The Rink of Faith: When God Calls us to the Middle


Woman of His Word

I gripped the railing with all my strength and looked down at my wobbly legs. My heart pounded in my chest and although it was below 40 degrees, beads of sweat formed around my brow.

“Deep breaths, Anita,” I whispered to myself. “You can do this.”

I took one step and then another, clunking along the icy floor.

That New Year’s Eve, Matthew and I spent the evening together while my husband headed off to work. In my attempt to be a “cool” stepmom, I let him make the plans. Of course an active 11-year old would choose ice skating.

Normally, I would be content with watching him from the sidelines, but I knew he’d be disappointed if I didn’t come out on the ice. Plus, it was an opportunity to try something new.

But first, to avoid looking like a complete fool, I had to see what this ice…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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