Creative Writing for the Creator

What is life? Whence does it come and where does it go? What is observable and evident is that life starts and ends. Cells develop from the moment of conception. From then on, human beings start hearing, seeing, touching, smelling, and tasting. Survival is their primal need. It is in their DNA. Experiencing life and learning from these experiences accompanies humans between life’s beginning and end. They interact with the external environment and others. They think, feel, and express their thoughts through actions. Actions reflect choices. Choices have consequences. Consequences are perceived as positive or negative, depending on each person’s convictions and values. And here is when life is no longer simply biological, but thoughts become questions: Does it matter how and why we act the way we do? How can we determine whether our actions and their consequences are good or evil, wise or foolish?   What is good? What is evil? What drives our actions? ...

  The first day of 2026 slipped quietly  into our home.   Morning rang in without alarm clocks: c offee time!   Sunshine and warm weather pulled us out  to the back porch.   Just Keith and me...   But God, His creation, and His peace  permeated everything! Birds, squirrels, trees, the gentle breeze,  (and even bees) in this unpredictable Texas Winter!   We said a prayer of thanksgiving...   In this New Year, the roads are not  always clear, and we cannot see what lies ahead of the curves and hills.     But He can!   And this is what trusting in Him means  in 2026:  to experience His Peace.   So, here we are,  just Keith and me... joyfully abiding in our Lord Jesus.   Happy New Year!     2 John 1:3  (King James Version) Grace be with you, mercy, and  peace ,  from God the Father, ...

“She’ll end up giving up,” Keith predicted.  Through the glass of our double doors, we watched a female cardinal flying to and from our back porch. On each trip, she would bring in her beak a twig and drop it on the farthest corner ledge under the porch. We kept watching her ‘mission impossible’: flight after flight, the twigs would fall to the ground. “She can’t figure out that the ledge is too narrow!” I sighed. “What if we could put something there to make it wider?” Then Keith found a wooden stick and nailed it across the corner ledge. By the end of the third day, Mama Cardinal had built a nest! Yet, for a while, the nest remained empty. We were somewhat relieved to think we would not need to avoid getting out on the back porch and risk scaring Mama Cardinal… Until she returned. Night and day she lay there and rarely left, committed to her soon-to-hatch eggs… Today, Papa Cardinal flew in, bringing something in his beak. Three tiny heads wobbled up from the cup-sha...