FireQuill Publications
The Short Stories, Plays and Bible Studies
of Kathy Kearney
Family & Friends Stories
ABBY
BY: Kathy Kearney
Yesterday my youngest daughter brought into the world a beautiful baby girl. Just the previous day, I called the White House to ask that President Clinton not veto the ban on partial birth abortions.
What a paradox!
Just A Grandmother
BY: Kathy Kearney (c) 1996
BY: Kathy Kearney (c) 1996
I am a grandmother. My "grandmother criteria"? Well, I have white hair, rosy cheeks, wear glasses, bake a mean cookie, and seem to have misplaced my waistline (love those mean cookies!). And, most importantly, I have three grandchildren.
The Last Elevator Ride
By: Kathy Kearney (c) 1986
By: Kathy Kearney (c) 1986
My throat tightens as the elevator glides to a halt. The doors swish open onto a carpeted hallway lined with rooms. I fix my eyes on my destination; the day-room at the end of the hall to keep from looking through the doorways on my right, but it doesn’t work. I can hear what I can’t see, the pumping noise of respirators, monitors, and other medical paraphernalia as it conjures up images of pencil-thin bodies laboring for the next breath--images of silent relatives with tear streaked faces, holding unresponsive frail hands of loved ones.
Our lives are a fragrance presented by Christ to God. . .to those being saved we are a life-giving perfume. [II Corinthians 2: 15,16b]
Much has happened in my life that I do not understand—and perhaps never will. But I do know that God uses trials to perfect our faith, which He says is more precious than gold. I also know there are days when my faith’s metallurgical value is somewhere between aluminum foil and lead. That’s when things usually happen. On a day when the world chews me up and spits me out and I feel more useless than dirt, God uses me.
