Morning by Morning — Deanna Duncan
Elijah was living the life. Every morning, he woke up surrounded by God’s art gallery. The beauty of creation stretched all around him. In the morning, ravens would bring…
Intimacy- PG by Nita Kuehn
A bit shocked to see this as a Prize 31 topic? Don’t worry, I’m going in a bit of a different direction that you may have anticipated when you read…
The Watch by Deanna Duncan
Jacob could barely hear his father when he asked him to go and get the box from the shelf. His father was weak and Jacob was trying to do…
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Hope in 3 Steps or Perfect Peonies by Deanna Duncan
Many years ago, I started my love affair with peonies. They just appeared so perfect--delicate, wispy and at the same time so lush. Let's not even get started on their…
Making Butter by Deanna Duncan
So I did this THING. I made my own butter. Guys, to say that this project created a mess is the understatement of the year. I think I am still…
Forgotten…Not by Deanna Duncan
Earlier this year, I started on the official “fill all the pots” mission. Along the front of the house, I have these big black pots that hold asparagus fern…