Fire

Crackling flames spit sparks onto the sides of a fire pit.
Golden toasted marshmallows hang tightly to a green branch.
The chill of winter invades your joints and consumes your breath.
A fleecy blanket caresses your shoulders. You move closer.
An outdoor fire is for the most hearty of souls.

I much prefer tuning into the seasonal Yule log on my TV.

About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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4 Responses to Fire

  1. rsvendsen07 says:

    I love how this was written. Perfectly chosen words to evoke the feelings of fire and cold. Lovely. ❤️

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  2. kcg1974 says:

    Oh, me too. Stay inside where it’s warm and cozy to enjoy the Christmas Season.

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