Skip to main content

Posts

Running Home: The Anchor Holds (Short Story Series Story #5) (2026 Reissue)

                                      (May 1934: Lincoln County,West Virginia)   The way Jesus started workin’ in my life was unlike anything I had ever seen before; the last seven months filled with so much goodness in our family. A new beginning brought us closer together, even though nothing would stay the same. I was still struggling to find my peace. My heart still felt torn. Even so, I knew and trusted that Jesus was with me. I knew He would always be that solid anchor for me.   The sun started to set as I headed back into the house. There’s something about fresh air and farmland that is soothing. I still enjoyed havin’ time to myself. As I said, things were changing in our family: Della married a couple of months ago. She was never too far away, while my brothers, other sisters, and I were gettin’ older. We had lots of new friends around.   The Lord was dealing with me an...
Recent posts

Running Home: The Rescuer (Short Story Series Story #4) (2026 Reissue)

                                                          (Lincoln County,WV:October 1933)     The brightness and warmth from the sunrise always caught my attention. Another year of seasons passed by too fast and life was always changing. I never grew tired of fresh air and the chance to think about life. Mama made sure to remind us daily that the Lord would take care of all our needs. Despite all our blessings, something in me felt broken. I wasn’t sure if anyone could mend my heart. I needed someone to listen.   The sunrise finished coming up, its brightness blinding my eyes. I could hear mama praying inside. She was a true soldier of faith. There was never a time that she wasn’t praying for all of us kids. The courage she kept throughout every battle amazed me. I hoped that ...

Running Home: A Mother's Courage (Short Story Series Story #3) (2026 Reissue)

                                                 ( Lincoln County, West Virginia: September 1932)   The one-year mark of daddy’s passing had come and gone by much too fast. September rolled in as usual but nothing about life felt familiar anymore. I wasn’t at all sure how we as a family survived such a loss. It was the prime time for harvesting crops and daddy’s favorite time of the year. His death created such an empty space within our family; the memories of him were now bittersweet.  Everything had changed. Whenever I needed a reminder to keep going forward, all I had to do was remember my mama’s words:   “I want to tell y’all somethin’, the Lord will take care of us. Things will be harder around here, but we have to trust Him.”   Those challenging words proved to be a harder task than we thought.  “I need you all to help out m...

Running Home: A Heart Without Understanding (Short Story #2) (2026 Reissue)

                                            Lincoln County, West Virginia: August 1931)   My dad worked harder than anyone else I knew. Life on the farm wasn’t easy, but he always wore a smile through the most tiring of days. Daddy always kept his joy, and never wanted us to feel ashamed of who we were. He never made a big deal over small incidents. This was why I knew something was wrong and had been for the past three months. He grew more tired with each passing day and developed a nasty cough, which I had never heard before.   As I woke up on that hot summer morning, I could see Daddy tucked in bed, with mama rearranging the covers. She looked worried. I could feel my heart pounding. Della, the oldest of us, strolled past me and headed over to where mama was. Their conversation lasted several minutes. Mama leaned over, placed a reassuring kiss on Daddy’s cheek, and ...

Running Home: The Introduction (Short Story #1) (2026 Reissue)

                                        Lincoln County, West Virginia (May 1931)   “Melda, come inside before your supper gets cold!” A familiar voice echoed from the shack several feet away. I was somewhat of a daydreamer. I liked to come outside in the evenings to sit and ponder over life, well, as much as you could for a twelve-year-old. There ain’t much to do around here. If you’re looking for country living, then I suppose these parts are somewhere you’d want to be. West Virginia is a beautiful place. I’ve grown up on what’s called a poor farm, where farmland stretches as far as the eye can see. Everybody works on the land to keep roofs over their heads. Daddy drives the school wagon, while mama takes care of all ten of us kids. My older brothers help tend to the farm, but us girls help mama with all the housekeeping, cooking, and washing. I’ve been learning to sew. It’s my favo...

Running Home: The Prologue (2026 Reissue)

  Lincoln County, West Virginia December 1974       My momma was the center of my universe, my best friend, and the most loving and faithful person that I knew. She was bold! Someone who loved Jesus, and you could tell how important He was to her by watching the way she lived: so full of joy. Momma was not afraid of death. She never wavered. Her faith remained strong until she took her final breath. I wish my faith was as strong as hers. My emotions grew deeper every second.   I love you, momma.   Thoughts and memories are all I have left now. The funeral service was scheduled for today and I didn’t know I was going to face one person, let alone a crowd. I wanted to escape and got lost in my thoughts completely. I wasn’t aware of what was going on around me. I could make out the silhouette of a man coming my way through the milky fog of the winter day.   “Excuse me, sir, I’m looking for someone w...