Author
Gwyneth Whilsmith

The Grand Ladies

That name may sound a bit presumptuous, but many of us were grandparents and the Grand Ladies sounded a lot better than the Old Ladies, so that’s the name that stuck. Each year it felt like coming home.

Getting personal with Jesus.

The mind, I discovered, is not designed to bear a huge burden. It needs a regular break. And since I was in no position to give it one, it made an executive decision to take one. I was hospitalized for a psychotic break from reality.

The Foreigners

Many months we swayed over sand and scrub. The camels got ticks; our bodies got blisters. Twice, bandits robbed us of coin and food, but the treasure under our saddles was well hidden, destined for the One we sought.