An Instrument of Your Peace

I stand in awe of your majestic peace;
Let your forgiveness give me release
Teach me Lord, the way I should go—
I want to be an instrument of your peace.

Never will I leave thee;
My child, you are mine.

I’ve knelt before an empty cross to pray,
But for human weakness, I’d stay all day;
How do I live in strength I do not have?
I want to be released to understand.

It was for you I lived and died;
My child, you are set free.

I’m lost in worship within your presence;
The room is filled with your fragrance,
Your Word is open upon my knee—
I want to grow in the knowledge of you.

Take my hand so I can lead;
My child, I love you.

I’ve surrendered my life into your hands!
Show me, Jesus, how to take a stand
And tell the world that you are mine—
I want to be an instrument of your peace.

Let your light shine;
My child, I will lead.

© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Archived in: Christian Reads

Are You Contented?

Hebrews 13: 5 says: Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.

My grandmother used to have some funny sayings that left me wondering. One of these sayings was: I’m as contented as an old cow put out to pasture. It was like she was trying to teach us something but I was too young to understand.

We all understand contentment in our own way just as we are all different in our own likes and dislikes. Contentment is a satisfaction or an accomplishment in something we have achieved, or in life itself. I would be surprised if my grandmother hadn’t found satisfaction in her senior years.

I’ve met people who are never contented. They always want the ‘greener pastures’ just beyond the fence. And, although striving for a better job, a better lifestyle or a better future can be a good thing, we need to be careful about how we achieve our goals.

Do we allow the temptations of cutting corners, taking advantage of others or neglecting our priorities in our attempt for a better life? Do we compromise our Christian beliefs or family’s needs? We need to take a good look at our actions and the motives behind our actions to get to where we want to be. Sometimes we need to take a step back and be contented.  If we allow God to use what we have He will take us forward into the desires of our hearts, if it’s in His plan.

1 Timothy 6:6 “But godliness with contentment is great gain”

© Chrissy Siggee 2010

Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible

Archived in: Christian Reads

Big Brother

‘You must be kidding me! Why would you do such a thing?’

Rosy began to cry. ‘Michael, you don’t understand.’

‘No, I don’t understand. Why would my own sister tell the police a lie like that?’

‘You know I can’t tell a lie.’

‘But you DID!’

The argument continued all the way home from the police station.

Taking in a deep breath, Michael pull into the driveway of their home. ‘Why would you even think I would do something like that?’

‘I saw you.’

‘You saw me pick up a phone from a seat in the quadrangle. Right?’

‘Yes.’

‘But I didn’t steal it. Someone left it there and I picked it up to take it to the office. For Pete’s sake, Rosy, what would you have done?’

‘I wouldn’t have stolen it?’

‘I did not steal it! You know you got me into a lot of trouble today. How do I explain this to Mum?’

‘Well, it’s all your fault.’ She opened the car door and got out.

‘I did not steal it.’

The door slammed shut.

Michael rested his head on the steering wheel and groaned. ‘This is the third time this month. Why does she go out of her way to get me into trouble? Why does everyone believe her over me?’

The passenger door opened and shut again. ‘Why indeed Michael? Why do you put your sister in such situations?’

‘But…’

‘No buts about it. This time you have gone too far.’ His stepfather tossed a bag onto the back seat.

‘Don’t come back until you sort yourself out. Your mother and sister don’t need you anymore.’

Michael looked up, then at the bag on the back seat. ‘You can’t be serious.’

This man who was supposed to be a dad to him left the car and slammed the door.

This had gone too far. ‘This is madness. Why do they believe everything she says?’

He reversed out of the driveway and headed away from the only home he knew.

‘Rosy!’ He spoke into the empty car. ‘You have gone too far this time.’

He pulled into the McDonald’s car-park and took out his phone. ‘Jeremy, I need a place to sleep.’

‘Uh oh. Don’t tell me. Rosy’s flipped again.’

‘I can’t believe this. Today, I was charged with theft.’ He continued his defence and finished with an expletive.

‘OK. OK. Settle down.  I’ll come meet you for a burger before we come home.’

It was nine o’clock before Michael drove to Jeremy’s home to sleep the night. Michael hoped it was only just one night. The police interview seemed to go on and on and his argument with Rosy and their stepfather made him weary.

‘Let’s talk some more in the morning’, Jeremy said pointing to the spare room.

He just nodded and went to bed.

The following day at school was like a nightmare. Rosy had spread the word. ‘Little fink.’ Michael stayed out of everyone’s way, including the teachers.

‘Michael, come see me after school.’ This came from his English teacher, Mr Jacobs. ‘I think we should talk.’

Michael had only nodded but he showed up as requested.

‘Michael,’ I would never have thought…’

‘I didn’t.’

‘I know you didn’t steal that phone. In fact, I have left a statement at the police station this morning as soon as the rumours started.’

Michael looked up.

‘You see, I had been sitting there to tie my shoe laces earlier. It was my phone and I know it wasn’t stolen. I got distracted and forgot to pick it up. I was heading back as the bell rang and saw that you had picked it up, looked around and headed for the office. You were too far away to hear me over the bell.’

‘The office was closed.’

‘I know.’

‘Then why does everyone else believe Rosy?’

‘Ahh… Rosy. She’s been in one of my classes since she started high school. She has her problems but I have no idea what they are. She seemed like a nice kid a year ago. Are there problems at home?’

‘Only that she keeps telling our mother and our stepfather lies about me.’

‘Your stepfather?’

Michael sighed. ‘Our mother remarried a few years ago. Rosy has never accepted it.’ He paused. ‘Maybe I haven’t either. I’ve tried…’

‘Michael, are you sure Rosy is OK?’

‘Ha. I think she’s lost the plot.’

‘And your mother?’

‘She’s changed too in some ways. Quieter I think.’

‘Would you like me to talk to her? Rosy I mean.’

‘Why? She’ll only tell everyone.’

‘Leave it with me and forget about those charges. They’ll be dropped and your name cleared but do me a favour.’

‘What?’

‘Keep an eye on Rosy. I think there’s more to this resentment toward you than you realise.’

Michael was a little confused but shook the teacher’s hand and headed for home in his old but reliable car that had once belonged to their birth father. He missed his dad. Why did you have to die? As he left the car-park, he saw Rosy walking with her friends. You can walk. He continued to mumble to himself.

As he neared home, he remembered what Mr Jacobs had told him. He groaned audibly before making a U turn and drove back the way he came.

Rosy was walking alone now since her friends lived closer to school. He made another U turn and pulled up just ahead of his sister and reached over to open the door. ‘Get in.’

Rosy obeyed but sat sulkily long after they left the curb.

Michael kept glancing over at his sister who seemed smaller than usual.

‘Are you OK?’, he finally asked.

She didn’t answer so he didn’t ask again.

Later that evening, Michael sat at the dining table doing his homework. Opposite, Rosy was reading from a textbook. The room was silent except for the muffle din of the television in the next room. Their mother was in the kitchen clearing up after their evening meal.

Michael wanted to say something. He wanted to ask a question but didn’t know why or what. He wasn’t even sure if it was Rosy or his mother he wanted to speak to. So, he just remained silent.

‘Rosy’, the voice called from the other room. ‘I want you home early tomorrow.’

Their mother drew in a sharp breath and a fork clattered onto the tiled floor.

Michael leaned across the table and whispered.  ‘Why?’

‘Shush.’

Their mother wiped over the benches; head down and unmistakably whimpering quietly.

Michael rose and approached his mother. ‘What’s going on?’

‘Stay out of it’, is all she said so quietly he thought of asking her again.

The voice raised above the television. ‘Did you hear me, Rosy?’

‘Yes, Dad.’

Michael cleared his throat and looked from Rosy to his mother before speaking. ‘I don’t have classes in the afternoon so I’ll drive her home.’

Fear reflected in his mother’s eyes. Rosy was biting the corner of her textbook.

‘Don’t bother.’ His stepfather spoke as he entered the room. ‘She’s needed. Not you. You shouldn’t even be here.’ The man sharply poked Michael in the ribs before going to the refrigerator for a beer.

Silence remained long into the night. Michael knocked quietly on Rosy’s door. ‘Rosie, it’s me.’

‘Come in’, she said meekly.

He shut the door behind him and sat on the end of her bed. ‘What’s going on?’

‘Nothing. I can’t tell you.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because I don’t want Mum to get hurt.’

‘What the…’ He ran his hand through his hair. ‘You’re not coming home alone.’

‘I have too.’

Michael stood. ‘No, you’re not and Mum will be OK.’

‘How can you be sure?’

‘Leave it to me.’ He left the room.

The following morning at breakfast, no one spoke. Their mother was in the laundry when their stepfather headed out the door to go to work.

Michael stood behind his sister’s chair and gently squeezed her shoulders. ‘Stay here. I’ll drive you to school but I need to talk to Mum first.’

A few minutes later, the three left together in Michael’s car. ‘I’ll drop you off Mum, and take Rosy to school and return to pick you up.’

Rosy looked confused but returned her mother’s nod as the car stopped in front of the Police station.

At school, they sought out Mr Jacobs who was in the staff room. Michael left Rosy outside in the corridor. Mr Jacobs had come out and had rushed into the Principal’s office leaving Michael with his sister. Minutes later Michael was driving both his teacher and Rosy to the Police station where they were ushered into a small office. There they re-joined their mother who was speaking to a uniformed Police woman. Introductions were made and seats offered.

‘We’ve sent two police officers to collect your stepfather. They’ll be taking him directly to the interview room so he won’t know any of you are here.’

Rosy spoke for the first time that morning. ‘But he’ll come after us later.’

‘No, you will be in a safe house until we know what charges are made and if he’ll be kept in custody. Most likely he will, even if he gets a good lawyer.’

Their mother thanked Mr Jacobs. ‘I’m very grateful. I was so stupid not to believe Michael.’ She turned to Rosy.’ And I’m sorry for not standing up for either of you.’

Rosy leaned into her mother and looked up at her brother. ‘I’m sorry I made up all those lies. I just wanted to get your attention.’

Michael gave a small smile and reached out for his sister’s hand. ‘I’m sorry too for being so caught up in myself that I missed all the signs.’ He looked over to their teacher. ‘We have Mr Jacobs to thank for taking the time to talk to me.’

‘No need to thank me. I’ve been wondering for too long why Rosy changed so quickly. I should have said something before this.’ He cleared his throat. ‘I’m so sorry, I should have realised…the signs were all there…I just didn’t want to believe it.’

Rosie sat up and look into her mother’s tear stained face. ‘Everything will be okay, Mum.’

‘Yes’, Mum and Michael said in unison.

Michael continued. ‘We have each other, and you Rosie, will never need to try and get my attention again. Big brother will be watching out for you.’

The siblings gave a stifled chuckle.

© Chrissy Siggee – 2019

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Younger Teens by Chrissy at Riverside Peace

Riverside Peace (the poem)

There’s something about a river
that draws me to its side
Effortlessly advancing
toward a lake or sea.

With abundance of freshness
it’s filled with life and health
Uninterrupted flowing
beyond the distant fields.

From gentle humble beginnings
– a fact of life itself
Amazingly appealing
amid a lonely past.

Whispers of the river embrace
the peace renews my mind
Majestically embracing
yonder pathways I see.

© Chrissy Siggee

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My Eternal Home

To seek His face and sing to Him—
Oh! What joy to me it will bring.
Even when my eyes are dim,
I will always be there, with my King.

To sit at His feet or dance for Him—
Oh! What music, oh what hymns;
Angels all around the throne will sing
With joyful sounds, on might wings.

To tend His garden and meet with Him—
Oh! What happiness this will bring;
Just to know I’ll walk with Him
Forever, my eternal home to win.

© Chrissy Siggee

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Archived in: 🦋 Christian Reads

Questions

Psalm 22:1 – My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish?

I believe God is big enough to carry our doubts, criticisms, anger, confusion and frustration, but there often seems to be no explanation to why things happen. Yes, we are free to question God, but we need to develop patience for God will reveal the answers only when we are ready to hear them.

Our world is not at all perfect, and neither are we. God is perfect. He wants us to continue to read His Word so our faith may be strengthened for He sent Christ to show us the way. Don’t look to find meaning to the suffering, but let the suffering add meaning to our lives. If we have never suffered, how can we empathize with others who suffer? If we never fail, we can’t lift up those who also fail. Our suffering adds meaning to our lives. Our pain adds to our love for others who also suffer, as we suffer, as Christ suffered.

Hebrews 4:16 says: Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.

We need to ask God to help us to become more patience and more like what he wants us to be. Thank Him for the good things, and seek the resilience to endure the bad. To live, not in the shadow of fear and despair, but in the light of God’s love.

Perhaps one day, God will answer our questions of ‘why?’ Perhaps we are just impatient, and want to know the answers before we are ready to understand or accept them. Whatever the reason, trust Him and know it’s all right to ask Him questions. Allow God to develop patience and trust.

Father, as we call on you in our times of need, help us to grow in patience and understanding as we learn to trust you in all things, bad and good, in our life. Amen

© Chrissy Siggee 2019

Scripture Verses used are from the New International Version of the Bible

Archived in: Christian Reads

Water, water, everywhere and a whole lot more coming.

As you can see, it’s extremely wet around here. This is the lowest part of the community where we live. We live on the hill side and should be safe from rising waters at least for now.
Who would have thought a view of bush-land would become a water front.
We’re so glad we decided not to buy this house.
We didn’t try and drive down this lane and this is after the flood receded. It’s expected to rise again tonight.
In town the water has subsided a little after the tide went out but the water levels are still claiming the roads and foreshores. Many shops and restaurants had sandbags everywhere.
The building on the right is a maritime museum and the pylons and wharf are also well under water.

We are in a safe place for now with our house situated on higher ground than many others. Some towns north and south of us are under water. Hundreds of people have been left homeless. See some of the latest news updates here:

Losing Daddy’s Gift

Another short story I wrote back in 2008 to 2010 for The Cypress Times in Texas. I haven’t edited any of them but I thought I might share some of my old writing.

Losing Daddy’s Gift

Tina opened the velvet box and stared at the sparkly face and shiny band.  “Oh, Daddy, my first real watch. Thank you.”  She jumped up and hugged his neck. “Help me put it on. Please Daddy.”

“I’m glad you liked it, and I’m sorry I’ve been called away on your tenth birthday.”

“It’s okay, Daddy, I understand.”

“Why don’t you go play with Cindy before she scratches a hole in the back door? I’ll say goodbye to Nanny and you can distract Cindy while I sneak out the front door.”

“Alright, be safe, Daddy.”

The birthday girl shot out the back door to find her best play mate. “Cindy, she shouted. Oh, there you are. Do you wanna play hide and seek?”

Cindy barked and began chasing her tail.

“Go stand around the corner. Go on.  I’ll count to twenty while I hide. You know the rules.”

Cindy barked twice and headed for the corner of the house.

“One, two, three, four… No peeking, Cindy. Five, six… ”

Tina peeked out from her hiding place among the sunflowers and watched Cindy sniff around the garden before racing towards Tina.

“Oh, Cindy, you are clever. Okay, back you go and I’ll count again.”

Cindy ran back in the direction of the house and around the corner.

“One, two, three…”

Tina crept toward the garden shed, counting as she went. She waited quietly behind the opened door and watched Cindy race toward the last hiding place. Tina giggled at Cindy’s usual antics. After more sniffing, Cindy found her and began licking her face.  Tina congratulated her again before starting the routine over.

It had been an hour of fun and a lot of laughing by the time Cindy found Tina laying flat on the grass behind a low shrub.

“I give up too, Cindy. Let’s go get some water.”

Tina scrambled to her feet and brushed off her clothes. She glanced at her wrist. “Oh no! My watch.”

Tina looked around frantically, searching the ground around the shrub.

Tina began to cry. “Cindy, you have to help me find my watch.”

Cindy stood with her head tilted to one side.

“Do you understand, Cindy?”  Tina pointed to her wrist before realizing Cindy probably hadn’t even noticed the new addition.

Wiping her face with the back of her hand, Tina looked around the yard. “I have an idea, girl. It’s your turn to hide. Go on. Go and hide. I’ll come looking for you.”

Cindy trotted off to a previous hiding place where Tina had been. Tina waited, then followed her searching the ground as she went. “Again, Cindy, go hide.”

A short time later, Tina sat on the ground and hugged her knees. Big tears rolled down her red puffy cheeks. Cindy began to whimper and licked Tina’s salty face.

“What am I going to do, Cindy? I need to find my watch.”

Cindy barked and raced toward the corner of the house. “I didn’t go there, Cindy. That’s where you were.” But Tina followed her golden retriever around the corner of the house anyway.

“What have you got there, Cindy?”

Tina knelt beside Cindy and looked down. There, behind a flower pot, was her watch. “Cindy, how did this get here?”

A wet nose nudged Tina toward the garden shed where she was found earlier.

“You mean, you found it when you were looking for me here, before my next hiding place? Oh, Cindy. You’re so clever.”

Tina hugged Cindy and tickled her belly just as Nanny called her to lunch.

“Come on, Cindy. You deserve a special treat” and together they raced through the garden and up the back steps.

© Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Evening Sky

 colours of the evening sky

                  reveal the setting sun—

aromas of the sleepy garden

                  refresh my musty senses.

 

© Chrissy Siggee

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Archived in:  Poetry Mix

Sunset Hues

my soul awaits the  sunset hues…

                  dawn, so long ago—

troubles of the day, be gone

                  and let me feel God’s peace,

permit the setting sun to give this body rest.

© Chrissy Siggee
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
From my book:     Glimpses of His Glory

Archived in: 🦋 Christian Reads

Hope

Psalm 31:24 – Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD.

Colossians 1:5 – For the hope which is laid up for you in heaven, whereof ye heard before in the word of the truth of the gospel; which has come to you.

Do you ever feel like giving up? Do your circumstances weigh you down? Being a Christian doesn’t mean life is going to be easy. Nor does it mean that nothing will go wrong. We all live in the same world as we did before our salvation, but now we have an overcomer, and a hope for better things to come.

To live in hope gives new meaning to all situations, and believing is the key to hope. Nothing is impossible with God. Nothing is too big. Even in your darkest hour, don’t give up hope. God is bigger than any of your struggles and he watches over you every moment of your lives. He will never leave you and will bring you into that place of restoration and healing. Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and hang on to the hope you can have in him.

Father, teach me to trust you in every circumstance that threatens to engulf me. Help me to believe in a better tomorrow and the hope that you have to offer. Show me how to be strong in your Word and live in hope through the promises you have given to me. All of my ambitions hope and dreams, I give to you. Amen

 © Chrissy Siggee 2012

Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible

Archived in: 🦋 Christian Reads

Frank’s Pity Party

Another short story I wrote back in 2008 to 2010 for The Cypress Times in Texas. I haven’t edited any of them but I thought I might share some of my old writing.

FRANK’S PITY PARTY

This news report was brought to you by…” click

“Nothing but bad news.”

“What are you mumbling about, Frank?”

“Nothing, Nancy.”

“Well, when you’ve finished mumbling about nothing you can take out the trash.”

“Okay, Nancy.”

Frank stood with a groan and reached for his cane. It was a routine he had found himself in since the accident. Wake, bathroom, dress, breakfast, sit, watch the news, then empty the trash. “Oh, joy,” he muttered to himself as he opened the back door. “It’s Wednesday… Nancy’s ladies’ meeting.”

He grumbled and groaned the short walk to where the trash can was located by the side gate and dropped in the bag. A car door slammed shut. Frank glanced over the gate. “Well, well,” he grumbled. “Looks like we have new neighbours, noisy kids too I suspect, or annoying cats.”

He headed back indoors. His thigh ached from the cold. “Twenty-seven years old, Lord, and I feel eighty. Why did you let me survive? I’m finished. With this useless leg, my life is over. I…”

A high-pitched scream interrupted his pity party with God. Another scream. Frank turned and returned to the gate as fast as his leg would carry him.

On the opposite side of the road, a middle-aged woman was running onto the street. “Help! Help!” She looked left and right, back and forth calling for help.

Frank opened the gate and hobbled up the path. “What’s wrong?” he yelled.

The woman was trembling. “Please. Help my son.”

“What’s happened?” Frank asked when he reached the other side of the road.

“I think he’s dead.”

“Where is he?” Frank asked quietly, hoping he could calm the woman’s panic.

The woman practically dragged Frank up the path and through her front door. On the floor lay a man about his own age. He was very still and appeared to have stopped breathing. Frank knelt on his good knee beside the man. He felt for a pulse and placed his ear over the man’s mouth. “He’s still breathing. What’s your name?” he asked the woman gently.

“Michelle. Michelle Warwick.” She answered a little less stressed. “This is my son, Colin. He’s a diabetic.”

“OK, Michelle, this is what I want you to do. Go over to my house.” He pointed in the direction of where he came. “Ask Nancy, my wife, to call 911. Then, ask her to make you a cup of tea and stay with her until the paramedics arrives.”

The woman looked at Colin then back to Frank. She turned and rushed off without questions.

Frank felt for injury from head to toe that may have been caused by the collapsed. He then rolled Colin carefully onto his side and checked his airways before rechecking pulse and breathing. Suddenly Frank’s upper leg cramped. He landed on his backside with a thud. He gripped his thigh and sat rubbing it frantically until the cramp subsided.

Frank had just checked Colin’s vital signs again when the patient began to stir. He opened his eyes and looked around slowly before his eyes settled on Frank. There was a sound of a distant siren.

“It’s OK, Colin. The paramedics will be here soon. Stay still. Do you hurt anywhere?”

Colin said something incoherent and rubbed his hand over his eyes. He groaned and gave his head a shake.

The sirens grew louder then suddenly stopped out front. A few seconds later a paramedic entered the house. “Hello, Frank! Who do you have here?”

Frank didn’t get up to greet him. “Tony! Good to see you.” Frank looked across to Colin. “Colin, this is a buddy of mine; Tony. Tony, I guess this is my new neighbour, Colin.” 

Frank pushed himself out of the way and Tony got to work on Colin.

Another paramedic rushed in. “Frank, are you okay?”

“Hi, Sarah. So, they’ve teamed you up with crazy Tony.”

At that moment Colin’s mother returned with Nancy. “Colin, are you alright?”

“I think so,” he replied groggily.

Sarah checked Colin’s neck and limbs. “We’ll rescue you from Frank here and get you checked out at the hospital.”

“You know him?” Colin asked, obviously still confused.

Nancy stepped forward and helped Frank to his feet. “Frank my hero. He just can’t help himself.”

Sarah inserted an IV into Colin’s arm while Tony raced out for a stretcher. “Frank was Tony’s paramedic partner, and driver, until a drunk ran a red light and hit the driver’s door of the ambulance,” Sarah explained.” He lost his lower leg,” she added sympathetically.

“It’s not the only thing he lost,” Nancy added sadly.

Tony returned as Nancy spoke. “Are you still feeling sorry for yourself, Frank? You still have the gift. It’s in your blood, no matter how long you sit in that overstuffed chair of yours and feel sorry for yourself.”

Frank watched Tony and Sarah ease Colin onto the portable gurney. He then looked into the relieved eyes of Michelle who had listened intently to the conversation. He put his arm around Nancy. “Tony’s right. It is time I moved on. Maybe they can use my help down at the First-Aid Station. I can manage that, and we’ll see where it takes me.”

Nancy hugged him and smiled. “That’s my hero,” she said. “Now let’s take Michelle to the hospital and meet up with Colin there. I think it’s also time to get you away from that television and get to know our new neighbours.”

“I know,” Frank replied. “I guess I do have a lot to thank God for after-all.”

© Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Archived in: Christian Reads