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Writing Stories for the Glory of God

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More Precious Than Gold

More Precious Than Gold- the first story I've written for children, published by Barefoot on Holy Ground e-zine.

“Mom, Billy is in my stuff again,” ten-year-old Sarah shouted down the hall. She grabbed Billy’s chubby hand and dragged him out of her room.

Their mother came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishrag. “Sarah, you must have patience with Billy. He thinks your things are interesting.”

“But, Mom. He’s six years old, and he still won’t stay out of my stuff. When will he get the point?”

“Probably never.”

Picnic With An Angel

Like a little child in a field of wild flowers, I skipped from the parking garage elevator carrying a picnic basket, similar to the ones Yogi Bear absconded in those old cartoons. The mouth-watering smells drifted from the wicker hamper – fried chicken, fresh rolls, banana pudding – all her favorites. I thought of my wife’s long blond tresses curled around her sparkly blue eyes and lightly freckled nose. The dimple in her cheek appeared whenever she smiled at my atrocious attempts at humor. The wood paneling gleamed under the wall sconces in the foyer. The tile floor clicked under the high-heeled pumps of employees hurrying from one meeting to another. I approached the massive reception desk and smiled at the woman behind it. She adjusted her headset. An odd expression crossed her face. “May I help you, sir?” I donned my widest smile and combed my fingers through my hair. I made a mental note to ask Angel for a haircut when she arrived home after work. “I’m here to take my wife out for a picnic in the park. It’s her birthday, you know?” The receptionist pressed a button on her phone. “Sir. Angel West’s husband is here to see her.” She paused. “Yes. Ok.” She looked back at me. “They’re expecting you. Go right up.” Read More

Becoming A Butterfly- A Poem

When I was just a child.

I took everything into my mind.

I learned all that I could.

It was caterpillar time.

Then I became a young teen.

And I closed into my cocoon.

I held on with all my might.

I was singing the chrysalis tune.

Then the older I got.

I began to erupt from my shell.

My cocoon was holding me tight.

Nevertheless, God was working, I could tell.

One day, I will be a butterfly.

The wings of life set free.
I will be a full and mature adult.

Adulthood will have started for me.

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About Me

Gina Holder, who served alongside her parents on the mission field, now lives in Glasgow, Kentucky with her husband of 10 years, Daniel. Gina is a stay-at-home mother and homeschools their daughter, Lydia. In her free time, she enjoys cooking, watching movies, singing, and playing the piano.

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