Love of Money, a Marriage (3TC)

From Hagar ~

Husband–all about money

it was all his

wife–expected to work

multiply it for him

it was not hers

it was not love

just money

nothing was hers

she was nothing

the mute message

deafened her

she left with nothing…

except freedom

to make a life alone

but no longer lonely–

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2026/02/08/three-things-challenge-mm329/

Berean Standard Bible
For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, arrogant, abusive… 2nd Timothy 3:2

Lonely Hunter

From Hagar ~

Lonely hunter heart*

lacks wise discrimination

blind and lame seek same ~

*Words borrowed from Carson McCullers’ novel, The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter–

Books I was given/2 women…

📚📚📚

Bartlett’s Quotations

gift from my mother…

who may have sensed

somewhere in the dark

recesses of cluttered heart

that someday I’d write

a million words she’d

never care to read–

~~*~~

And did She know…

my perfectly well-mannered

dignified grandmother

of very few words

(lest she be chastized

by my mother)…

did she suspect I’d be

the only grandchild who’d

hear the Lord’s voice

and follow His call?

she gave me the white

bible with Jesus’ words

in red letters–

I miss the time

the conversations we

were robbed of by

her jealous daughter–

but this I know

she waits for me, and

we’ll have all eternity–

~ Cale

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/02/06/books-ive-been-given/

Flavor of Grief

Grief has a flavor…

burnt toast

(burnt everything)

and hostile aftertaste…

crushed by your departure

I’ve no appetite…

even chocolates

taste of ashes–

And mourning has

no sense of time

it resists scheduling

ignores seasons…

within heart perpetual

calendar pages turn, turn

as mourning wears a style

all its own, regardless

of fashion trend…

elaborate sighs of silk

in pale to pewter shadows gray…

that’s what you bequeathed to me–

~ Cale

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/02/07/elaborate-2/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/27/sigh/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/26/style-4/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/02/05/hostile-2/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/02/07/rdp-saturday-time/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/01/31/rdp-saturday-crush/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/02/04/flavor/

 

Check, Part 2 (6SS)

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2026/01/28/its-thursdays-six-sentence-story-blog-hop-56/

Richard prayed a quick blessing over the meal, the lasagne’s aroma was intoxicating–after savoring the first bite, he said, “Wow, I haven’t had lasagne like this since I don’t remember when–delicious, Lorelei.”

She blushed, they talked around the subject of his book–Lorelei suggested he check with the librarian about hosting a “meet the author/book-signing”; a moment later she couldn’t contain her curiosity: “so, Richard, I’m wondering if you’re an author who enjoys discussing your book…or, not so much?”  

Judd’s foot nudged hers beneath the table and his glance said, “no fishing”, but Richard smiled, and Judd was ready to defend her: “she won’t rest unless you share a snippet–otherwise she’ll disappear into the book and finish at dawn.”

Richard laughed softly, he wasn’t keen to invite nightmares–(Judd’s use of the word disappear was unfortunate)–but she was a delightful hostess and when he nodded for her to speak, she asked, “how did you find such an obscured place, Birchwick Cliff isn’t on the maps–and was it really a cult at the time?”

He dabbed his lips with a napkin, took a shallow breath: “not a cult, no–some of the people were a bit off…others, entrenched in myths which morphed into tragic history…some were ‘normal’ like us; I hadn’t planned to go there–it was a wrong turn off the highway, I needed sleep; and I was living a 5-year mystery…so whatever direction I traveled could thoretically unearth answers.”

After another pause, he continued:  “I was engaged to be married–two weeks before the wedding my fiancee and my mom left for a weekend bonding trip, and never returned; no trace of the car…no bodies…officially declared ‘missing’; my life was T-boned–so I took a leave from work, packed the V-Dub, headed out with no destination; next thing I knew, I was driving through that imposing wrought iron gate at the entrance…into the next chapter of ‘Worst of Times’…which ultimately became a blessing I never imagined.

~ Cale