THE MAGIC INDIAN STICK THIS STORY WAS TOLD BY THE CARVER OF THE MAGIC INDIAN STICK – EUGENE PIERCE I was nine years old when Grandpa came to live with us. The timing was right for a boy who had three older sisters and a dad who worked long hours to take care of all…
Author: womanofworthmentoringministries
Woman of Worth Mentoring Ministries, founder
You are on my mind…
This post is written from the words and longings from many women in my life. Our long conversations are on my heart this Mother’s Day. Link to reading of post: I found an add on app with WordPress. I’m hopeful that my grandchildren and great grandchildren will be able to “hear from their Gigi”. I’m…
The Red Jeep
To my brother Eugene Pierce From Louise Pierce Lloyd This story is not about biking but there is no way I could write this story without talking about my brother’s love for biking. You see my brother is talented in so many areas. He started biking long before he could purchase his red jeep. As…
Learning to Walk
It is something about a baby turning one and learning to walk. The motor skills that are required to push yourself up after a fall, balance, and put one foot in front of the other creates laughter and a tenacious spirit along with some bumps and bruises. Our grandson is learning to walk. We playfully…
I thought of you today
I set up the room to enjoy quiet time by lighting a candle. I saw the battery operated candle in a lantern from friends to remind me of your passion and flame for Christ. I had forgotten to turn it off the other day so the batteries must be dead I thought. I lay on…
One of many
Recording: https://anchor.fm/anna-hebb/embed/episodes/One-of-Many-evk9md One of Many Streams of loneliness Walking in frenzied hurry Float above it all In and out of controlling Sitting still and you are there I’m still and listening Rationalized thoughts mixed up I’ve been here before Majesty poured out to me Song birds, buds, bunnies, and hope I seek not a trope…
I know why the sparrow sings
There is a space beyond this realm that a settled peace abides. I enjoy expanse, open fields, a view from the mountain top in which you can see for miles. I’m reading how a man of God, Elijah, was called to a physical and spiritual place of trust. A small brook tucked away from the…
A letter to my children
My beautiful children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, If you are reading this, think back to this date in history. Your Gigi is 55, and she felt compelled to write you a letter. It’s the spiritual remembrance of the death and resurrection of Jesus this weekend. Friday always creates a mixture of somberness and joyful anticipation….
Living
Living. There are moments in our journey towards home that cause us to reflect on living. How alive are you? I’m breathing and my heart is beating. I can feel the old age of muscles and needing to stretch. There’s life and there is living. This amazing woman called the Shunammite woman has walked with…
ARRESTED BY GRACE 