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Rhonda Bronte Brown is a National Board-Certified Teacher and retired teacher/counselor whose work has appeared in Better Than Starbucks, The Trouvaille Review, Meat for Tea, The Orchards Poetry Journal and The Best Haiku 2025 international anthology and several online journals. She holds both a BS and a Master’s degree and writes children’s literature and poetry exploring nature, SEL, and STEM.

Strong

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Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. Joshua 1:9 That is the first verse that came to mind along with the song. But real strength, Christ-centered strength is a hard calling. First, it does not call you to be a doormat. You must speak the TRUTH. God tells us how.

Let all be harmonious, sympathetic, brotherly, kindhearted and humble in spirit; not returning evil for evil, or insult for insult, but giving a blessing instead. 1Peter 3:8

Do you ever have trouble with ANTS: Automatic Negative Thoughts?

Does it come out when you’re driving? How about a neighbors junkie yard? How about when you see an unruly child or parent? How come there is never anything good on TV? Why are they dressed like that in public? (I have more but I will stop.) Ant bites sting. Too many bites, then a volcano of emotions are likely to erupt.

Being strong in the Lord means so many different things. It takes strength to trust the Lord with your wayward child. It takes practice to turn a kind word when you feel angry. It’s hard not to desire that evil gets repaid and wait on the Lord to be the judge. It takes prayer to walk humble with our God. It takes a powerful amount of trust, when you are blinded and cannot see the way.

For the eyes of the Lord are upon the righteous and HIs ears attend to their prayers. But the face of the Lord is against those who do evil. I Peter 3:12

How are you Strong in the Lord? It comes in so many different ways.

Summer

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Twirls and whirlybirds in the wind, playing with cousins and friends.

Walking barefoot in the grass and hoping summer will last.

No school, outside and free, it’s the time just to be me.

Cousins on the porch swing, shelling purple hull peas.

I will snap green beans instead, if you please.

Summer snacks come straight from the garden.

We enjoy the evening breeze when the chores are done.

Climbing trees, city pool, river-side camping, and sandy shore

are childhood summers that make me wish for more.

I’ve watched my kids and now grandkids enjoy many summers too.

Their memories are intertwined with mine both old and new.

What more can I say, summer is a time to play.

Deserve

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What a great prompt for this week as we celebrate the Fourth of July. My legacy as an American began in the 1700s’ when Thomas Ballard landed in Virginia. Since then, my family served in the American Revolution, War of 1812, Civil War, WW1, WW2, the Korean War, and many other family members who served in the military. My family has worked this land as farmers, were traveling pastors, area magistrates, doctors, nurses, business men/women, general laborers; and suffered through wars, death, loss, depression, and more.

I grew up listening to my mom’s cotton-picking stories. My family donated land for educational purposes; my great-grandfather would mill corn for free so that every family, white and black, would have food for the winter. Understanding the freedom I think I deserve was built by men and women long before I existed.


Understanding what I think I deserve begins with understanding my history and the twisted version. For example, the misuse of Thomas Jefferson’s letter about the separation of church and state was misapplied, the horror of Roe vs Wade and the death of millions of innocence babies. It means understanding the difference between being a Constitutionalist vs. a progressive.

So, what do I deserve? Nothing. But I enjoy what my family has given, sacrifice, and built. I enjoy what other families have given, sacrificed, and made. God has given us as Americans a type of government that never existed before.

God moves hearts to preserve and maintain as best we can a nation that offers opportunities to those who are willing to work for it, even in a flawed system. We work and trust God for his blessings.

The good in anything takes time to seek, time to sit still and think, time to find friends who will support you, time to create, and time to dedicate yourself to serving God first.

Quiet is when I can hear myself think!

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My brain is always rushing with a to-do list, assignments, tasks, programs, and appointments.

Quiet is a time when noise is silent around me.

Quiet is when my mind rest from busyness.

Quiet is when my mind can unscramble.

Quiet is an undisturbed morning routine.

Quiet is sitting in the cool of evening.

Quiet is sorting out precious thoughts and memories.

Quiet is when I can contemplate, consider and reason.

Quiet is not complaining.

Quiet is waiting.

Quiet is when I listen, and God’s Word speaks to me.

Psalms 23: The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul.

Jeremiah 17: 7-8 Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord and whose trust is the Lord. He will be like a tree planted by the water that extends its roots by a stream and will not fear when the heat comes, but its leaves will remain green. And it will not be anxious in a year of drought nor cease to yield fruit.

Psalms 123: My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to slip. He who keeps you will not slumber.

Habakkuk 3:19 He has made my feet like hinds’ feet and makes me walk in high places.

When quiet time is over, I can walk with hind’s feet in high places.

LIFT

Lift is the force that directly opposes the weight of despair and holds you up in the air.

Lift is generated by every part of your being, your words, your heart, your soul, your physical state, your mental well-being.

Lift is the aerodynamic force that produces motion as you trust your soul to Jesus.

The power of your words can build you up or tear you and others down.

The depth of your forgiveness sets you free from internalizing other people’s opinions.

The feelings of hurt and despair are natural, but the roots of bitterness don’t have to grow. I grew up hearing a bird flies overhead, but they don’t have to make a nest in your hair.

Jesus said on the cross, “Father forgive them for they know not what they do.” In other words, God’s forgiveness doesn’t rest with me but in the depth of His love for me and you.

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    willowbentleysmama

    Amen. Well said. There was so much in this that I went back and read it a second time. And then a third. And I really thought about it. My favorite, if I had to pick one, is about being hurt and filled with despair without letting roots of bitterness grow. Very wise words indeed.
    ❤️Terri
    #10 FMF

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    willowbentleysmama

    I loved this! My favorite line was the hurt and despair without bitterness. Beautiful. I tried to make a comment already but I do not see my comment posted here so I am making a second comment. Let’s see if this one works..
    ❤️Terri D

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    Lisa Blair

    This is so true, “God’s forgiveness doesn’t rest with me but in the depth of His love for me and you.”

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    Amanda Dzimianski

    Such a good angle on this prompt! Thank you, Rhonda! Forgiveness does certainly feel like being lifted.

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    Andrew Budek-Schmeisser

    It’s lift that lets the sparrows fly,
    it’s lift that lets the eagles soar
    and keeps the pigeons in the sky
    and makes each fighter jock a bore.
    He’s standing there in Ray-Ban shades,
    a shiny Rolex on the wrist,
    and tells you of each flight he’s made,
    “Just listen, dude, listen to THIS!”
    He maybe flies an F-16,
    or drove Thuds in Viet Nam;
    I hope that I do not seem mean,
    but seems to me the Great I Am
    gave flying powers to the birds
    that can’t be matched by human words.

    I know a lot of fighter pilots, and love ’em.

    Old joke: How do you know you’re talking to a fighter pilot?
    He’ll tell you.

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How to Disagree

Don’t hide behind others,

Don’t hide behind social media posts,

Don’t hide in a gossip mills or behind rumors,

Don’t vent uncontrollable and hide behind false anger.

Don’t spew angry words.

Don’t internalize their hurtful words.

BUT INSTEAD…

Do wait before spewing angry words

Do Inhale deeply then exhale swiftly

Try again…

Do inhale deeply on the count to four-

Hold for two and

exhale slowly- 4..3..2..1.

Go again,

Do give yourself a butterfly hug with cross taps.

Cross your hands, tapping the opposite arm or shoulder. The right-hand taps the left side and says, “Hello, mate. Let’s settle down.” The left-hand taps the right side and says, “Yep, we’re better together.”  Tapping back and forth, calms your brain. Sounds silly, I know, but it works. It’s like a hug from a butterfly that sets your mind free to think. (excerpt from WITT the anteater, WIP)

Do Think of strategies that follow the golden rule.

Do for others as you would have them do for you.

Growlers, howlers and whiners throw fits, Thinkers of all kind use their wits.

WITT: Wait, Inhale, Tap, Think (copyright RLBrown)

Ps. 133.1 “Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity!” 

John14: 27…”…My peace I give you….Let not your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful.”

I have no excuses, no not one!

None will suffice even with a life devoted to Christ.

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Mistakes made,

some intentionally

some by ommission

some in ignorance

but made just the same.

Actions taken to help

Actions done by myself

Actions that blindly hurt

Yet, the outcome–

Could have been different

Could have been avoided

Could have been resolved

No excuses, No not one!

But to trust in Jesus

His victory, won!

Rushing Through the Middle

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I’ve often read the beginning and end of the book to see how it starts and how it will end. I’ve even put a book back on the shelf if I didn’t like the ending. I’ve rushed through the middle of a book and stayed up all night just to get to the end.

Life before 18 seemed like an eternity. I couldn’t wait to be 18. Oh, the joy of being 18 again and the wisdom to know what to do with it. ( I would stop rushing around like a grasshopper and never looking up…God’s description of man.) It seems I’ve been in the middle all my life as:

  • The middle child
  • Middle of the sandwich generation
  • Center of my family negotiating
  • Middle-grade teacher
  • Middle of mid-life crisis

Even in retirement, I am still in the middle of my husband’s surgeries. I guess life is really lived in the middle. The best part of any book or life is in the middle: happy moments, life events, friendships new and old, and life. Life is lived in the middle of whatever stage you are in.

So, my advice to myself is to slow down and make sure I’m walking in the middle with Jesus. It will be messy but a much better story with Him in it.

Isaiah 40: 26 Lift up your eyes on high and see who has created these stars, the One who leads forth their host by number. He call them all by name; Because of the greatness of His might and the strength of His power not one of them is missing.

I’m an like a star, in the middle of His creation and I am not missing. I am not missing in the middle of a messy life. Jesus is stuck in the middle with you…and me.

Deborah: She was a prophet, warrior and Judge.

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Deborah, in the Old Testament, was known for her wisdom and courage. Many Israelites sought her ruling on matters.

She was respected and valued as a Judge.

She was a prophet, able to hear God’s voice.

She was a warrior. Barak would only go to battle if she came.

What is my takeaway?

First, be obedient to God’s Word. Calling out sin is not hate. It is telling the truth. Know God’s word and be ready to answer. Deborah was prepared.

Second, stand firm in your convictions even when you don’t have all the answers. My part is to speak the truth; the Holy Spirit draws the person to Jesus. People sought her ruling and knew her to be wise and fair.

Third, be courageous and don’t waiver in your faith. Today more than ever, we need to stand in our faith and take back our country.

Joshua 1:9 Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

The Eyes of a Dyslexic Child By RL Brown (WC 190)

My brain hurts.
My eyes won’t work.
I can’t read anymore.
Why do letters move?
Be still, so I can read you.			
The letters whisper-
Don’t give up.

Jumbled Words.
Letters flip and flop. 
Then they jump and hop.
Why do letters move?
Be still, so I can see you.
The letters whisper. 
Say my name.

Grumbled Sounds,
And mumbled tones, 
Never sounding the same.
WHY do letters move?
Be still, so I can hear you.
The letters whisper-
Blend the sounds.


Teacher, Teacher!
The letters are moving!
Oh, no, that’s in your head.
Why do letters move?
Be still, YOU!
The letters whisper-
Concentrate. 

Taking Test
Orally, I’m best.
Squiggly scribble letters  
Why do letters move?
Be still, so I can write you.
The letters whisper-
Yes, you can. 

Read aloud!
Nervous mistakes,			
Makes my insides quake. 
Why do letters move?
Be still, don't laugh.
The letters shout. 
Keep going. 

Every day,
my teacher says,
“You’re reading better today!”
“Why did letters move?”
Not anymore! 
I shout, hooray!
I’m reading today. 

Rex hated to read aloud. Words skipped, tripped and stumbled over his tongue like jabbering gibberish. Flustered, Rex stopped.

Susie loved to read aloud. Her words slid in seamless syllables of streaming sounds. Her correctness rattled Rex. 
 
Susie closed the book. Torrents of confusion ceased; his heart sank in horrible comparison.  Susie can read but he cannot. 

Rex wished he could slash words off all the pages. Then there would be no more letters picking at his brain. The pages would be as silent as a gentle rain.

(WIP)
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