by Eileen Parsons | Mar 31, 2016 | Articles
It’s quiet. Birdsong rides on the gentle breeze rustling the leaves. The sun is a faint glow in the east, not yet ready to dawn the day. The women speak in hushed voices, their whispers filled with sadness and longing. “Who will roll the stone away?” they wonder. ...
by Eileen Parsons | Mar 3, 2016 | Articles
The sun emblazoned the crystals of sand. Any breath of breeze picked up the sand and carried it along, throwing it into my face before swirling it across the expanse. The heat pressed down on me, and my thirst was overwhelming. I knew I wasn’t alone. Turning my...
by Eileen Parsons | Sep 25, 2015 | Articles
Yesterday was the first day of autumn. The leaves started their turn a few weeks ago. The trees around the house have been dropping seedlings and tiny berries since early September. (During the night, it sounds like hail pounding the roof!) The nights are cool,...
by Eileen Parsons | Jul 18, 2015 | Articles
His friend was dying. Messengers had arrived from Bethany with the news, “Come quickly, Jesus. Lazarus is sick.” He waited. Two days. By the time Jesus returned to Bethany, Lazarus had been dead four days. Do you ever wonder if the human part of...
by Eileen Parsons | Jul 10, 2015 | Articles
I’ve neglected you for weeks, my Readers, and I apologize. I haven’t forgotten you. In fact, you are the reason I haven’t completed and posted an article or added to my manuscript. I’ve stared at my computer screen for long periods of time over the past several...
