Tag: Scripture and life
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Why Smart Women Disappear
Why Smart Women Disappear A Sasspoint Village Narrative By late afternoon, the café patios in Sasspoint Village were full of women pretending they were “just grabbing coffee” while secretly conducting emotional audits on everyone they had ever met. It was a respected local tradition. Near the corner window of The Grateful Griddle sat Selah Beaumont,…
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The Grace Budget
In Sasspoint Village, people managed things well. Time. Image. Commitments. And for some—quietly, without ever saying it out loud—even grace. Caleb was known for being dependable. If something needed to be done, he did it. If someone needed help, he showed up. He didn’t like leaving people stranded or situations unresolved. To him, that wasn’t…
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Episode Eight — The Line Elonah Refused to Cross
Episode Eight — The Line Elonah Refused to Cross Verses: Proverbs 4:23 / Philippians 4:8 The lobby was busy enough to feel alive, but not loud enough to hide a person’s thoughts. People moved through Crownlight Center in smooth, practiced rhythms—greetings exchanged, elevator doors opening and closing, conversations that sounded light but carried quiet agendas…
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Rearranged
Rearranged Psalm 37:23–25 (ESV) Mara never liked the phrase broken home. Nothing in her world felt broken. Just… rearranged. Shoes camped by the front door.Toys hid under the couch like fugitives.A pink hair bow lived permanently on the kitchen table.Cereal bowls soaked like they had union rights. Life didn’t crash. It shifted. People whispered divorce…
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THE HOUSE THAT HOPE BUILT
THE HOUSE THAT HOPE BUILT Sasspoint Village Fiction The morning the listing went live, Nola sat cross-legged on the sofa with coffee and caution, scrolling through photos like someone pretending not to get attached. Aldercrest Heights. One of those neighborhoods where the sidewalks always look freshly swept, the air smells faintly like citrus and optimism,…
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Carry-On
Carry-On A Sasspoint™ Village Story Gate E12 was quiet in the particular way airports get when everyone is waiting and pretending they aren’t. The screen overhead read DELAYED.It had been committed to that word. A man near the window cleared his throat. “This is actually pretty normal.” No one answered. “There’s a pattern to it,”…
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The Pattern of His Glory
The Pattern of His Glory By Anita T. Kumeh Before the mirror stood a dream,wrapped in color, truth, and flame.A woman once quiet, now redeemed,whispered softly Heaven’s name. Her dress — a hymn of threads and hues,Ankara blooms in bold display,Each stitch a story God once used,to weave her night into new day. The needle…
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The Lace and Lessons Club
The Lace and Lessons Club A Sasspoint Village Story by Anita T. Kumeh Every second Saturday, the women of Sasspoint Village met in the church lounge for what the younger ones called “Fashioned in Faith.” Miss Thelma led the group, her pearl earrings swaying like punctuation marks of wisdom.“Now, darlings,” she began, smoothing her…
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The Paradoxical Picnic
The Paradoxical Picnic A Sasspoint Village Story by Anita T. Kumeh “A cheerful disposition is good for your health; gloom and doom leave you bone-tired.” Proverbs 17:22 The Message (MSG) Inez Cane—self-proclaimed Logistical Luminary of Sasspoint Village—believed that spontaneity only worked with spreadsheets. So naturally, she brought three to-do lists to the trial picnic. Dressed…
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Spontaneous Cuisine
Spontaneous Cuisine A Sasspoint Village Story by Anita T. Kumeh “Banana or plantain—what’s the difference?”That was the sentence that started it all. Chef Chloe, the master of flavors of Sasspoint Village’s food scene, had cooked for politicians, influencers, and the lady who critiques casseroles like she’s on a panel. But today, she met her match…