Waiting: A Poem

-Beth Wangler

In seasons of waiting, whether active or quiet, we may echo the Psalmist’s question, “How long, O Lord?” Yet, like he saw Hagar and Nathanael, God sees us and hears our cries. We long for various things and must also focus on His presence, learning to long for His future and be content in the present.

Lessons Learned: Reflections on Modern SpecFic Themes

-Beth Wangler

Hello, my fair readers! Welcome to today’s reflection on storytelling as a writer and audience member. I am going to try to stick to the usual educational tone of these posts. Honestly, though? This is a subject that’s been increasingly angering me recently. Fair warning that we may devolve into rant mode at some points. …

Mom: A Poem

-Beth Wangler

Look at your hands skilled to sew, cook, build, weed, clean strong to do what needs to be done, to fix the broken gentle enough for a baby to hold. Look at your eyes which wrinkle in sheer delight which burn with fury at injustice which glisten with proof of your gentle heart which widen …