Two Short Stories

Finding a Treasure

John and his friend ‘June Bug’ were playing catch football on a steamy summer day.  The glaring sunshine made John miss the ball falling into the nearby dumpster.  As he plunged his lean body into the metal rim, a familiar sound emerged — a back and forth thrashing…OMG! exclaimed John as he noticed a baby still with its umbilical cord.  He ran fast to tell his mother, the fire department soon came and rescued the abandoned baby — it never cried.  My beloved John was 14 years old when he saved a baby.

God at Work

Growing up in the country led to many wild adventures for John and his siblings.   Stoning snakes to death with boulders, evading wild hogs, bobcats and skunks was their favorite pastime.

What was even more exciting was traipsing on the Ft. Benning military reservation and playing with unexploded munitions — not knowing they were dangerous!  When John enlisted in the Army and returned to these same woods for military exercises, he learned from the drill sergeant that just a slight vibration could detonate the explosives he had played with as a youngster. Another OMG! moment.

How gracious God was to preserve my Beloved’s life in his youth – just for me!


“God will never leave your side, not even for an instant.”

Freeman Smith



A Short Story by March Chernoff

“One warm evening many years ago…”

“After spending nearly every waking minute with Angel for 8 days, I knew that I had to tell her just one thing.  At night just before she fell asleep, I whispered in her ear.  She smiled and she said, “When I’m 75 and I think about my life and what it was like to be young, I hope that I can remember this very moment.”

“She closed here eyes and fell asleep.  The room was peaceful, almost silent.  All I could hear was the soft purr of her breathing.  I stayed awake thinking about the time we’d spent together and all the choices in our lives that made this moment possible.  At some point I realized that it didn’t matter what we’d done or where we’d gone.  Nor did the future hold any significance.”

“All that mattered was the serenity of the moment.  Just being with her and breathing with her.”


…what a poignant story about relishing the present moment…!

…Do you think differently now…?




Short Story


Imagine her girlish gaze upon a gurgling brook streaming down the French Alps.  She is thoroughly refreshed by the pure icy flow and marvels how her childhood is a grace shower from God who forms her destiny. Growing up in a loving, adventurous family, it was easy to travel through Europe and embrace varying cultures.  This springboard was her first place to own propelling herself into an unexpected adult life.

Psalm 24 asks: “Who shall climb the mountain of the Lord?”  I WILL, dear Lord, once fledgling wife and mother despite a rocky marriage.  No choice but to climb over the stones of abuse, ending in divorce for freedom or else she would die!  She couldn’t yet see God’s invisible hands stopping her from drowning – this her second place to own because it was full of miracles.

Psalm 24 continues in asking: “Who will stand in His holy place?”  I WILL, dear Lord for He branded her heart as a ‘daughter of Jerusalem,’ happily remarried, strong, surrounded by holy friendships and now is her current place to own – giving God thanks daily for His utmost joy…until she breathes her last.


Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas


Window Panes of Life

Zaza’s Continuing Saga

November 26, 2018

The view through Zaza’s window pane of life is rapidly changing especially with a less restricted cast on her wrist.  Her fingers are more exposed wanting to join her left companion, but she still can’t pull, twist or open things – 7 weeks behind means closer to physical therapy so she can drive again…foreseeing the taste of freedom of will to be ever so measured.

What’s so amazing – or not – is her heightened spirituality and closeness to the Most High.  Her birthday wish now fulfilled to draw closer to HIM is at hand, literally.  She thanks Him for such a gentle trial purifying her essence to be His bride.  She no longer has ‘to do’ everything by herself.  Her focus is to rest in Him, then come what may.  He reminds her this is her Christmas gift, her season for ‘restoration’ in all things – relationships and good providence.  Yes indeed!  A Christmas Restoration of body, mind, heart and soul…inconvenience and suffering all worth it…Praise God, Alleluia!


Thank you for following her saga…to be continued next Monday

outdoor jewels

“We all are in the hands of HIM who writes straight on our crooked lines”

by Pope Benedict XVI







Black Rose

Short Story

Black Rose –  You dare remind me of him – too charming to befriend!  Without notice he would fly in from Copenhagen to Frankfurt to dine with me.  This happened many moons ago.  Our rendezvous were surreal, always platonic.  Then one day we met among friends when he introduced me to his wife.  The enigma revealed – his handsomeness turned hallow and I vanished  with a smile!

“Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.”

QUOTE by Charles Reade


Her saga continues…Short Story

November 19, 2018

The brisk wind whispers – Now, now Zaza, it’s time to immerse yourself in a deeper patience.  The heavy cast removed and replaced with another draws a longing to get on with life.  The holidays beckon festivities but she can’t even drive, go shopping, bake and wrap gifts…but she can still write from the heart – Yea!

Okay, wise grasshopper, I hear you.  Must let go of past traditions and see what this season sprinkles.  This is really living the perfection of imperfections, being lovingly cared for in ‘everything.’  Surrendering to grace sends arrows of joy in her soul;  her life flashes vivid memories.  So marvelous has her life been thus far.  Today is her son’s birthday.  He’s her handsome, talented man of grit.  What more does she need?  Nothing.

So what will be her next sequel???


“The Lord is my strength and my song; he has given me victory.”

Exodus 15:2


Continuing from searching, switching gears, adapting to the challenge to

Being in The Ruby Cage

 Short Story

November 12, 2018

Come Friday, Zaza’s arm will be lighter – without the binding cast –  a new x-ray will determine the type of cast for the following four weeks.  A slight sense of normalcy returns to her heart confined twirling as in a bird cage.  The excruciating pain has lessened and she can touch her nose with her right thumb. Managing life with the left hand is progress!  Without her Beloved’s assistance, she would be wild with depression.  Their relationship has reached a new plateau of ‘depending and belonging.’  Together they realize each other with their love for the other.  Just 22 months ago, he had broken his left wrist caused by a similar accident.  She helped him get through 2 surgeries, loss of work and painful rehab, now coming full circle.  There’s nothing they can’t overcome. This realization is the silver lining coming from the cloud of her accident…Time to dream big!

Wondering what the next sequel will unfold?


‘”We are never completely ourselves unless we belong to a people.  That is why no one is saved alone, as an isolated individual.  To be myself I need someone else.  Alone, we cannot be ourselves.”

QUOTE by Pope Francis