Second Windsong

The cure for what ails us is a gift.  Vaccines for protection bring painful arms and side effects.  The side effect of the remedy is a better chance for a healthy future.   The cure for our sin brings painful looks in the mirror of our soul and repentance.  The side effect of repentance is grace.  The cure for our eternal separation from God brings the painful sacrifice of the one who loves us most.  The side effect of the ultimate sacrifice is salvation and an eternity with the one who loves us most.  The Remedy, the only Remedy is Jesus.  Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

There is value in keeping little scraps of paper and old tattered journals. I only wished I had realized how valuable before too much life rushed by. I think back to my childhood journals and tattered paper scraps. I remember the pencil-shaped indentation and callouses on the second finger of my writing hand. My skin was discolored from the pencil dust and flaking yellow paint from my favorite classic Number 2 pencils. I would wear the pencils down to nubs, writing sometimes for hours at a time. I can recall the feeling of the scribbled words on the paper and in my mind's eye, I can see flashes of stories created with looping text and poetic frame. For as long as I can remember, I loved to write. My mother shared a similar love. We would talk about our unwritten novels and imagined bestsellers. We created Pen Names we might use if only our dream could be realized. My mother's names were always the most creative. If I were a fiction writer, I might use her favorite someday. It s...