Author: daylerogers
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The Cost Of Sacrifice
He stood before us in his Ukrainian army uniform, sharing pictures of the men he had worked with, men who had died in the battles. He’d been at the front for three full years, a commitment he made because of his love for his country and his faith in Jesus. It was the right thing…
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Bare Bones
With Halloween coming, people are putting up monstrous decorations, emphasis on monstrous. We’re seeing ghouls, goblins, and ghosts in surrounding neighborhoods. The amount of effort put into this boggles my mind–I’m not into scary stuff. My daughter Courtney bought what she believed was a life-sized skeleton for decorating their home in Denver. She and her…
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Man Is The Moon
I was on a Zoom call with two friends the night of October 6th. As novice writers, we spoke of projects we’re working on, seeking to encourage each other to keep putting words on paper. Toward the end of the conversation, my friend reminded us that there was a special moon that night, the moon…
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Cataclysmic Containment
They watched and waited so long for her to learn to walk, urging her to try harder as she stood and rocked back and forth, squatted down, rose back up, then sat. Her big sister was her biggest cheerleader, telling her she could do it. They’re now rethinking their enthusiasm. Thea was a very fast…
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Hither–Thither–Yon
There’s a scene in the “Wizard of Oz” where Dorothy first meets the Scarecrow. He’s hung up in the middle of the field, and she has no idea which way to go. The Scarecrow tries to help, but his efforts are confusing. He points every which way, both shaking and nodding his head. Dorothy’s query…
Tip of My Iceberg 