From the Heart

       Ruth stopped short at Cathy’s desk on her way out of work. “What beautiful flowers!”            Cathy grinned. “I know, aren’t they? My new boyfriend sent them to me.”            Ruth bent over and smelled one of the roses. “Is it an anniversary, or did I miss...

 Henry stared out the window, desperately trying not to feel sorry for himself, but every person who walked by on the sidewalk below reminded him of what he’d lost. He wheeled his wheelchair away from the window and cried out to God. “Lord, I know I should be grateful...