When You’re Desperate for Just One Drop

Pearl Allard

Pearl Allard

Midwest writer. Beauty seeker. Wife. Mama. Offering encouragement from the perspective of a sunflower - bask in the Sonshine and grow towards the Light.
Pearl Allard

This story still moves me. I discovered the thoughts in an old journal, but I pray God uses it to breathe fresh hope. I’m getting just barely enough to survive. Drops of grace. Just when I think I can’t hardly take it, along comes one encouragement. But it’s just ONE. But at least it’s one. Read More

Day 30 – Love Jesus & Get Stoned

I woke up with a sense of dread carried over from the previous day. It hung over me like Eeyore’s rain cloud. As I lay in bed, not wanting to get up, all I could think was I’m stuck. Stuck in fear. Staying in bed was a dead end. I had to have enough faith to walk out the bedroom door and live this day. Wasn’t that the lesson God taught me…

When Things Don’t Go as Planned

Pearl Allard

Pearl Allard

Midwest writer. Beauty seeker. Wife. Mama. Offering encouragement from the perspective of a sunflower - bask in the Sonshine and grow towards the Light.
Pearl Allard

Ziploc of ice slung over my propped ankle, I reflected over the incident. Frankly, I found it maddening I didn’t even have a good story to tell. The moles went to town next to the backyard steps, and the past winter hardened the earth into ridges. I’d walked these steps dozens of times this summer Read More

When You Feel More Like Roadkill than Alive in Christ

Pearl Allard

Pearl Allard

Midwest writer. Beauty seeker. Wife. Mama. Offering encouragement from the perspective of a sunflower - bask in the Sonshine and grow towards the Light.
Pearl Allard

Blood and guts aren’t my thing. I hate scary movies, and I don’t go into haunted houses. I don’t like most science fiction. But the following is a true story. Back in the pre-kids days, I worked in an office. My boss grew up in the country and joked that Chicago city folk vacationing in Read More