Category: Her Voice

Relationships

Last month I picked up our local paper and found the obituary of a woman who had been a close friend.  She moved a number of years ago to an assisted living facility that was closer to her daughter but about a hundred miles away.  I missed her and for a while we would talk…

An Audience of One

Playing an instrument is not my forte. The only thing I learned to play growing up was the radio. As a child I wanted to study piano but money for lessons was tight. Instead, I learned to type. They’re kind of the same thing – they both have a keyboard. A number of years ago…

In the Middle of the Day

It is our pleasure here at Ishshah’s Story to welcome back author and blogger Linda Jo Reed of the U.S. The following guest post, her second contribution to the blog, offers an engaging retelling of the Samaritan woman – the woman at the well. Linda Jo’s first story, Upheld in Life Change, can be enjoyed…

Settler or Pioneer: Finding Your Role, Playing it Well

Ishshah’s Story is pleased to feature a new guest contributor to the blog! Join us as we welcome Laurie in her own words: Laurie Klein, who resides in the U.S., authored the classic praise chorus “I Love You, Lord,” a newly released poetry collection, Where the Sky Opens (Cascade Books), and she blogs at lauriekleinscribe.com. Her work appears widely…

Don’t Mess with My Identity

Short and stocky, he was striding through the airport looking like a thundercloud. With hands plunged deeply in the front pockets of his jeans and jaw set with a scowl, the front of his black sweatshirt broadcast the newsflash! Gender is Over Just like that, white letters on a black hoodie informed me that my being…

Destiny

This song, called “Destiny”, was written by me in 2003.  It describes three women found in the gospels –  the woman who poured her perfume on Jesus (Luke 7:37-48), the woman with the issue of blood (Matt. 9:20-22), and the Samaritan woman He met at a well (John 4:7-29).  But really this song is about every woman who…

Bread in the Land

Cradled babe in cattle’s buffet hay Your bed, but You the Bread for the hungry, the greedy, the underfed ‘Feed on Me,’ You did proclaim but love-starved scorn kept ones away to toil for crumbs another day To others the smell of fresh-baked Bread enticing and warm, too hard to resist gave new meaning to…

Surrounded by You

Surrounded by You – who could ask for more? And yet we do – why are You not enough? Hot and stifled in fires of our own making We nearly beg you to be rough. For where we’ve known no different The pain flares up irreverent – The shaking fist of anger makes You hold…

Let Me Not Forget

Ishshah’s Story is pleased to feature a guest submission from another voice new to the blog. Cindy Bishop is from Washington State, USA and is, in her words, a ‘poet, nurse, mother, grandmother, and daughter of the Most High King‘. Join us in welcoming Cindy as she shares a bit of her testimony and the…

The Parable of Bonnie

Bonnie came to sleep on our porch last February.   We live in Texas where it seldom gets cold enough to freeze.  When it does we cover our plants to protect them.  We had a cold snap and following the freeze it rained and the sheets I had used to cover the plants got wet.  I…

Thirteen Dollars and Fifty Cents

Ishshah’s Story welcomes our latest guest contributor, Becky Johnson of the United States. Becky lives west of Denver, Colorado with her husband and cat. She fills her days with family (two grown daughters with husbands and families of their own) and laughter. When she isn’t writing you can find her dancing in the kitchen! Her…

The First Day Of The Rest Of Our Lives

We spoke little as we hurried through the streets of Jerusalem. Slivers of warm sunlight were already piercing the dying darkness as the long night fled away. I pulled my cloak tightly around my face as if to protect myself against the harsh realities coming daylight would bring. Between us we carried the oil and…

Invisible Woman

Photo courtesy Yu Jinyoung’s incredible ‘Invisible’ collection at London’s Union Gallery Silent, I slip among you – The Invisible Woman. I eat your food, I laugh at your jokes, I nod and smile at words brittle as bones and nourishing as chalk. Skinless, I leak and stain but your eyes are glazed, mannequin-sockets staring spell-bound…

When Generations of Silent Women Speak

Many thanks to SheLoves Online Magazine for featuring this article on their website and Facebook Page today! The voices moving around me are strong. They are loud, articulate, and powerful. Most of all they are young, charged with the unmistakable exuberance and vigour of youth. They are young with the outrageous brashness of those who have…

Your Poem

Ishshah’s Story is pleased to feature the poetry of guest contributor, Gaby Comprés Batista, a young woman from Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic. She is an Early Childhood Education student who, in her words, “…loves writing poetry and encouraging others.” Enjoy more of Gaby’s inspiring pieces on her blog, In My Pocket. YOUR POEM i am…

Great Expectations

Christmas comes with strings attached – in the form of great expectations. You know what I mean. Women all around the world go to bed on Christmas Eve with visions of a perfectly basted, perfectly moist turkey, freshly scrubbed kitchen, spit-and-polished kids, and well-behaved pets dancing in their heads. The pressure is on. The in-laws…

Her Perfect Work

An Endurance Award is not what I had in mind When my heart longed for more and quickly, but to find You assigned me Patience as companion for the daily grind “Let Patience have her perfect work,” You said Leaving it up to me to allow, ignore or dread On what laborious lessons her white…

THAT Woman!

Ishshah’s Story is pleased to share our next guest contributor post, authored by Wondering Celt of Wales, UK. Featured is the first half of her two-part story. More of her writing can be read at wonderingcelt.wordpress.com. From the corner of her good eye, the woman watched a small, black swallow flit under the eaves of the…

THAT Woman! Part 2

by Wondering Celt of Wales, UK wonderingcelt.wordpress.com Her walk to the well was no different today than any other. By going later now, she avoided the taunts of the other women who were uncomfortable around her. Struggling under the noonday sun, she arrived very thirsty. She warily eyed the scruffy, Jewish teacher resting there. Not…

Household Prayer

O God of pans and dish-pan hands, Of laundry on the line, O Lord of drawers and dirty floors, O King of home design; O Prince of dust, and swept-up crust, Of soothing tears and pain, Let not the grind rob peace of mind, Or interrupt Your reign. O Potentate of fork and plate, O…

Her Voice

Her voice is petalled purest pink, It gives her hearers thoughts to drink, It binds the wounds of tattered hearts With woman’s ways and woman’s arts. Her voice names Truth and calls it out When others’ souls begin to doubt; And tender as a flower’s face, Her voice breathes hope, and light, and grace. Her…

You

You. Are. Beautiful. Your soul. Your spirit. Your pain. Your struggles. Your skin packages your memories, your experiences, failures and foibles, talents and triumphs, your truest self. Give yourself time. Time to recognize your beauty. Time to grow into your beauty. Time to own and voice what is yours. You…