I gave two writings to you and the first one is my story about my adorable pet Otis! I love animals and I wanted to write about my animal named Otis!I had too give up Otis because I had too move away. It’s a sweet story to read if you’re an animal lover! The second writing is titled WHY? It’s a fun writing about questioning why? You have too read this story too get what I mean! I hope that you like what I wrote and that you please leave me feedback please? Since good criticism can only make you a much better writer. I don’t mind good and bad comments because I take it good criticism!

A gentle reflection for independent women navigating a noisy and uncertain world. This essay explores how compassion—quiet, grounded, and deeply human—can become a meaningful form of civic engagement. Instead of withdrawing when public life feels overwhelming, it invites readers to practice neighborlieness as a courageous way of showing up for their communities. With practical, sustainable tips for staying informed, building small connections, and engaging without burnout, this reflection offers a hopeful path toward participating in civic life with clarity, dignity, and care.

This is a short story; an echo of a poem already shared, where the lines learned how to breathe, linger, and become something fuller.

I loved deeply—and still had to walk away. This essay explores romance through the lens of faith, obedience, and the cost of choosing God when emotions say otherwise.

It’s about my mom who passed away named Geraldine . She recently died of a botched surgery from the doctors who tried to remove her gallbladder. The surgery was not successful and she ended up dieing a day after my birthday. It was very difficult for me since me and my mom were like best friends! I am too miss her very much and it was therapeutic for me to express myself completely! I wanted the reader too simple feel what I am experiencing? It’s also a beautiful writing for Mother’s Day especially if you have gone through losing a love one whom you love very much! I only hope that all whom read this are touched because it was heart felt in the deepest way that I can imagined.

This story shows that you are never too far gone and that God will always be there to pick you up and guide you.

Create ma a story where I'm named Yukio Komori, 19 year old college student.. -I should've left earlier with Yui I'm sorry Yui... I was angry since I was supposed to be at college right now ... Growing up me and Yui gre up in a chruch and he pastor/priest became our father we're both christian mostly catholic dince we both have cross necklaces but Yui has the necklace I have the bracelet, as kids we always went to church but now we both also attend ... I regret every second .. I should've escaped sooner with Yui.. But thanks to my father I'm here . Today was the day we visit the Sakamaki household with our suitcases... Our first encounter was when we saw Ayato on the couch ... Since Laito declares that the prizes will be me and Yui. Shū wins the game and walks off without claiming his prize until Laito pushes me towards him. If only if I knew life was about to get worse.

A personal essay about choosing compassion & communication over withdrawal during times of crisis. Having discovered I have a gift for being connected & hearing a lot of information relatively early, I’m sharing how weekly & monthly updates from various Episcopal ministries (OGR, EMM, Creation Care, etc.) and CMEP updates shape my understanding of neighborliness & why passing along news, resources, and advocacy opportunities has become part of my spiritual and writing practice here & elsewhere. Please subscribe to stay up to date on what I am hearing from the broader Episcopal Church, Anglican Communion, and other ecumenical/interfaith organizations.

In the struggle between the physical and the spiritual, we often mistake our own endurance for our own strength. These two pieces explore the same battle from two different lenses: the prophetic 'big picture' and the raw, first-person testimony of standing under divine protection.

"In the struggle between the physical and the spiritual, we often mistake our own endurance for our own strength. These two pieces explore the same battle from two different lenses: the prophetic 'big picture' and the raw, first-person testimony of standing under divine protection."

This poem comes from Genesis chapter 25. This is how Isaac ended up putting a blessing on his second son Jacob instead of his first son Esau.

Finality of Death Rather Than Conscious Afterlife Experience In preexilic Israel, there was no conception of a future resurrection; death was considered final and people were cut off from the living and from God. According to Psalms 6:5, people in Sheol remember nothing—not even God. This contrasts sharply with New Testament teachings about conscious existence after death, active torment in hell, or reward in heaven. For the Hebrews, returning to dust meant the end of conscious existence.

This poem is written from the perspective of Jesus Christ. I wrote this during my junior year of college.

Looking back at Dr. Rev. Martin Luther King’s last sermon at the National Cathedral through the lens of contemporary Bishops Mariann Budde and Craig Loya towards a future where we are all Beloved Community.

Dr. Charles Palmer, asserts “Everyone is interested in habits in their own lives” or the cycle of habits they experience everyday (American Psychological Association). To be honest, we all deal with the cycle of habits that we don’t like.

Welcome! I hope this story has come across to those who believe in the Lord, or to those that have been curious. This is my story of the first and only time I have experienced urgency sent by the Holy Spirit.

First look at little Bright a young deer just wanting to live a life of thanks to God for every blessing, though the good and hard times. While his Two brothers see no need to be thankful for things they view is of their own will.

The following are the words of the Rt. Rev. Craig Loya, Bishop of the Diocese of Minnesota in the Episcopal Church. Originally given at a Prayer Vigil on13 January 2026, and subsequently posted in full on his Facebook page. They are posted here without editing or comment, except to say “Amen”.

I used to read this parable and think about hearts. Rocky hearts. Thorny hearts. Good soil hearts. Then I started gardening. Now I think about the actual soil. How I’ve planted seeds in ground I didn’t prep and watched them struggle. How weeds have choked out plants I neglected. How the good harvests came from soil I took time to nurture. Jesus used farming metaphors because his audience understood them. They lived it. They knew that good fruit doesn’t come from shortcuts. We’ve lost that connection. But when you work the land, the parables come alive. The Kingdom of God makes more sense with dirt under your nails.

Update and apology on going m.i.a after posting my 1st note. I started a stream, posted 1 note and then didn’t come back. At least that’s how it looked.