news of her daughter’s failed marriage, but still the words of her favourite hymn went through her mind. She knew to trust in her Lord. Hard yes,...
by Darlene L. Turner | Sep 26, 2011 | broken promises, Christian Writer's Guild, Cliff House, Darlene Turner, dreams, inhibitions, judging, learning, praising God, prayer | What If...
I feel him gaining ground and will my legs to move faster. I need to get to Mama’s room. I try to scream, but my voice is lost in the wind. I reach the mansion and stumble up the stairs. The glow under her door takes me by surprise. Is Mama awake? I push the door...
