
Brightly Shining
Don’t hide your bright light in a box or a sack, For once it is covered, it might never come back. A candle needs air.

Don’t hide your bright light in a box or a sack, For once it is covered, it might never come back. A candle needs air.

Our hero steps forward, a problem in hand. He stumbles and tumbles. Things don’t go as planned. Each fix that he tries brings him deeper

A writer once asked, “What is truth? Can it be? Is it hiding in words or the story I see?” But truth isn’t tricky, it’s

If you say you will do it, then do it you must, For promises crumble when decayed with rust. A yes should mean yes, and

When life feels all jumbled, a tangle, a mess, I start with Prayer. It’s my key to success. It quiets the day’s noise and opens

I don’t have a clue, not a thought in my head, The plans that I made have run away instead. Some days I do much.

When writing a story, a poem, or song, Be willing to change if the phrasing feels wrong. Be flexible, ready to adjust. Let edits refine,

We read to fulfill a deep, hidden need, A hunger for gratifying stories that feed. At one time, it was pleasure, the joy of the

Success doesn’t pop in a blink or a snap. It grows when we choose the Lord’s roadmap. A prayer of faith here, trusting obedience there,

The thrill that we seek isn’t found in a toy. It’s doing God’s will that brings lasting joy— Not chasing our wishes or wanting our

Coveting whispers, “Oh look. Can’t you see? If you had what they have, how happy you’d be.” It tickles your ears with a voice sly

You can stack your pennies, nickels, and gold, But hoarding treasures on Earth will tarnish and mold. They may sparkle for a while, then vanish