green crayon

The Green Crayon

Favorite crayon The green crayon was her favorite. Green was her favorite color, and it hung out in her crayola box, nestled among the other crayons, all of them pretty. But green was her favorite.  Mary was not her favorite classmate. She was okay, but she was not a favorite of anyone. Mary was not…

How Beauty Comes from Pain
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How Beauty Comes from Pain

The fragrance from crumpled petals. It wasn’t my church, and it wasn’t my people, but a friend told me what happened that Sunday after church. Half a century later, I still remember. I remember the beauty that came from the fragrance of crumpled petals. Beauty from pain! The older lady stopped to speak to a group…

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