Guest Writer: Promise of Peace

ByBeth Ferguson

My heart is troubled. No. It’s deeper than my heart. It’s in my bones. In the depths of my soul.A constant ache of anxiety.A constant gnawing. Impending doom. I look around.Friends struggling. Money is tight.Friends praying. Healing just out of reach.Friends doing. Striving towards the next achievement.Friends worrying. Will it get better? When? I look around.Friends helping….

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the elusive peace of Christmas

ByBeth Ferguson

The roads are hazardous resembling a speedway. The parking lots are full. The stores are crowded – people going every which way in the aisles. Those last few gifts elude the mind … what to get for dear Aunt Jane? There’s the Christmas baking, the wrapping, the last of the decorating … The light strings…

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