My Momma’s Pride

Back before Rainbows were known to exist other than in the light of day…after a fresh and linen covered spring rain, I had thought something amiss. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the God I had been shown. It had been more of a fear based and obscure presence that never released its grip on me. Hatred, hangings, crosses to bare and/or bear and sins over running my beer mug! How distant the feelings I had been? No further away than the ache within my heart. ‘Was I bad? Had there been a mistake? Will this strange and unusual creature of habit…Me, … Continue reading My Momma’s Pride