Inspired Every Day: Essays & Stories to Brighten Your Day, Give You Hope, & Strengthen Your Faith
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This collection of short stories and essays celebrates reconnection, possibility, faith, forgiveness, joy, and love, encouraging readers to find moments of extraordinary grace in the midst of ordinary life.
disappearing up to the elbows, Hannah’s only thought was of her sons as pirates, coveting doubloons from some Spanish galleon that was sent to the depths with all hands aboard. “Be careful, they’ll break.” Hannah repeated a refrain as traditional as the endless loop of “Frosty the Snowman” and “Jingle Bells” on the radio. The decorations found their way to the usual places. The golden reindeer with a sprig of silk holly in its antlers always stood on the end table near the fireplace. A basket of
Hannah asked what could have happened to Balthazar? Surely he had been put away last Christmas. That evening, with the tree in the corner sparkling with lights and decorations, Hannah scoured again. “We can go out and buy another one,” her husband, Dave, told her. “They sell these things everywhere,” “You don’t understand,” Hannah wailed. “My great-grandmother gave it to my grandmother, my grandmother gave it to my mother, and my mother gave it to me.” “I know, I get it,” Dave interrupted.
savored the first bite. Later that evening, as they all returned to the patio, Virginia took a seat beside Stuart and looked up into the evening sky. Gazing at the shining quarter moon, Virginia decided it was a luscious evening—the fresh ripeness of early summer now unfolding new possibilities, which made life sweet—indeed, as sweet as a peach. A Fortune of Wisdom in a Ten-dollar Bill An Essay NO MATTER HOW MUCH MONEY has come and gone through my fingers in the sixteen years since it
the year before when she’d bought an organic repellent made from coyote urine to keep them out of her garden. Now she sought them, welcomed them, as if her daughter’s life depended on it. At block eleven or twelve, a rabbit loped across the pavement and into a yard where it stopped and looked at her. “Do you see him, Bunny?” Marjorie stopped in the middle of the street, ignoring the car behind them. The driver blared the horn, startling the rabbit; it retreated toward the shrubbery. Marjorie
pocket. The spoon clattered on the counter when John put it down. “So, let’s make this one for her.” John made the first slice with the carving knife, and the face began to take shape: a nose with flared nostrils framed by eyes with a mischievous squint. With a flourish, he finished the mouth and stepped back to admire it. “Well, what do you think?” “Very impressive,” Michael said. Cindy turned the pumpkin around to the back and picked up the carving knife. “What are you doing” John shouted.