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My Southwest Adventure Part~1

23 Oct

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Bill

The main reason for this trip was to attend the CAF AirPower Expo in Addison, Texas, where “FIFI”, the only flying B-29 in the world and her CAF 1companion B-24, “Diamond Lil”, were to be featured, along with a varity of other WWII Warbirds.  I had seen static B-24 and B-29 displays at museums, but this would be a special treat to see these famous WWII Warbirds fly.  Then after that experience, I planned to complete an 11-day, 2660-mile circuit of aviation museums and other attractions in Central/West Texas and New Mexico.

I knew I was headed for Texas, because on the first leg of my flight to Austin, Texas I sat next to an older couple who were dressed in western togs.  The man was holding his 10-gallon hat in his lap the whole trip, because he couldn’t wear it and lean back in his seat.  I didn’t pay much attention to that until we got ready to disembark in Austin, at which time 2he and his wife kept taking things out of his hat; like her watch and hair comb, and his glasses and billfold.  Now I knew cowboys used their hats on the trail, to give their horses a drink of water, but I never thought about how convenient those big hats would be to carry things in!  Then I arrived at the Dallas airport, many of the people were dressed in their western clothes and boots, and I saw this 10-gallon hat display used as a window decoration for a restaurant.  The next thing I noticed, after obtaining my rental car was the Geico billboard sign, with the Gecko wearing a 10-gallon hat.  Yep, I was in Texas for sure!

The next day, at the CAF AirPower Expo, as advertised, “FIFI” and “Diamond Lil” thrilled the crowd and gave us all a sense of being a part of the past, that few people of the modern generation can appreciate.  The many other WWII Warbirds participating in the Expo made for a special day for me to remember.  Being trained as an Airframe & Engine mechanic in college, I still love the sights, sounds and smells of the round-engine propeller airplanes from the 1930s-1950s era.

One of the most memorable things for me at the Expo was meeting Bob Searden, who was part of the 507th Airborne Infantry Regiment, parachuting into Normandy in the early hours of D-Day.  Bob was all decked out in his jump uniform, metals, and even a pair of jump boots.  I was privileged to have my picture taken with Bob, who I consider a real WWII hero.  Check out Bob’s memoir To D-Day and Backwhich chronicles his experiences on D-Day and his subsequent capture and life as a POW.

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——To Be Continued——

 

An Interview with Mary Harwell Sayler

21 Oct

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Mary Sayler at FL BeachI met Mary Harwell Sayler at a writer’s conference where she was the teacher and I was the student. Mary didn’t have a watch and couldn’t tell when it was time to end the lesson. She is an excellent writer and teacher and we all wanted to hear as much as we could, so we didn’t care If she didn’t end on time.

Mary was staying at the conference center of the church I attended, but it wasn’t easy for her to get away, so the next day I took an inexpensive watch and gave it to her. She received it graciously and from there we became not only student and teacher, but the best of friends.

I took her poetry writing course and she helped with my first novel. I drove to her hometown once a month and we learned about each other’s families. Mary was endlessly creative and constantly encouraging of my efforts to learn how to write poetry. She has never stopped being a role-model for me and a supporter. Check out her links, get to know her. You will be glad Mary Harwell Sayler has come into your life.

     Mary, your newest book is Christian Writer’s Guide. Can you tell us how this book is different from other writer’s guides that are available?

Great writing book

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Definitely! The most noticeable difference occurs in the opening pages of the e-book, which begins with prayer, discusses the importance of a biblical foundation for writing in any genre or readership, then helps Christian writers discern a gift or calling in the writing ministry. Also, such sections as “Listen for The Voice in your voice” address God’s leading. Since I wanted to offer as much practical information as possible and keep the price low, the last part of the e-book includes an extensive Glossary to help writers learn the unique terminology and techniques associated with writing.

     You have written many books, you are a teacher of writing poetry, you have written novels, and you write reference books. Would you tell us if any of these would stand out as a favorite subject and the reason for it?

As a child, I began to read the Bible regularly and write poems, so those “first loves” have not changed. Instead of getting a regular job, I earned a small income by instructing through critiques and correspondence courses on various aspects of writing, and frankly, I learned a lot from my students! In recent years, I heavily researched and wrote a couple of life-health Living in the The Nature poemencyclopedias because I needed to know more about those particular subjects for my own health. That work also put a new roof on our 100+-year-old house! My biggest thrill as a writer, however, came when I placed my first book of poetry, Living in the Nature Poem, with an environmental publisher. Those poems take a realistic, rather than a romantic, approach to nature but hopefully help readers to see the intricacies of creation and the loving God who created such a spectacular variety.

     Have you always wanted to be a writer, or did it come to you in a sudden revelation?


From about junior high school on, I thought I’d be a writer, librarian, or artist. When I took my first art course in college though, the instructor graded us on a curve with the only top grades going to students who had studied art and worked as commercial artists. Getting a C in the class upset and mystified me, ending any thoughts of an art career.

     What kind of books do you like to read?
Since I have little time to read, I focus on my all-time favorites: The Bible in almost any English translation, countless volumes of poetry, and award-winning books for children.

     Did you have a mentor or someone who inspired you when you first began to write?

My parents encouraged each of my siblings and me in the creative arts. Teachers encouraged me too, and I’m especially blessed to have a supportive husband who believes in me.

   How did you break into publishing.

I began freelancing as a stay-at-home mom during my children’s naptimes then school hours. After placing articles with parenting magazines our church distributed, I wrote to the denominational headquarters to ask about writing poems and stories for children’s take-home papers. Later I wrote curriculum and Bible stories on assignment for denominational and nondenominational publishers. Since the kids and I often visited our local library, I got to know the kinds of stories children like to read, so I wrote a few children’s books and inspirational romance novels. The second year I taught at a Christian writers’ conference, one of the editors and I enjoyed chatting over lunch, and not long after that, she called to ask if I’d think about writing a series of devotional books. I said I’d pray about it, and immediately the idea came for a 7-book series of devotionals. Some time after this, our pastor asked my husband and me to plan an in-house church retreat, and from that came the book What A Body! on developing ministry gifts. Later, a writer-friend asked if I’d ever consider writing encyclopedias – right at a time I needed to know more about the skeletal system in order to make informed decisions about my own spinal woes! I researched enough information to put together a book proposal and received a contract shortly thereafter. Since that book did well, other health-related writing opportunities arose.

     What writing projects do you plan to work on next?

I’d love to do almost anything related to the Bible. For example, I recently realized I have enough “Bible people” poems for a book. Also, I’ve been researching and talking about favorite topics, such as prayer, for years, so I finally began putting together book proposals for those.

     Tell us about your Facebook group Christian Poets & Writers.

Most of my life, I’ve lived in small towns and now in rural Florida where few opportunities exist for me to get together with other Christians who write. I’ve pretty much had to learn the hard way what works and what doesn’t in writing, which can make a lonely job even lonelier! With the advent of social networking, however, all that changed. I joined various online communities for Christians and/or for writers, but Christian poets consistently got left out! Since I wanted to encourage Christians in all kinds of writing ministries, a group on Facebook seemed like an ideal way to do this and offer tips occasionally too. Poets and writers from almost every denomination have now joined us from all over the world, so we’ve become a highly eclectic and ecumenical group, who can learn much from one another. With my own ecumenical background and strong conviction that we, as the church, can make a huge difference in the world, I especially want to encourage other Christians to use their ministry gifts to up-build the Body of Christ.

     Sounds like a lot of work! What’s your favorite way to relax?

With woods, water, and wildlife all around us, I like to meander down the unpaved road in front of our house or take a bike ride or just sit on the deck and do nothing except try to remember the names of birds flitting between the evergreens or tiptoeing by the cattails along the margins of our little lake.

     Is there a scripture verse that has special meaning for you?

My personal favorite since childhood has been David’s prayer in Psalm 19:14: “Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer.”

I also like to use Bible verses as themes for novels, and Romans 8:28 is the one I’ve used most often: “For we know all things work for good for those who love God and are called according to His purpose.”

     Mary, I have thoroughly enjoyed this interview and the opportunity to share your talents and wisdom with everyone. Where may our readers find out more about you, your editing services and purchase your books?
I have a website – Mary Sayler.com and Amazon provides an Author Page for anyone who has books or e-books listed on their site –  . Also, Poets & Writers magazine hosts a website with an online Directory of Poets whose work has been traditionally published. P&W offers this for published writers, too, but if I understood correctly, you have to choose one, so my bio and poetry credits went into the poet’s directory –

 Thank you to Mary for agreeing to this interview. She has a detailed bio page on Poets & Writers. You can also find her on Twitter, LinkedIn and of course  Facebook where she moderates the popular and helpful page, Christian Poets and Writers.

Our Trip to Maui~Part 5

20 Oct

SUNDAY MEMORIES

 Judy Wills

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We had planned for our next adventure to be to drive to see the Haleakalā 1Crater.  It was a long drive, and we stopped several times along the way just to take in the island beauty. We saw lots of sugar cane fields, and a few pineapple fields, as well.

We stopped at the Visitor’s Center at 6500 feet up.  This most unusual Silver Sword plant grew all around that area.  We were told that the Silver Sword plant only grows in that area near the Haleakalā Crater – nowhere else in the entire world!  Gorgeous!

We stopped again on the way up to get some pictures, and were amazed that the ocean color is really as blue as it is in this picture!  Beautiful!2

The summit of Haleakalā Crater is 10,023′ and the air is thin and 3quite cool.  We were glad to have our sweaters and jackets!  Silver Sword plants were quite abundant there.  Inside the pavilion was a legend telling about “The Life of a Volcano.”  Interesting.

We arrived at the summit about 10:00 a.m. – and the FOG rolled in!  We were told we needed to be there for sunrise to see the crater.  Someone should have told us that before, right?  On our way up, we were passed by a man and his sons on their way down.  His comment as he passed us was, “Best view of the clouds you’ve ever seen, right?”  So we had to content ourselves with pictures of fog – and 4postcards of what we would have seen at sunrise.  A very impressive sight, to be sure. Since we are known for being directionally challenged – we totally missed Kula, so we drove on down to Kahului for lunch.  On our way after that, we stopped and took some gorgeous pictures of Molokai in the near distance.  Really a beautiful island.

When we finally drove into Lahaina, we stopped at the Lahaina Cannery Mall, thinking to have a light supper.  But somehow we found that, if you go through the mall, to the other side, and then outside, across the street is a unique outdoor restaurant, called the Aloha Mixed Plate.  Nothing fancy, but the food was delicious!  As a side note – when we returned to the mainland and told Fred’s sister about this little restaurant, she had never heard of or seen it!  Something for them to explore on their next visit to Maui.

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Two Sure Steps to go to Heaven

19 Oct

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

We took pictures, from every angle. Our granddaughter was the flower girl at my brother’s wedding. So our camera was smoking from those umpteen pictures we took of our princess. We planned to send them to the world.

But all that planning fell apart. On the way home the camera slipped of the console between the seats, right into a large cup of water.

We lifted the dripping camera. There went our pictures. There went our hopes of those priceless images.

To diffuse the tense moment, I gave a silly grin at hubby. “Maybe this is an underwater camera, and we just didn’t know it?”

“Wishful thinking,” he said.

That’s me—the wishful thinker. I used to wish about lots of things. In fact, I wished my way would be the one that would bring me to heaven: By being good. By praying. By staying out of trouble. Through my religion. Or wishing God would be good enough to swing open heaven’s doors and unable to resist my pitiful look, He’d say, “C’mon on, silly chica.” I wished that.

Then some powerful truths evaporated my wishful, wrong thinking. God’s truth—the spiritual GPS programmed my destination: heaven.

The map showed two turns outlined in chapter 10 of Romans:

1. “If you confess with your mouth, ‘Jesus is Lord,’

2. And believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.”

Father, how awesome of you to make it so simple to be saved from hell and enter heaven. I confess there was a time when I doubted the path would be as simple. But now I know when I made the commitment to follow you, my heart was transformed. My life was changed. Joy was renewed. And hope for eternity turned to reality. I thank you in the name of Jesus. Amen.

• When you take your last breath, where will eternity find you?

• Were you like me, wrong about the way to be saved from eternal gloom?

• Is Jesus knocking at the door of your heart?

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GrandPa “The World’s Oldest Cat”

18 Oct

From the Heart
Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

These days, pampered felines enjoy the food,

accommodations and medical care money can buy.

But none can match the record for longevity achieved by “Grandpa”

No matter how hard they try.

He lived to the slightly overripe age of thirty-four years,

Two months, and four hours-

Earning him a spot in the Guinness Book of World Records

And worldwide gifts of cards and flowers.

The Story

 

Grandpa’s life was as strange as it was long. A rare hairless sphinx, he was taken to the Humane Society of Travis County (Texas) on January 16, 1970 by a good Samaritan who found him running loose near a busy intersection.  Jake Perry, a plumber, almost immediately adopted him, part-time cat show enthusiast, and feline rescuer. Figuring such an unusual cat must have a worried owner somewhere; he put up posters about him around town. Months later he received a call from a Frenchwoman, who in December, 1969 had come to the United States to visit her daughter.  While there her cat, Pierre, had escaped through an unlatched screen door, never to be seen again.

By that time Perry had owned the male sphinx, whom he had renamed Grandpa Rexs Allen, for quite a while. Nevertheless he agreed to let the woman have a look at him.  After confirming that it was indeed her cat, she graciously allowed his benefactor to keep him.  She even handed over his pedigree papers, which stated that he was born early on the morning of February 1, 1964 in Paris.

A few years later, Perry started entering Grandpa in shows sponsored by the International Cat Association under the “household pet” category.  To his great surprise, he feline who was already into his second decade and thus considered old, earned the rank of supreme grand master, the highest possible reward for pets in his division.

As his age reached the high twenties, Grandpa’s fame grew. Each year for his birthday, he got a vanilla cake topped with tuna and broccoli icing.  Not surprisingly, he was generally the only one to partake.  The rest of his unusual diet, however, would have passed muster with most human diners.  Breakfast consisted of Egg Beaters, chopped bacon, broccoli or asparagus, and coffee. (Yes, coffee!!) He also enjoyed either jelly or mayonnaise smeared on his food: he would choose which one every morning by putting his paw on the jar he preferred,  (too cute!)

Fortified by lots of vegetables, Grandpa persisted into his early thirties, which is roughly 150 in cat years.  Finally, on April 1, 1998, he gave up the ghost after a long bout with pneumonia. After an elaborate funeral, inside a tiny, laced-lined coffin, he was interred in his owner’s backyard pet cemetery, which already contained about two dozen cats. Roughly four hundred fans from around the world sent cards, flowers, and other mementos.

His final honor was, of necessity, posthumous. The 2000 edition of the Guinness Book of World Records duly recognized the wizened French expatriot as the oldest cat who ever lived..  His record just barely squeezes out the previous record holder, an English cat named Ma who survived for thirty-four years and one day, it just goes to show that in longevity, as in any other endeavor, persistence is key.

You’re in the Navy~Part 12

16 Oct

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Navy

 

 

Back in Sasebo, my two years of active service finally came to an end, and I was ready to be out of the Active Navy.  But, because the Hector had been 1extended on station, the Navy had to come up with a way to transport me back to the states.  So, I received orders to be flown from Japan to Treasure Island Naval Station in California for separation.  With everything I owned in my duffle bag, my first attempt to get to an airport was a four-hour hot and bumpy school bus ride, on some of the roughest roads I had ever traveled, to Itazuke AFB.  Since I was enlisted, which is as low as it gets in the military, when it comes to travel authorization, several officers bumped me off that flight, and I had to endure another 4-hour bus ride back to the ship.

A day or so later, it was back on the school bus, this time several hot jarring hours to Tachikawa AFB for another try.  This time I got a seat on a fully loaded Douglas C-124 Globemaster airplane, operated by the Military Air Transport Service (MATS).  Did I mention it was now the middle of the summer, there was not a breath of air from any direction that day, and inside the airplane was like being in a big aluminum can with the sun beating down on it, and no A/C to keep the air moving inside that big can?  Everyone was dripping wet by the time they had us all seated and 2accounted for.  Once they got the doors closed, we taxied to the end of the runway, the pilot did his pre-flight engine checks, and we headed down the runway at full power.  Well, full power didn’t last long, as at least one of the engines started backfiring and the pilot aborted the takeoff.  We stopped at the end of the runway, and the pilot did more engine checks.  Since there still was no wind from any direction, the pilot turned back on the runway, and headed off at full power again.  This time an engine caught on fire, and thank God the pilot had time to abort the takeoff.  We all hurriedly deplaned, dripping wet, on shaky legs, and walked back to the terminal, leaving the flight crew and fire department to deal with the smoking engine.  That episode didn’t give me a lot of confidence in any C-124 being able to get me safely back to the states.

Then, after a stay-over night, there at the airbase, for some unknown reason, I was transported, along with several other sailors, to Tokyo to wait for a “Space Available” seat on a commercial flight.  As it turned out, I 3was only bumped off one flight there, before I was given a seat on a TWA Super “G” Constellation flight headed for San Francisco.  The flight consisted of three, very long 8-hour, over water flight legs, with stops at Wake Island, then at Honolulu, Hawaii and finally to San Francisco International Airport.  Even though that flight was luxurious, compared to what the C-124 flight on MATS would have been, I was still mighty glad to be on the ground, and at the end of that trip.

I was transported to the Treasure Island Naval Station, where I spent several days being processed out of the Active Navy, and back into the 4Naval Reserve, to finish my 6-year tour of duty I had signed up for.  I spent most of my free time visiting many of the tourist spots San Francisco is best known for, such as “Alcatraz Island”, Coit Tower, the Planetarium at Golden Gate Park, and of course, Fisherman’s Wharf, where I enjoyed some of their world famous seafood more than once.

After the Navy was through with me, and that mini-vacation was over, I took the train to Los Angeles to meet DiVoran, and get reacquainted with my lovely wife.  While we were there, she looked into the requirements for obtaining her California Beautician’s license; only to find out she needed 300 more hours, than what New Mexico required, to qualify to take the California test.  That would have to wait until we came back from Albuquerque, and were settled in our new location in Inglewood, California, where I would be starting work on my Mechanical Engineering Degree education at Northrop University.  But, then that’s another story about another time for another blog.

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My Parents in a Nutshell

14 Oct

My Take

DiVoran Lites

When they were six years old Ivan and Dora became playmates in their Canon City, Colorado neighborhood. When they were fourteen and their Author, Poet and Artistparents took them to the Fireman’s Ball a spark was struck that would warm them for the rest of their lives.

Three years after graduating from high school they were married in April of 1937 and set up housekeeping in Lovelock, Nevada. Ivan was a meat-cutter at Safeway and Dora worked in the commercial laundry downtown. DiVoran was born in October, 1938.

In April 1939 Dora’s dad died and they moved back to Canon City. There Ivan worked at the gas plant. David was born in June of 1941.

The next move was to Crowley, Colorado. Ivan kept the machinery running at the tomato factory while Dora fed the crew their noon meal for five dollars a week each. They raised chickens and goats to help with milk and eggs.

In 1944 World War II became personal. Ivan joined the infantry that slogged, in mud up to their knees, all over Europe while Dora and the children lived upstairs over Ivan’s parents in their apartment house in Canon City. Dora picked apples and did odd jobs as they came up.

When the war was over and Ivan came home, they bought Min’s Café and moved to Westcliffe, Colorado. After a few years, they purchased the old train station and renovated it. The family moved there and they rented out rooms downstairs. Ivan learned to fly and bought a Piper Cub which crashed on Pike’s Peak one cold winter day. Ivan and friend, Sweak Jeske walked away from the crash, even though Ivan’s heel was broken.

Toward the end of 1951 Ivan and Dora sold the café. For a while Ivan was a molybdenum  miner in Leadville and Dora clerked at Tomsick’s Hardware in Westcliffe.

A break came when Ivan got hired on as a security guard for the Atomic Energy Commission (AEC) in Los Alamos, New Mexico. At first, Dora worked in a jewelry store, but she soon got on as a bomb sample counter with the AEC.

By 1955 Ivan was promoted to courier, which required a move to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Dora’s job with Sandia Corporation had her shredding secret documents by hand.

By 1960 Ivan’s job took them to Livermore, California. There, Dora got a job with Lawrence Laboratories sorting microfilm.

Both retired from government jobs in 1975. Ivan bought a commercial salmon trawler and they moved to Fort Bragg. Dora kept house, gardened, and raised chickens. She had time to do a bit of beach combing while Ivan was fishing.

When fishing was no longer good, they bought a vacuum cleaner store in Vista, California. But Ivan wanted to try commercial fishing one more time, sold the store and became a lobsterman. When they finally retired they fished every summer at a remote location. For years it was in Washington state, then it was Salton Sea in Colorado, and their last place was Sapinero at Blue Mesa Reservoir in Colorado. They lived long full lives, died peacefully in Vista, and went to Heaven to be with our Lord, where we will most certainly see them again someday.

Our Trip to Maui~Part 4

13 Oct

SUNDAY MEMORIES

 Judy Wills

 

 After a good night’s rest, we were ready to start our Hawaiian adventures! First off, we went to the Maui Ocean Center – a really neat aquarium and sealife center. We enjoyed everything about it.  Especially the to-life-sized bronze tortoise – with eggs! – near the entrance to the center.

The center contained all the things one might expect in such a facility – a living reef, a surge pool, a turtle lagoon, a touch pool, sharks, whales, and how the Hawaiian’s related to all of it.  Most fascinating.  We spent several hours there.

3Next, we went into Lahaina proper to see the city and all it holds.  One of the most interesting sights is a huge banyan tree.  It was planted in 1873, and has grown so that it’s limbs cover the entire city center.  Many of the limbs need to have supports so they don’t drag the ground.  It is over 60′ high, and covers more than 2/3 of an acre.  It was planted to mark 50 years of Protestant missionary work in Lahaina.

Next we saw the Baldwin Home.  It was built in 1834 as the home for Dwight Baldwin, Protestant medical missionary to Lahaina.  The house served as a medical office, and the general center for missionary activity from mid-1830’s to 1868.

We saw the ruins of the brick palace of King Kamehameha 1.  The footprint seemed really tiny, but the accompanying legend shows it to be a two-storied thatched building.  So I guess important guests were more impressed than we were.  It was built near 1800, one of the first western buildings on the island, and the bricks were locally made. We saw ruins of the old fort.

We saw the Ko’a Fisherman’s Shrine along the harbor, as it faced Molokai.

We went into Lahaina proper and to the waterfront.  A cruise ship was in port that day, and we watched as the ferry brought tourists from the ship to Lahaina, as the port isn’t deep enough for the ship to anchor right at the harbor.

As we walked along Front Street, we saw some young men tossing literally dozens of Mahi-Mahi into the back of a pick-up truck.  Amazing.

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A good day in Maui.  This was such fun for us.  Something we shall never forget.

~~~~~More to come~~~~~

Where is Papa?

12 Oct

“Where is Papa?” my sleepy 5-year old granddaughter said the moment she opened her eyes in the morning.

“Papa already left for work,” I said, grinning at her love for her Papa.

“I want to be with him…I just want a hug from him. I love him so much,” she said.

After the sweetness of the moment faded, a not-too-sweet reminder came to mind. What about me? Do I ask for my Father’s presence the first thing in the morning? Rather than my soul longing to be with God, in His presence and to seek His company, my thoughts often turn elsewhere. How different it would be if I did wake up each morning with a yearning to be held by Him. To be reassured by Him. And to be guided by His grace.

God knows that weakness. He knows how we begin our day by letting worry nag. How we allow stress to creep up. And how we give in to restlessness. But because He also knows how deeply we want peace, security and victory at every stage, He gives His direct instruction: “Seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you” (Matthew 6:33).

Father, I confess that worries fill my head when I wake up. I have been a fool to seek you only when troubles com, when challenges show up or gloom threatens to step in. I ask that you give me wisdom to first choose my thoughts and fill them with you every morning. In Jesus’ name, amen.

  • What fills your mind when you open your eyes in the morning?
  • What longing fills your heart?
  • What is the order of your priorities lately?
Papa

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Old Age is Not the End

11 Oct

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders


How do you measure life, my friend?

Life on earth is not the end.

God fashions us with a Master Plan

to love and care for our fellow man.

 

Reach out and touch another soul-

a kind deed can be your goal.

Hearts are lifted from daily care

by sincere concerns and heartfelt prayer.

 

I yearn to hear a friendly voice,

to see a smile or two.

I know that God hasn’t changed,-

I see His love in You!