us the foxes,
The little foxes that spoil the vines,
For our vines have tender grapes.
time. It’s like water and oil.
question, to an expanding fear when I feed it a snack. Suddenly the negative
idea that flies through my mind, putting down roots like Kudzu in the south and
overwhelming my budding story, article or poem.
used my creativity to pump up a fear, turning a troubling thought into a full
mention. Often creativity and worry are two different sides of a coin.
foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards… Solomon 2:15
common jackal, which may be heard every night in the villages. It is
like a medium-sized dog, with a head like a wolf, and is of a
bright-yellow color. These beasts devour the bodies of the dead, and
even dig them up from their graves.”
grows. We can cultivate the fruit with good fertilizer, God’s word, water it
with much prayer so that the grapes will flourish. But when the vines don’t
receive proper nourishment, they are useless. And, if we allow the burdens of
our life to absorb our thinking we won’t be able to communicate God’s message
to the world, either by writing or talking to people. That’s when our
creativity goes to the dogs.
Mooresville Weekly with over 400
articles under her belt. She has a
degree in Recreation Therapy and has worked with autistic children in a
classroom, an experience that inspired her to write about a woman with an
MOPS and other women’s groups about personality temperaments, friendship and
Carol is married to her husband John who she
calls her “muse” and has four grown children and four grandchildren. Currently
she and her husband John, live in Mooresville, North Carolina where she loves
to hike and play guitar and mandolin while learning to love liver mush.