Krista Aman-Widgren

My Redeemer Lives

It was such a beautiful, crisp fall day. The sun shone through the gold, orange and rust leaves on the trees, giving them halos like angels. The leaves were swirling to the ground; God’s own harvest party. I was on my way to see my horse, Bey Abbi, an Egyptian Arabian. A song was playing on the radio by Nicole C Mullan called “Redeemer”. Suddenly I felt the presence of the Lord around me... (posted by Krista 205 days 9 hours ago.)

The Fabulous Doubter

I am my own worst enemy. It is easy to start something new, to start a new career or go to school to start a new career path. It is exciting! I tackle it with enthusiasm. School is fun and I study hard and do well or if it is a new job, I ask lots of questions and do my best to learn the job quickly and efficiently. But shortly after the job begins, the voices of doubt speak. I of course listen to... (posted by Krista 206 days 6 hours ago.)

Even a Smile Helps

We all aspire to live the American Dream. To have a nice house, nice car, great job, family. To have people admire us for our prosperity. When we see a homeless person, we assume that person has chosen homelessness because of laziness, drugs or alcohol or an alternative lifestyle. Many people have lost their jobs. Some companies that have been around for years have simply disappeared. Others have... (posted by Krista 208 days 9 hours ago.)

Plastic People

When I was toddler I used to talk to mannequins. They looked real enough that I would walk right up to one and say “Hi man!” expecting an answer. When it did not give the proper response, I would stare at it and wait. My mom would tell me it was not a real person and she would have me touch the mannequin’s face and hands. My eyes would get really big and then curiosity would turn to fear.... (posted by Krista 208 days 9 hours ago.)

Truckin' Dog

She was the runt of the litter; a Cocker, Pekanese, Poodle cross. She had brown curly hair, long pointy nose, long tail, and a black mask on her face. Even as a puppy she was ugly. But to a nine year old, she was beautiful. I was at the age where I had been naming everything Goldie, Sally, Doc. Mom had come up with the name “Cinnamon” for the puppy. There was a song “Sugar and Spice and... (posted by Krista 227 days 2 hours ago.)

A Place From Childhood

In a church A Catholic sanctuary Church diocese I died with my grandpa Pete Pete, Grandpa Pete With withered cheeks And foolish smile I can still hear him teaching me to how To count to five in German One, two, three! Ein, Zwei, Drei Four, five! Vier, Funf Happy go lucky drake With white hair Sitting on a plastic kitchen chair With his wife near and old yellow dog The... (posted by Krista 230 days 11 hours ago.)