When fear is real
False evidence appearing real. FEAR. My first recollection of being afraid of something was while riding my cherry red heavy metal tricycle. I was three years old. My mother would…
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My sacred place
It’s not at an altar. It’s not even in a church. But the place is sacred. It is at my kitchen table. Just a few days ago, I sat there…
Homecoming then & now
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart We had joy. We had fun. We enjoyed so many seasons in the sun. In the fall of 1967, Noblesville Junior High School…
Catching fish … & words
What is said to a child will not only be heard with his ears but with his heart. The heart chamber is full of echoes from words spoken to a…
Don’t be ugly!
My cousin and I were about four or five years old. I thought it was my turn to write on her chalkboard. She would not give up her place in…
The valley of uncertainty
What if you never see a glimpse of hope or the possibility that your prayers will be answered? Will you still trust God? Do you lean on your own understanding…
Rejected … but I’m okay
Thank you so much for entering … I knew where this was going; they were not the words I wanted to read. I wanted a “Congratulations!” not a “Thank you.”…
A letter to my grandson
Dearest Jake, 07/31/2023. Today, you start the first day of your last year at Noblesville High School. I have a few things to share with you. Fifty years ago, in…
Lessons from the tail of a mare
Pride cometh before the weed. That is not quite Biblical, but stay with me for a bit. I had been away from home for three weeks. When I arrived back…
When love rests
“Rest assured, Chuck; I’ll be home in a few hours.” I send a text as I wait for my Lyft driver. How many times can a flight be delayed? Stay…