by Darlene L. Turner | Nov 14, 2011 | broken promises, Darlene Turner, dreams, homeless, inhibitions, judging, learning, unconditional love, what if | What If...
“Let me help,” Carrie said to her daughter. “It’s too heavy for you.” “No,” Rebecca said. “Let me do it.” Rebecca insisted she carry the groceries from the store to their apartment. The five-year old could be stubborn at times, but Carrie knew if she didn’t let her...
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...
by Darlene L. Turner | Sep 19, 2011 | broken promises, Christian Writer's Guild, Cliff House, inhibitions, judging, learning, praising God, protesting, unconditional love, what if | What If...
Lucille removed each item from her bag and examined them before placing her notebook, pen, pencil, easer, and ruler on the desk. The chatter from the doorway caught her attention. Two young girls entered the room. One dressed in everything black–from her dyed...
