Friday Fictioneers: the choice


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)


Make every word count.


Special thanks to Rochelle for her work in organizing this week’s prompt, and to Rich Voza for the use of his photograph.

Three doorsCopyright – Rich Voza


The Choice

Lorna looked at the three doors and panicked.

Then reasoned, white is heaven, red is hell, but where will the other door take me?   I always thought God made the judgment and the final decision!  She returned her thoughts to the middle door and remembered the passage about those who were neither hot nor cold in their faith.  Perhaps that door was theirs?

After a while, she walked over to one of the doors, opened it, and stepped through…

OH!  She cried out.

Why the conundrum?   He said.  All the doors lead here, but none would’ve opened without your faith.

WORDS:  100

For more great takes on this prompt please look HERE!

NOTE:  As I wrote my post for Friday Fictioneers my story came easily.  It was quite honestly the first place my thoughts went to, when I saw the three doors in the prompt this morning.   So please be advised that it is not my intention to preach, but it is the way I think. 

My Window Faces the South

“My window faces the South, and [we’re] almost half way to heaven…”

(Please see the notes on this song at the end of the post!)


Follow me, through the woods…


keep going!


Past the pony who’s escaped his pasture.


Hello, naughty Pony!

Past some pretty new flowers of spring.


We’ll follow along the creek for a bit,


and beyond the water pump,


and the pond,

The pond


The New Farmlet from the back

The new Farmlet!

An antique home (174 years and counting) on 23 acres with a pond for Polly and Frellnick, and that wonderful walking trail you just accompanied me on through the woods and along the creek!

New Farmlet two

Looking from the front you will see the rock fireplace, which is where the old log cabin was constructed in the 1840s.  Later, the home was expanded in the 1920s to the proportions you see here.  In 2006, there was an addition of a large bedroom and bath in the back.  All of the wood for the construction over the years came from the property.

I can’t wait to show you the inside, but wait we must until the escrow closes.

I feel as if I am in a dream, and now understand why God said, “No” the first time around. 

We are so blessed!


I want to thank each and every one of you for your prayers and heartfelt good wishes.  They mean so much! 

May all your blessings be returned to you tenfold!


NOTE:  The refrain above is from “My Window Faces the South.”  It was written back in back in 1937 by Jerry Livingston, Abner Silver and Mitchell Parish.  I always assumed, incorrectly, that it was a Commander Cody and his Lost Planet Airmen original.  Who knew?  I sure didn’t!  It was made popular by Fats Waller and has remained so to the present day.

CREDITS:  Want to know more?  Go to Community Voices HERE to read all about it.

One year ago today

So, I had planned something entirely different for today’s post, but somehow it paled in significance…

On this date one year ago I was hiding in fear in my pantry waiting to be transported to Heaven or deposited into the Land of Oz, depending upon whether or not I was hit by one of the 27 tornadoes that came through our state. We were so blessed to have been spared.  So many were not.

Almost 300 people were killed, and many lost their homes.  One town, Hackleburg, was simply wiped off the map.  So many stories, of terror and loss, and yet… Here we are.

We now have a shelter that some would rather we had “put out back.”   But we are landscaping the little bump in front of our bedroom window, and some day, sooner than my neighbor realizes, that little bump will just disappear into the rest of our plantings and that will be a nice view then.

We have already shared our little Hobbit hole with the neighbors and their children this past month, and although once again nothing serious happened to our little enclave, we were nonetheless grateful to feel safe down under the ground.

I have lived for many years in fear of what if.

  • what if the house burned down
  • what if someone broke in and took all the good stuff (It has happened to us twice in California, BTW)
  • What if we had “The Big ONE,” and the house just fell apart and we didn’t have earthquake insurance to cover it. (California again!)
  • What if we lost all our lovely antiques, passed down through Bob’s family and/or collected by us over the years, what then?  They could never be replaced!
  • What if we went into the Hobbit Hole and came out and our little enclave was wiped out?  Gone!  All our things blown away in the wind and the Munchkins in Oz lay claim to them?

What if it did happen just that way?  (Pick one)   Well, then I would have to say,

“So what?”

The people here in the Bible Belt have so much faith, resolve, and determination.  No matter how bad it was, they picked themselves up, dusted off, and then went next door to see if someone needed their help.  Now, some are still in need, but the job is getting done, homes are being rebuilt, and lives are going on.

Does having faith guarantee that you will never face loss, strife or death?  Of course not!  What it does do is give you the strength to go on, and this is big

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He makes me to lie down in green pastures:

He leads me beside the still waters.

He restores my soul:

He leads me in the paths of righteousness

for his name’s sake

Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil: For [you God] are with me;

Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

You prepared a table before me in the presence of my enemies (even the bad weather!)

You anoint my head with oil;

My cup runs over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.


~ The 23rd Psalm, as paraphrased by me, from God’s Holy Word ~

What a powerful promise!  So now I realize that if it all burned up, or blew away, or was taken from us, then oh well.   We’d certainly start anew…

and much more simply the next time.


What do you fear?


NOTE:  I followed the link to Hackleburg’s Google Map and they have actually updated the photos from space to reflect that the center of town is GONE.  Officially, it is 75 percent gone.  An eerie thought.   My posts from last year can be found here:


This song by Sara Groves is one of my favorites and seems so appropriate at this time.

You Cannot Lose my Love

You will lose your baby teeth.
At times, you’ll lose your faith in me.
You will lose a lot of things,
But you cannot lose my love.

You may lose your appetite,
Your guiding sense of wrong and right.
You may lose your will to fight,
But you cannot lose my love.

You will lose your confidence.
In times of trial, your common sense.
You may lose your innocence,
But you cannot lose my love.

Many things can be misplaced;
Your very memories be erased.
No matter what the time or space,
You cannot lose my love.
You cannot lose,
You cannot lose,
You cannot lose my love.

Happy Sabbath, may you find peace and rest in His love today and always.

Biblical Sabbath:  Find out more HERE also HERE