How to find security. Five important steps.

28 Feb

Old Things R New:

Happy Saturday! How do you define security?

Originally posted on Janet Perez Eckles & Friends:

Feeling secure for the moment is common, but finding a life of security is a gift from God.

A few weeks ago, on a sunny Florida morning, a young mom and her one-year-old daughter left the house and headed out to the driveway.

As Mom carried the baby to the back seat and place her in the car seat, her little hand pressed the door lock.

Unaware, Mom closed the door. To her dismay, she realized all doors were locked. Baby, her purse and cell phone on the front seat locked inside.

As frantic Mommy dashed off to find help, the little one, feeling abandoned broke into a hysterical cry.

Mom rushed from door to door pleading for help. But unable to get it, she drew supernatural strength to force the window pane off its track and managed to unlock the door.

When she scooped the baby up, the little one’s…

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Life Is But A Minute

27 Feb

From my Heart

Louise Gibson

Louise Gibson



When asked, “What is the greatest surprise

you have found about life?” Your response

will be, “The brevity of it”


I have lived to a ripe old age, but my

emotions are not ruled by a calendar page.

I am moved to tears by poignant moments in time.

I weep when others weep.

Laugh when others laugh.-

without reason or rhyme.


Yes, life is but a minute.

but eternity is in it…

Keep looking up, dear friend.

Christ is waiting at the cross for you.

His dearest desire is to communicate with you.

Life on earth is not the end.


John 9:4

“I must work the work of Him who sent me

while it is day. The night cometh when no

man can work.


Cross at sunset

A Cat’s Divine Appointment

26 Feb

Old Things R New:

On the Porch
Onisha Ellis

I'm a winner

Here on the porch we believe in Divina appointments.

Originally posted on Life in Portsong:

Did you ever believe in a divine appointment? I mean, something that worked together so perfectly that it had to be orchestrated by God in order to unfold properly. Something that, if man touched, would fall apart like a house of cards built on a rickety three-legged table.

It happened to me recently. Actually, it happened to a cat I now own. If you’ve been to my house or been reading my blog for any length of time, you know our pet burden is already far too high. All rescues, we have Winston, the huge, stupid, lovable lab. Toby Flenderson, the dog with a personality deficit. Kitty, a barn cat who came to live with us two years ago. Stanley the Chemo Cat, a sweet fatboy who was chosen by Kylie to sit with her during treatment.

In the last weeks, our little patient wanted a baby kitty. Actually, she…

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My Colonial States Trip~Part 15

25 Feb

A Slice of Life

 Bill Lites

Bill Small Red Plane


Then I checked out Carpenter’s Hall where in 1774 the 1st Continental Congress met in response to the “Intolerable Acts” the British Parliament had imposed on the colonies, as punishment for the Boston Tea Party. They ended up voting to support a trade embargo against England, one of the first unified acts of defiance against the King of England.


Then there was the tomb of the Unknown Soldier of the American Revolution which was a very moving monument that honors the thousands of soldiers, of George Washington’s Army, who died during the American Revolutionary War, fighting for our freedom.



I left my glasses in the Ben Franklin Post Office (luckily they were there when I went back for them) where they hand stamped a letter I mailed. Most of us know of Ben Franklin from our history books as the guy who, in 1750, flew a kite in a thunderstorm proving that lightning was electricity. But, Franklin was a man of many talents; he was a prolific author, printer, political theorist, politician, postmaster, scientist, inventor, civic activist, statesman, and diplomat. He was the first United States ambassador to France (1778-1785), and the 6th president of Pennsylvania (1785-1788).



I had never heard of the Eastern State Penitentiary where, in mid-1800s, it set the standard for penal reform with its castle-like Gothic architecture and its founders’ Quaker-inspired belief that solitary confinement could reform criminals.  Eastern State’s radial floor plan (known as the hub and spoke plan) and system of solitary confinement was the model for hundreds of later prisons worldwide.



The next day, while I was trying to take in as many of the interesting things in Philadelphia as I could, I decided to take a quick self-guided tour of the current U.S. Mint there in Philadelphia.   It turns out that the first U.S. Mint (better known as “Ye Olde Mint”) was authorized by the “Coinage Act” of 1792 and was built that same year.  The Mint Act (as it was called) also instituted a decimal system based on a dollar unit; specified weights, metallic composition and fineness; and required that each United States coin be impressed with the word “Liberty.”  It was fascinating to see how our U.S. coins are produced, most of the process now being automated.



I checked out the City Tavern which was the site of many early business transactions, patriot gatherings, and musical performances and has been restored to look as it did in the 1700s. Today one can sample ale recipes by George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton. I didn’t stop and partake of any of those, as I was on a mission to see as many of the places as I could before the close of the day.



Down the street was the Philadelphia Merchant’s Exchange, built between 1832 and 1834, and was originally a gathering place where merchants met to barter or sell their cargoes and merchandise. From Exchange the ships could be seen approaching from up or down the Delaware River.




—–To Be Continued—–

Writing and Painting

23 Feb Chapter One The RR Station copy

My Take

DiVoran Lites


Author, Poet and ArtistWhen I started writing blogs for Old Things R-New and Rebekah Lyn Books, I was working on the novel, Go West and enjoying it immensely. Painting had taken a back seat and I thought I was over it. But people kept saying they liked my prints and the paintings on my walls and when I remembered how much I enjoyed splashing paint around. My fingers began to itch for a brush.

The more I painted, the more I neglected the things I thought I ought to be doing. I wrote out several long talks with the Lord asking how I could find time to paint and to keep up with my writing goals, as well and he gave me some new ideas.

Finally, my angel, and enabler Onisha and I sat at a table in the Target Starbucks and talked it over. I had also been writing paraphrases from the Bible and I wanted to illustrate them. Onisha suggested we serialize the novel and use it instead of blogs and she liked the idea of the Promise Posters too.

So now, I’m painting and writing and I’m having a wonderful time. If you see any Go West illustrations or Promise Posters you’d like to buy, they will be available as prints and note cards at Come join me in my new big adventure.

“Posters and Cards of the Go West paintings will be available on Creative Artworks soon.



22 Feb


Judy Wills


I’ve found many “treasures” in my lifetime. The times in my life that I write about are, indeed, treasures to me. Such wonderful memories they are. But I have some “earthly” treasures, as well. I’ve collected things throughout my life, and they usually have great meaning to me. I remember when my Aunt Jessie bought me my first pitcher – and it started a collection with me. Most of the “pitchers” I have are actually creamers. She took me another time to Juarez, Mexico, and we purchased another pitcher.


I have a pitcher that is purported to be from my grandmother – and the only thing I have from her. Remember, she had 13 children, and my family lived far away from her, so we didn’t get very much of hers following her death. 3 I have a cow pitcher that my mother filled with milk and we poured it over our cereal. 4 (I’ve actually lost that one, but my brother found another one and I have this one to remind me. Here is a picture of the original in our dining room window) 5 I also have a small pitcher that was used on the “family-style” table at our Glorieta Baptist Convention Center in Glorieta, New Mexico. They were filled with cream or milk, and several were on each table for the coffee users. 6 I have another “cow” pitcher that was for the same use. 7 I have a set of pitchers that Aunt Jessie picked up in Pennsylvania one time. 8 Yes, they are dust-collectors as well, but they remind me of good times in my life. But I have other “treasures” as well. I had heard of Hummel figurines most of my life, but it wasn’t until we moved to Germany that they came to mean something to me. In downtown Wiesbaden, there was a most unique store. Here is a picture of the storefront. It is one huge cuckoo clock! 9 But they had wonderful Hummel figurines there. Fred’s mother purchased one, and, since her death, I have it. It is a treasure.10One of the most fun treasures I have is a German nutcracker. Most of the nutcrackers you find have a smooth, rounded block of painted wood for the face.   12


Really gives character to him. We have him sitting where we can see him every time we sit down to eat. I know we are to “lay up treasures in heaven,” but these earthly ones give joy to our earthly life and times. When heaven comes my way, I won’t need them anymore – I’ll have the daily worship of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. And I am so grateful for that assurance of salvation. I am blest beyond measure.

Does God still perform miracles? Three steps to witness them.

21 Feb

Old Things R New:

I believe in miracles.

Originally posted on Janet Perez Eckles & Friends:

With permission: With permission:

I also wanted to know if God performs miracles today.  The ones I witnessed were my own, deeply personal miracles. When my life should have been a mess, miracles shimmered instead—joy when there should be gloom. Peace instead of restlessness, and security when fear should rule.

And recently, my heart did a dance of amazement at God’s power which was showcased  as He performed a miracle in a hospital. The story is about John Smith in St. Louis who fell in icy water and remained there for 15 minutes. The news read, “When rescuers brought him to SSM St. Joseph Hospital West, the teen wasn’t breathing. Paramedics and doctors did everything in their power to bring John back, not willing to give up. They performed CPR and other life-saving measures on him for 43 minutes—without regaining a pulse.”

Medically, the boy was dead. They called his mother to…

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Knocked Down, But for Good Reason

20 Feb

From My Heart

Louise Gibson

Louise Gibson


My maternal instinct is to protect and nurture the young.

A new-born is so defenseless, you’ll agree.

So when I read an account of a newborn giraffe,

it disturbed the “mother” in me.


The giraffe is strange and homely creature in appearance,

and his movements are awkward and peculiar to see.

Giraffe child-birthing is so strange and so bizarre-

Why it is so is a mystery to me.


Gary Richmond wrote an article on giraffe calves

that caught my attention.

It offended my maternal instincts, to be true.

Allow me to share what little I know.

Let’s see how it resonates with you.


Gary had been invited to a zoo where a native giraffe

was about to give birth.  The anticipated moment was

not a disappointment.  A calf, a plucky male hurled forth,

falling ten feet and landing on its back. The mother giraffe

gives birth to its young standing up, and the distance from

the birth canal to the ground is about ten feet.


Are you still reading?  Think of this. Ten foot is about the

height for dunking a basketball, plus about four extra inches

So the calf falls out of its mother ten feet above ground

and landed on its back.  It lay there a few moments and

then, according to the story, it scrambled over to get its

legs underneath so that it could take a look around and

check out the world it had just entered.


The mother lowered her head to see the baby, then

she moved until she was directly above the calf.

About a minute passed and then came a shocking surprise.

The mother moved her great long leg outward and booted

her baby through the air.  The calf sprawled head over heels

across the ground puzzled and protesting.


The zoologist explained, “She wants him to get up-

and if he doesn’t get up, she is going to do it again.”

Sure enough, the process was repeated again and again.

And the struggle to rise was momentous. And as the baby

grew tired of trying, the mother would again stimulate its

effort with a hearty kick.


Amidst the cheers of the animal staff the calf stood up

and for the first time, wobbly to be sure, but there it stood

on its wobbly legs.  They were struck silent when the

mother knocked it off its feet again.


“To remember how it got up”. Doesn’t God nurture us

in just the same rough way sometimes?  And if we are

ignorant as to His methods and purposes, the actions can

seem cold and even cruel..


We finally struggle to our feet, and it seems we are kicked again.

But our Heavenly Father knows that love must be tough-

and it must take the long view.  God knows the world will

fall apart and we must be sturdy ourselves to stay on our feet.


Life has thrown us a curve, and it’s a hard thing for us

to cope with.  Even so Lord…praise Your blessed name.


baby giraffe

My Colonial States Trip~Part 14

18 Feb

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Bill Lites


The “Declaration Chamber” in Independence Hall has been beautifully restored and arranged to represent the way it looked during the years between 1775 and 1783 when the Second Continental Congress used this chamber to meet, debate and eventually adopt our Declaration of Independence and U.S. Constitution.


The “Supreme Court Chamber” has also been beautifully restored with ochre-painted walls and the coat of arms for the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania above the bench. This is the room where the Philadelphia Supreme Court conducted trials, and the state legislature conducted business in the early years of our nation. There are records that indicate the U.S. Supreme Court held proceedings in this chamber in 1791 and again in 1796. The judge’s bench and jury’s box overlooked the accused, who stood in the prisoner’s dock for the duration of his trial, giving rise to the expression “Stand Trial.”


Next I went to view the Liberty Bell and discovered that the bell was originally cast in London, England in 1752. The bell was installed in the State House and intended to be used to summon lawmakers to legislative sessions and to alert citizens of public meetings and proclamations, but it cracked the first time it was rung after arriving in Philadelphia. There isn’t actually any evidence that the bell was rung on July 4, 1776 to announce the signing of the Declaration of Independence. A story (fable) was written in 1847 about an elderly bell ringer who claimed he ran the bell on that date. People liked that story so much that it was adopted as fact, and has been perpetuated down through the years. It wasn’t until the 1830s that the bell was dubbed, by several abolitionist societies, as the “Liberty Bell” and used as a symbol of freedom by them during the 1830s and 1940s.


Then I boarded a city tour bus for a 90-minute guided tour of the city of Philadelphia with all its many historical places. Most people today don’t realize that Philadelphia was the first capital of the United States, or how many important events, which helped shape our country, took place in this city. I was amazed at how many famous people in our country’s early history lived and worked in this city, helping form the foundation of our nation as we now know it.


I saw the Betsy Ross house where it’s said that Betsy fashioned and made the first American flag in 1776, and later presented it to General George Washington (who by then had been appointed Commander-in-chief of the Continental Army).


I saw Ben Franklin’s print shop, where he became famous for printing The Pennsylvania Gazette; the President’s House site where George Washington
and John Adams created the Office of the President of the United States; the Christ Church Cemetery where Ben Franklin is buried, along with many of the signers of the Declaration of Independence and other famous leaders. I found it interesting as a side note, that it is said, Christ Church in Philadelphia is also where Colonial America made its initial break with the Church of England.


—–To Be Continued—–

This Thrilled My Mama Heart

17 Feb

As a mom, I have to say this review of my daughter’s novel Jessie,  by book blogger Beverly Lynnt thrilled my mama heart. The reviewer went above and beyond the usual review, even creating graphics to illustrate the review. Thank you!

For years, Rebekah heard her father’s tales of growing up on the banks of the Indian River. It was an ideal time to grow up for a boy who loved the freedom to roam the woods, rivers and canals of his hometown. Rebekah incorporated those stories and recreated them in the lives of the four Cole brothers. Of course, the space program was growing at the same time. Jessie tells the story of both.

Jessie (Coastal Chronicles Bk 2) by Rebekah Lyn ~Review~ | Bipolar for Christ.


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