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    The Value Of Perseverance

    perseverance noun – 1. steady persistence in a course of action, a purpose, a state, etc., especially in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement. It’s a word I don’t hear much these days, let alone see in action. The act of staying on course regarding one’s goals, despite difficulty and discouragement, seems to be something of a rarity nowadays. I grew up in an age where perseverance was the norm. When people had a goal, when they had a dream, they ran after it with everything they had. They didn’t give up, they didn’t pull out a multitude of excuses, they didn’t cast blame for their surrender to others. I…

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    The Friday Muse – Jennifer Glass And The Resurrection

    The sound of the hammer hitting those awful nails made Jennifer Glass sick to her stomach. Something about the way the instrument hit iron or the fact that those nails were piercing the flesh of an innocent man, sent her stomach reeling. That was awhile ago, before He was lifted to the cross. Jennifer fought the urge to lurch forward, although she knew it would ease her nausea to do so. She didn’t dare move, though there was no reason she couldn’t or shouldn’t. Those gathered around the foot of the large cross couldn’t see her, but it didn’t stop her from feeling a pang of anxiety that she might…

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    Jaded

    There was a time I knew who I was. It was very long ago, back when I was still in grade school. Back then – back in the 90’s – I could care less if people liked me. I was comfortable in my own skin, as weird as it was, and I thrived on moving through life to the beat of my own drum. It was a period in which I made many forgettable enemies, but also made many unforgettable friends. Those who gravitated toward me were those who saw me for who I truly was and found they enjoyed that version of David Alderman. Those who hated me hated…

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    The Friday Muse – Level 3

    Blood. Lots of blood, smeared on the walls, smeared on her face and arms. It was thick, and it smelled sweet. She inhaled a deep breath and fell in love with the scent. She would wear it as a perfume if she could. The blood wasn’t hers, of course. This fact alone would have supplied some level of relief for X88 if she cared. But she didn’t care. She didn’t have the time nor the strength to care about those she had to mow through to get to Level 3. The day had rewound like it always did. At 11:59:59 the night before, the day – the program – restarted,…

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    Distractions

    Every day, it’s the same thing. Over and over and over again. Distractions. On Friday evenings, I set up my schedule for the next week. I fill out my calendar in Thunderbird, I scribble out various tasks and projects that need to get done in the following week, and then I set myself up to follow the schedule as if it were being imposed upon me by a high-paying employer. But each week it’s the same thing. Over and over and over again. Monday starts off great. Projects are getting done, tasks are being checked off. Work runs from morning to night, and I place my head on the pillow…

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    The Bus To Providence

    The heat is what drove her to near madness. The desert was not kind to visitors mid-summer, nor did it care to have anyone spoiling its serene botany and verdant wildlife. If it were a person, if it dwelt among us in human form, the desert would be a harsh lover with a heart of stone, one who only made contact with others to fulfill its need for rainwater. Josephine took a seat on the dry and dusty bench, setting her purse down next to her. Surprisingly, the bench looked like it hadn’t been used in quite some time. But if the rumors were to be believed, this bench was…

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    Leaving The Mountaintop

    “The praise and glorification of God doesn’t exclusively spring from deep and untroubled understanding; it is in spite of – and even because of – deep and troubled circumstance.” Joyce Rachelle I tend to cling to the mountaintops of life. I love the view, the fresh air, the feeling of being so high up above my daily issues. I can regain my focus on the mountaintop, recalibrate my life, my goals, and my attitude. The mountaintop is a sanctuary, safe from crisis and anxiety and the complexities of life. It is a place to grow closer to God… Many of us cling to the mountaintop as if it were a…

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    The Friday Muse – The Unending Staircase

    Made of concrete, the small thirty by thirty structure sat alone in a vacant parking lot. A single black door against all-white cement was the only indication that people were meant to enter and exit the structure. The lot itself belonged to a grocery store that had been torn down long ago. Nothing else resided for miles along Highway 17, even though the highway was a main artery connecting Fenneston to Fairbanks. Pam spotted the uncanny landmark while passing through on Highway 17 on her way to Fairbanks. In fact, she passed it many times on her multiple trips to Fairbanks. She always found herself curious as to why the…

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    Dissatisfied With The Satisfying

    “What you’re supposed to do when you don’t like a thing is change it. If you can’t change it, change the way you think about it. Don’t complain.” – Maya Angelou Today is a good a time as any to confess something to all of you: I complain. A lot. What’s funny, is I don’t even notice I’m complaining most of the time. But my wife does. My friends do. Strangers hear it. As the years have moved on, I’ve grown into more and more of an introvert. I’m not sure why that is. I guess I’ve just experienced so much heartache and so many struggles that I just don’t…

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    Eight Ball, Corner Pocket

    “Eight ball, corner pocket,” Shane called out. His trembling hands coated the pool stick in slippery sweat, making it difficult to position his shot. Sergio leaned against the pool table, a smirk slowly bleeding across his face. “You just called your fate, ese.” Gripping the pool stick, Shane lowered himself to the table and attempted to line up his shot. His rapidly pounding heart reminded him of how ridiculous it was that his fate and the fate of his wife and kid rested on a simple game of pool. His mind tried to trace the events that led him here… He caught his wife cheating with his best friend. That’s…