Breckenridge Part 3

5 Aug

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Story by Dora Bowers and DiVoran Bowers Lites

Mabel never went back to school after she came out of her typhoid fever quarantine. She had lost all her hair because of the disease, but when it came back it was dark and luxurious for a while. Later on, it turned prematurely white.

When Mabel was sixteen Dora Bell made the acquaintance of an older man who was from Chicago and who stayed at the hotel where they worked. He stood at 5’9”, and had reached perhaps fifty years old. He weighed 175 pounds. He was well fixed and well-dressed in a worsted-suit and a snappy Bowler-derby hat. He wore a clean shirt every day, washed by the laundress at the hotel. Big words flowed from his mouth and Dora Bell admired how well educated he was. 

One day Mr. O’Shea introduced the idea that Mabel should go back to Chicago with him so she could get educated and make something of herself. Although hesitant, Dora Bell had to agree that there was nothing for her 16 year old daughter in the small mining town except ignorance and drudgery. Dora Bell decided to trust Mr. O’Shea. 

Picture by Amazon

Picture by Pixar

Mabel was thrilled and excited at the prospect of going. She had a lovely new dress and a pretty bonnet to protect her sensitive skin from freckles and tanning. Mr. O’Shea provided her with a coat to keep her warm during the long train journey. 

Picture by Pixar

Dora Bell was alone on the mountainside now. But she did have a long-time friend to talk things over with. She had met Mr. Hunter when she nursed his wife who eventually died from typhoid fever. Mr. Hunter did everything he could to repay Dora Bell for her compassion and nursing skills. They were able to talk about their sorrows with each other, and he wanted to do what he could to help Dora Bell find Mabel. 

Even though Dora Bell wrote to the O’Shea address every week, she never got an answer. She was as worried about Mabel as she could possibly be, but she and Mr. Hunter had no idea where to begin looking for her. They started saving small amounts of cash so they could leave the mountain in case they ever found out where she was. 

Author, Poet and Artist

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

On the Street Where You Live

4 Aug

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

Now that’s a familiar tune, isn’t it?  One of my favorites from My Fair Lady.  Fred suggested that I write about the places we’ve lived, and I thought it to be a good idea,  since a lot of these “memories” I write about are for our descendants.  So here we go.

To start with myself, I was born in Dallas, Texas.  For some reason, I can remember the address of that house quite well – it just seems to resonate with my brain.  I’ve never been back to Dallas to see that house, although I’ve looked it up on Zillow.  Looks like it has been well taken care of by all those who have owned the house.  They even have a swimming pool in the back yard! Wow!  In that Texas heat, they probably need it.  I have some pictures of the house – front, back, and the bedrooms Bill and I had, but I have no memory of it.

Judy in front of our house

My brother, Bill

Backyard, Bill, Judy and Aunt Jessie

Now there’s a house I remember!  Daddy went to Albuquerque before we did (Mom, Bill and I) and purchased the house.

We lived in it the entire time I was growing up, and Mom lived in it after Daddy died, and until she and my step-dad moved into an apartment in their later years. It was a neat little house with three bedrooms and one bath.  Oh how we ALL wished for more than one bathroom!!  Daddy kept threatening to add another one as we were growing up!  But he never did.  

According to Zillow, it has 1,065 square feet of living space.  Considering the houses Fred and I have lived in, in the past 30 years, that is really small.  But it didn’t seem small to us – it was just right.  It was built in 1940, and we purchased it in 1945.  The lot size is 6,251 square feet.  The front yard was not huge, but the back yard was much larger. 

While a bit of a double exposure, it shows the size of the front yard. Mother talking with our neighbor, Leon, and granddaughter, Charlene

Our backyard.  Smokey, Bill & DiVoran’s dog

One addition they did make was a patio between the house and the detached garage. It had a roof over it, and because it was facing West and the sun was there in the evenings, they had a long roll-down shade on that West side.  We had many meals out on that patio.  It actually attached to the garage, which was nice.  Mom and Dad set up a picnic table with bench seats, for our meals.  A couple of lounge chairs and we were set.

A birthday meal on the patio – Mom, Aunt Lillie and Granny

On the patio – Judy with Boots, DiVoran with Smokey under her chair

Part of the patio – Our cat, Boots, liked to sleep in the flowerbed

The detached garage was neat.  It consisted of three rooms – a storage room, the laundry room with washer (never did get a dryer – we had clothes lines for that) with a small space heater, and later a large standing freezer, and the last room was for the car.  There was a full-width shelf above the car space that was always full of Mom and Dad’s “stuff.”  

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

So, what’s another disaster?

3 Aug

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged August 3, 2019

When will I learn? You’d think by now, aware of the limitations of my blindness, I’d be careful, really careful with the experiments and projects my young granddaughter and I do.

“It’s a disaster,” she groaned.

She was right. I had placed the hot iron on the paper covering the group of beads she creatively arranged on a pegboard.  The iron was too hot? I pressed too hard? Or missed one step in the instructions?

Don’t know. But after I lifted the iron, part of the melted beads had spread on the carpet, burning a baseball-size spot. Gulp.

Lesson Learned

After we dried her tears of disappointment, I took a deep breath, and then wisdom trickled in.

I knelt on the carpet and once the rug had cooled, I gently rubbed the palm of her hand on the scorched spot. “Feel this? This will help us remember that when we mess up, it’s not a failure if the mess-ups teach us a lesson.”

“What lesson?

“To read instructions more carefully.”

How many disasters have you have in life? Broken relationships, financial troubles, bad decisions, failed careers.

And the mess is there. They formed a rough spot in our heart, difficult to clean up.  Heartache and   regret melted in areas where they shouldn’t.

What if we didn’t consider them failures?

Instead, those very events can become God’s powerful reminder that He still restores. Because of Him, we may stumble, but will never fall. Relationships end, but His love still remains vibrant. Finances crumble, but He still provides. Careers end, but He gives new beginnings. Illness wants to shake away our peace, but His hand stops the fear.

When embracing the lesson, life smiles again as we repeat “I will praise the LORD, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I have set the LORD always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken” (Psalm 16:7-8).

Let’s Pray

Father, how often the failures, mistakes or calamities of life had threatened to shake me. But now, because you’re near me, peace still sings in my soul. And I know each broken area is the lesson that teaches me to wait in expectation for something new, something better, something richer and something worthy of your praise. In Jesus’s name, amen.

  • What has failed in your life lately?
  • Where do you find the lesson?
  • How will you allow God to turn it to good?
  • Which of your problems can be turned to a blessing for you?

Janet

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Did you know I wrote a book filled with words of encouragement, uplifting thoughts and illustrations of real-life triumph to empower you? Its title, Trials of Today, Treasures for Tomorrow: Overcoming Adversities in Life. You can get it HERE.

CLICK HERE for a one-minute inspirational video.

Looking for a speaker for your upcoming event? A great speaker makes the difference between a so-so event and one that shines with impact. I invite you to view one of my two-minute videos HERE.

Please share: Feel free to share Janet’s posts with your friends.

Janet Eckles Perez

Some say she should be the last person to be dancing. Her life is summarized in this 3-minute video: http://bit.ly/1a8wGJR

Janet Perez Eckles’ story of triumph is marked by her work as an international speaker, #1 best-selling author, radio host, personal success coach and master interpreter. Although blind since 31, her passion is to help you see the best of life.

www.janetperezeckles.com

It Can’t be August

1 Aug

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Can you believe it is Thursday already? This week is flying. Over the weekend I went down the rabbit hole of ancestry research. Sunday night, Ancestry.com and its enticing green leaf tips kept me enthralled until after 3 am. I couldn’t seem to stop clicking just one more hint. Of course, once I decided to step away from the computer, it took me an hour to fall asleep.

Ancestry green leaf for tips.

My husband and I had been talking about driving through the Great Smoky Mountain National Park and into Pigeon Forge, Tennessee to do some shopping. Monday morning, after 4 hours of sleep, I checked the week’s weather forecast and Monday was the only day with no prediction of rain. Sigh…Coffee to the rescue!

The weather was beautiful, sunny with a light cool breeze and we enjoyed the drive, taking advantage of the time to work on finishing the latest Baldacci audio book.

By the time we drove through Cherokee, NC and passed Newfound Gap on the North Carolina/Tennessee border, we were ready for lunch at one of our favorite picnic areas, Chimney Top. Stopping for a relaxing picnic is probably my favorite part of the drive.

Who says you can’t eat Keto on a picnic?

The restrooms are modern but housed in beautiful rustic stone buildings.

Recently videos have made the rounds of tourist getting too close to animals in the National Parks. One set of parents even ran and left their child to be tossed by a bison. There are signs everywhere warning people to keep their distance. This sign was on the inside door of the toilet stall. Unless one is blind, you can’t miss them.

Our first stop in Pigeon Forge was the Corning Revere Clearance center. It is one of my favorite stores. I love bargains and yes, I have a thing for kitchen stuff, think SnapWare. To my utter dismay, the store was empty..closed..gone. We even drove around to the front of the store, hoping for a “we’ve moved” sign. I pulled out my phone to find the location of the two other stores in the area, but the internet wasn’t loading so I moved to plan B. I would ask at a clothing shop in the same shopping center, it was the second store on my list.

In the clothing store the sales lady asked if I needed help and I asked if she knew where the Corning store had moved. The store didn’t move, it was closed along with every store in all 50 states! The company moved all of their business online. I fear this is going to be a snowballing trend in retail.

I found a bargain on a pair of jeans in the clothing store and then we moved on to my husband’s shopping spots-three discount tool stores, a camping outlet and his all time favorite, Smoky Mountain Knife Works. This place is huge! I didn’t take a picture as one would not do it justice. Here is a fun, short video from You Tube.

After all the shopping we began to think about supper. Pigeon Forge is pure tourist and loaded with restaurants but my taste buds had been salivating since we passed a Publix supermarket on the way to the knife store. Publix makes the best fried chicken. I went inside to buy a box while my husband set us up at a bistro table outside. We had everything needed except forks, but who needs forks for fried chicken?

After supper it was time to head back over the mountains. We were hoping the elk that hang out in the evening near the visitor information center at Oconaluftee would be near the road. They were reintroduced into the park several years ago and it has been successful. Often there are quite a few, but this time only 4 or 5. I took several shots of them. Photo bomb warning…..

By the time we arrived home, both of us were tired, but happy tired. Tuesday sped by after I got a sleepy, late start. Wednesday we met friends for breakfast and then I opened my computer and logged on to Ancestory and the rest is history! Pun intended. I’m now trying to figure out how my ancestors went from being part of King Henry VIII’s court to tenant farmers in North Carolina!

I'm a winnerAfter my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience.  Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites,  Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix

In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general  “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books  where we frequently host the best in up and coming authors.

My 2019 goal is to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media. You can visit Real Life Books and Media You Tube Channel if you would like to view some of the mini-videos I have created for our church, Gateway Community in Titusville, Fl.

Happy Place

30 Jul

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

When I was creating a graphic for my Monday church post I decided to use a beach theme. A lot of my extended family claim the beach as their happy place.

Today I listened to an author speaking about the power of fear. He said “don’t put your faith in fear.” I find myself doing that, facing a problem and my mind races ahead to the possible negative outcomes. I don’t have to do that. Hebrews 6:1 says:

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain.

Today I choose hope.

While I enjoy the beach, my happy place is wherever I am surrounded by mountains. Where is your happy place?

Parable of the Lost Book

29 Jul

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Last week I asked my church’s librarian, Linda, if she could lend me a book for my neighbor, Sally, * who has to stay home most of the time as the primary caregiver for her husband. Ted* Sally and I both love to read, especially novels, especially good Christian Novels. We pretty well know each other’s tastes because we have been exchanging book ideas since Sally retired from being a nurse twenty years ago. We sometimes like the same novels, sometimes not. I knew she would be faithful to return the book, but vowed if anything untoward were to happen I would pay for it myself.

Picture by Linda Stuck Indian River City United Method Church library

The next time we met out in front of Sally’s house she had a couple of books to return to me, but not the one from the church library. I asked about it and she said she had returned it. How could that be? She had never been to my church library. 

I questioned her gently and she suddenly put her hand to her mouth. “Oh no, it came from your church library?”

“Yes, I said, but I can surely get it back. 

“Oh no,” she said again, this is awful!” But I was ready to pay and only sorry that I had caused this dismay. My dear neighbor and I take books seriously. 

The next day I went to the church library to get the name of the book. A career long research librarian is one of the helpers and she assured me that the public library would take very good care of the book and see that it came back to us. “Lost books have great priority among librarians.”

Titusville Public Library

I was glad they took it so seriously. Not everyone understands the value of novels. 

“So what is the name of it?” I asked Linda. She turned to her desk to check the computer, but she had to move a stack of books off the desk to get to it. 

She picked up the first one and gave it a quizzical look. “It’s this one she said. “It has been returned.”

“How did it get here?” her assistant asked. 

It was in the box outside when I came in,” said Linda. 

The lost book was found. It had taken only one book to cause a hullabaloo among those who really care. Kind of reminds you of the parable of the lost lamb, doesn’t it? We rejoiced, as did Sally when I told her the news.

This morning I went by the public library to tell one of our favorite desk people, (Linda also) what had happened and to thank her for getting it back to us. 

“We get books from church libraries and school libraries. For most of the misplaced ones we have a patron who will return them to her school or church. It’s a huge help. By the way, do you go to that church?” 

“Yes,”

“How would you feel about returning any books we happen to get from there?” 

I danced a jig inside and smiled at her happy to be asked. And that’s how I became a courier. I love the job already and I have yet to take a single book back. It’s the thought that counts. 

Like the lost lamb in Luke 15:4-7, Jesus is always looking after us to see that we get back where we belong. 

*Names changed

Author, Poet and Artist

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

Artwork

28 Jul

Sunday Memories

Judy Wills

I don’t have much “taste” when it comes to artwork.  I suppose I don’t have an “eye” for quality artwork, but, as the saying goes:  I know what I like, and what I don’t like.

Consequently, Fred and I have gathered artwork for our house throughout our married life that we like and enjoy.  It might not be what a lot of people would call quality, but it suits us and we are pleased with it.

I remember once, when Fred and I and our girls went to Washington D.C. for a visit. One of the places we visited was the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, as part of the Smithsonion Museums. As we walked through the museum, I was appalled at some of the paintings we saw there.  With respect to those who appreciate that type of art – my thought was that some of those artists had to be on some kind of hallucinating drug to see life that way.  Bizarre! After spending quite a few hours there, we all decided that we would not include that museum in our touring of D.C. again.  

When Fred and I (and Karen as a baby) lived in Wiesbaden, Germany, many starving artists would come around the American housing and attempt to sell their wares.  One came to our door once.  The artist had quite a few of her paintings – all the same theme but in different color tones.  I really liked the one she had in blue tones.  But her price was way out of our budget.  We kept telling her, we were very sorry but we just couldn’t afford that painting.  She kept lowering her price.  We kept resisting.  She finally, in desperation, gave us her final price – one that we really could afford. And so we purchased the painting from her.  It still hangs in our house, and we enjoy it.

While not really “artwork” per se, there is another one we have hanging that we enjoy.  It took me many years to get framed and hung, but we like it.  We had visited the Gutenberg Museum while in Germany, and I had purchased this copy of a page of the Gutenberg Bible.  I had it framed and hung in Fred’s office at the church here in Orlando.  It now hangs in our guest bedroom.

Another type of “artwork” is a cross stitch work that a friend of ours in Virginia did for us.  I had seen her do one for a friend in our church who was moving, and asked her to do one for us, which she did.  She was very talented with this – something I can’t do – and so I think of her every time I see it, or dust the frame.  She’s gone home to be with the Lord now, so it is very special to me.

When our Aunt Jessie died, and we were going through her things to see what we each would like to have of hers, we came upon an Oriental “scroll” that was just beautiful.  Much as I thought I would like to have it, I had no idea what I would do with it, or where I would hang in on a wall.  Fortunately, my brother, Bill, said he would like it.  He took it, had it framed, and it is hanging in the entryway of their house. It is stunning.  I’m so glad he took it – it’s exactly in the right place. And it is, indeed, artwork.

Thanks to DiVoran Lites

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

How our problems turn into blessings

27 Jul

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged July 27, 2019

The Terminix rep sat at my kitchen table. “I have good news and not so good news,” he said.

Gulp. I braced myself. I called him because I had some bites that could be from those pesky insects. And since I travel often, they could have hitched a ride in my suitcase.

“Good news,” he said, “you don’t have bed bugs. But not so good news is we inspected and you have no protection against termites.”

Yikes! Forget the bed bugs, termites that could eat up my house is a bigger problem and a greater threat. I signed up for their plan faster than you can say bugs.

Isn’t that like life? We drown in tears because of an ugly situation, painful and unexpected. But God is in the background using that very situation to work something beautiful. He’s using it as a path to bring about greater changes and before you know it, that problem was a blessing in disguise.

Five Ways

Here are five ways God might be crafting that transformation:

God has answers that are eternal.

Difficult circumstances demand solutions that are temporary, but God has the answers that are eternal. “For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal” (2 Cor. 4:17-18).

Each problem is a blessing when we look for the lesson. When we hear His message. When we appreciate the change. And when we believe that, in Christ there is no problem without a purpose. No sorrow without His comfort, no setback without a solution and no tragedy without His triumph.

Let’s Pray

Father, thank You for your patience with me. Thank You for showing me to look beyond the circumstance and see Your mighty hand at work to bring greater things. In Jesus’ name, amen.

Which of your problems can be turned to a blessing for you?

Janet

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Did you know I wrote a book filled with words of encouragement, uplifting thoughts and illustrations of real-life triumph to empower you? Its title, Trials of Today, Treasures for Tomorrow: Overcoming Adversities in Life. You can get it HERE.

CLICK HERE for a one-minute inspirational video.

Looking for a speaker for your upcoming event? A great speaker makes the difference between a so-so event and one that shines with impact. I invite you to view one of my two-minute videos HERE.

Please share: Feel free to share Janet’s posts with your friends.

Janet Eckles Perez

Some say she should be the last person to be dancing. Her life is summarized in this 3-minute video: http://bit.ly/1a8wGJR

Janet Perez Eckles’ story of triumph is marked by her work as an international speaker, #1 best-selling author, radio host, personal success coach and master interpreter. Although blind since 31, her passion is to help you see the best of life.

www.janetperezeckles.com

Enjoying the Cool

26 Jul

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

After Tuesday’s rain storms passed through the remaining days of the week were glorious. I decided to abandon my computer and chores and simply enjoy. I have a teak lounger on the back porch and I spent chunks of time soaking up the cool breezes, watching the crazy hummingbirds and reading another of the Irish doctor books.

 Thursday we went on a picnic with friends at a campground/picnic area called Standing Indian. It is around a mile high in elevation and the cooler air was refreshing.

Whether traveling with an RV or tent, Standing Indian Campground is a prime place to stop for a night or spend several days in the picturesque Nantahala National Forest. The campground’s many amenities provide a comfortable home base for exploring this fun and historic section of the forest. Standing Indian is located within a 20-minute drive of Franklin, North Carolina

Reserve America

We had an entire pavilion to ourselves and plenty of time to burn the hotdogs just the way we like them!

This morning one of the Methodist churches had their annual mega rummage sale. I enjoyed looking at all of the items and I usually find something I can’t live without in the kitchen section. Over the winter, I found a bag on wheels at a thrift store and I grabbed it to have for this sale. Other shoppers were envious. I definitely found items I couldn’t live without!

I was hoping to score some Snap Ware, my new kitchen obsession, but didn’t. I did get several Tupperware pieces and the most I paid was $2.00 for a Tupperware butter dish. Does anyone remember having one of those? I think my favorite find is a glass pitcher like my mom had during the 1980s. I have seen them in antique stores for $15.00. I only paid $2.00!

Just because I thought it was pretty, I bought this cute dish for my daughter. She loves butterfly art and jewelry and the colors are perfect for her kitchen.

I have to give kudos to this church and their ability to organize and hold a sale. They begin in February, collecting items. Then each item is cleaned and where appropriate, checked to to be sure that it is in working condition. The sale spreads over all of the buildings at the fairgrounds and they have volunteers directing parking. Once inside, items are displayed almost in a booth like setting complete with volunteers who answer questions, bag up your choices and take the money. They even have their novels sorted by author! I was impressed.

I am thankful for the cooler temps. I know the heat will return but I will have these memories to savor as the warmer temps return. Besides it is only a little over 50 days until Fall!

Shine!

23 Jul

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

People around us are angry, dare I say, even a bit crazy. Some days it seems that even the alligators are upset.

Photo credit Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from PixabayPhoto credit

Philippians 2:15 encourages us to choose to be blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation so that we will shine like the stars of the universe. So friends, let’s shine!

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