There was a time when mail mattered. When things of importance were delivered to your physical mailbox on your porch or in front of your house; long before the electronic one found today, on your desktop. These were the days when you waited impatiently for the new issue of Sports Illustrated or hopefully for that check in the mail. It was a time of relationships when you got to know the people who provided your services - milk, garbage, mail, paper - by their first name. And it was the heyday of the mail carrier.
She wanted to be a minister. She was a woman of God. But back then women couldn't become ministers, or at least not in the conventional churches. But this didn't stop her. She preached where she could - in the few holiness churches that would have her, on the streets, at a friend's home, wherever someone wanted to hear a good word. And then one day she found her church home. A place that would have her as its minister.
I'm happy to announce that my latest work, Seven Days in June, is now available on Amazon.com. The novel explores what the main character, Bobby Foster,an unemployed part-time college student, must do when when he found himself unexpectedly thrust into a circumstance against his will and completely out of his control. It's a circumstance that required him to make choices and come to decisions that would alter his life's direction and dramatically impact the lives of family and close friends.
I travel often. And I have had my share of delays due to weather. I have sat at the gate during flight delays and watched while storms pounded the tarmac with sheets of unyielding rain. I've also flown through more than my fair share of turbulence because of storms. Sometimes it is uncomfortable, and maybe a bit harrowing, but I have always seemed to make it through, no worse for the wear.
Storms are often violent and destructive. Sometimes they spawn tornadoes that destroy entire communities. Severe thunderstorms may bring with them straight line wind gusts that topple trees and cars. Hurricanes can leave thousands of people homeless. When storms are approaching they are dark and forbidding. And even though we take the time to prepare for their onslaught, nothing we do can adequately prepare us for the ride they will take us on. So we prepare, and hold on tight.