Memories

A poem for a friend in mourning

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Good Wood, Bad Wood, and the Master Touch

John 20: 7 (HCSB) “The wrapping that had been on His head was not lying with the linen cloths but folded up in a separate place by itself” Jesus, God incarnate, was born as a carpenter’s son in the town of Bethlehem, laid in a manger, and destined to hang on a rough wooden cross … Continue reading

Daily Struggles

I have to be honest here… life is hard! I spend most of my time battling myself and my own destructive thoughts. Who can relate! I have a running monologue in my head where I build myself up and break myself down all at the same time. I read into others actions everything negative I … Continue reading

Remission

Remission On This day This dark day Before light was born We work We toil Once again to repeat Again And again Where is my remission He is born tomorrow Freedom offered Creation to creator Mystery unfolds Herald by host Rejected Lifted high A king A savior A babe ©ScottEtheridge 12/19/2017

Awed By Today

I’m awed again today by Gods majesty. The delicate design of leaves, the changing of seasons, and the force of an invisible wind only serve to demonstrate His power. If you have a few minutes I encourage you to be still and look around: The splendor of all He created will take your breath away. … Continue reading

My God My King 

His love holds the down trodden and His ways lead you through stormy seas.   He is my God and King In Him I rest my weary soul   When times are good and you walk the sunny shores or stretch toward star filled skies.   He is my God and King In Him I … Continue reading

Silent Murmurings of a Lost Child

How does life fly by so fast? By the time, we begin living it’s the end and we missed so much joy in-between. Seems like yesterday I was in dad’s old ford truck headed to school or riding go-carts without a care. To be held close one more time or hear my home place filled with … Continue reading

Here is new poem I wrote yesterday. Let me know what you think. Thanks in advance for your feedback

Here is a short story written in prose.

Lola nineteen years ago, I knew I was blessed to call you my wife. We have worked hard to keep God first in our marriage and the love we have (for each other) is fed out of that overflow. It is refreshed each day; because we renew our love for each other daily. The absolute … Continue reading