Author Archives: Linda Kruschke

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.

Don’t Discount Your Potential

They were a motley collection of misfits. A tiny purple alyssum and a scraggly white alyssum. Two mini daisies. A wee snapdragon with a single bloom. Each had volunteered in various annual pots left on our deck over the winter. … Continue reading

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Never Too Late

I’m too old to write a book; too old to begin a new career in publishing and as an inspirational speaker. I should have pursued my dream years ago when I was young and still had a chance at success. … Continue reading

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Unseen Things — Other People’s Thoughts

The Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub yesterday was to write about unseen things that nonetheless exist. My first thought was to write about angels or God, but that seemed too predictable for me. Then last night I was at … Continue reading

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Wedding Flowers

I gave the florist clear instructions My wedding bouquet was to include White roses — I am worthy of you Blue carnations — yes, no, maybe? White daisies — innocence The perfect bouquet To greet the guests To adorn the altar Alas, she got it wrong … Continue reading

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The Joshua Tree

The desert dry, the bitter heat Home sweet home to prickly pear Lizards striped and scorpions mean A climate only the strong can bear King of them all, the Joshua Tree A reminder of Who watches and cares Waters the … Continue reading

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Inspiration

Perched precariously atop the canyon wall, the tiny striped chipmunk — I’ll call her Lenna, which means brave — nibbles a pink thistle flower. Undeterred by the sharp thistle leaves, she darts back to the lone source of lunch and … Continue reading

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My Muddled Mind

Muddled thoughts confused, chaotic ever churning night to day Their origin their destination It seems I cannot sway Yet El Roi the God who sees me invites me to come and pray He knows each thought each crazy fear won’t … Continue reading

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