Wednesday, March 16, 2016

My Easter Story

"God's Not Dead, He is Alive". . . 
      is a song that little John loved to sing when he was about three  years old.  We loved singing it with him and also singing other songs and watching him play, especially with Thomas, the train.  But then our house became very quiet and lonely when we were unable to see our precious great grandson for almost a y ear.  During this time I had the following dream:
      Little John came to our house!  Everything was just as before as we played with him and loved him.  It was such a special time and when he and his mother, Angela, started to leave, I said, "John, let me sing you a song before you go."  I began to sing, "He is alive". . . he smiled, eyes just shining and tilting his head back slightly, he began to sing it back to me, "God's not dead, He is alive. . . "
        When I awoke my heart was flooded with joy and then I realized it was Easter Sunday!  I considered it a gift from God to let me "see" John on this very special day.

"God's not dead (oh, no!)
He's still alive God's not dead (Oh, no!)
I can feel Him in my hands (clap, clap, clap)
Feel Him in my feet (stomp, stomp, stomp)
Feel Him in my heart (dum, dum, dum)
Feel Him in my soul (whoo)
I can feel Him all over me."  

   ( Easter Sunday April 23, 2000)

  Have a Happy and blessed Easter.   Rejoice in the love and goodness of God and the provision made for eternal life.

Monday, June 22, 2015


                             (this was written March 1st,( 2008 or 09 I think)
                                                        Found it in my drafts. . so here it is!)

 In the above picture, my husband, Curt, and I are picking persimmons in the back yard of a friend whose trees were loaded. We were having a great time filling a sack that had been given to us. I thought I liked persimmons but when I got home I realized that I didn't care for them at all. Curt didn't care for them either.  Of course I wrote a nice note to our friends thanking them for the lovely fruit without going into great detail.

I'm sure there is a good moral to this story and I'm working on that! If you think of something, let me know!

Saturday, May 10, 2014

My Mother

The following was written in 1996 for a Mother's Day tribute at First Church of the Nazarene in Pasadena, TX.

"Her children arise and call her blessed; Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all:  Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting:  but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
                                                                                                                                 Proverbs 30:28,29

      The outstanding trait of my mother through the years has been her Godly character.  To me, she has been the ideal of mothers even though her own mother passed away when she was between the ages of three and four.  She lived in different homes of various relatives and was unable to attend school much of the time.  As a young teenager she prayed that if God would make it possible for her to go to school she would live for Him.  Soon after that she found herself in the orphanage at Penile,TX.  Here she was able to continue her education and at the Penile Nazarene Church heard some of the most outstanding preachers in our denomination.

      Memories are like a kaleidoscope - bits and pieces continue to turn, bringing images to my mind.  What should I share?  Let me start with a early memory.  As a very young child I remember hearing my brother in the bedroom crying.  I went to the door - frightened - I saw mother and my brother kneeling by the bed.  Mother looked at me - smiled and speaking softly, explained to me that everything was alright and that my brother was asking for the Lord's forgiveness.  I ran to kneel beside them, my young heart also gripped with conviction yet not fully understanding.  Our home was conducive for prayer and learning about God.

Our house was never a "show-place" yet it was a comfortable home where many friends came to visit and some even to live for periods of time.  Mother gave me great liberty in our house.  I can remember how she would allow me to take cans out of the kitchen cabinet, tie strings around the chairs and table in the dining room and play "Store."

     My parents were teen sponsors at our church.  Mother had a keen wit and a creative mind.  At one of the banquets held in our home, there were more teens than mother expected.  Fearful of not having enough food she quickly devised a game:  A big pot of spaghetti was soon boiling on the stove and each teen was given a full bowl of plain spaghetti.  The object - first one to empty their bowl was declared the winner.  It was great fun for the teens and they never suspected the motive!  Needless to say, there was plenty of food!

      Mother was multi-talented.  She had a beautiful voice, which she used for God's glory through the years.  She taught the Women's Bible Class at Port Arthur First Nazarene church for over twenty-five years.  After I married and would come home to visit I would attend mother's class.  She was a gifted and an anointed teacher.

      I was raised in an extremely sheltered home and after I was grown and had left this protected environment I became somewhat shaky in the larger world I had  entered and began to question everything.  And in some respects became disappointed and disillusioned to the greater exposure to life.  But there was an image that would come to my mind that held me steady.  It was remembering my mother's face after being at  her place of prayer.  I had no doubt that she had been in the presence of God because His glory was on her face.  I have never, ever got away from the memory of that radiance and beauty on her countenance.

      My dad was a business man - so big - so strong - and my mother leaned on his strength and we all understood his authority.  Dad made all the major decisions in our home and was a hard worker and good provider for his family.  But when my dad was in  his late forties because of illness  was unable to work. My mother knew very little about his assets, his trucking business, employees, etc.  Now, here she was, in charge of everything.  She stood only 5' 2" in stature and probably felt even smaller in the face of such gigantic adversity, but she placed her faith in a big God!  During this dark time, I remember how mother stood up at church  and testified of the sweetness of God's presence and how the most beautiful flowers grow not on the mountain tops but in the valley.

      My dad's hospital bills mounted into the thousands of dollars but God blessed the trucking business and mother said it seemed like, during this time, the money "just poured in"  Every bill was paid and God provided far beyond and over the needs.

       How wonderfully God equipped mother in her faithful and loving care of my dad.  A few  hours before his death, mother stood by his bed and read Psalm 121.  I felt I was on "holy ground" in the hospital room that day.  Another chapter was completed in my mother's life.

      Mother went to be with Jesus on Oct 6, 1996..
     On this Mother's Day I give thanks for being raised by a Godly mother who held the light steady. 

O may all who come behind us find us faithful,
May the fire of our devotion light their way.
May the footprints that we leave, Lead them to believe,
And the lives we live inspire them to obey.
O may all who come behind us find us faithful.
John Mohr.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Christmas 2013

I have not blogged for several years and it all seems strange and unreal.  Not sure why I am writing now. . . . but perhaps there is a reason . . . a bigger picture than I can see.

In the above picture I am placing an ornament that my mother gave me many years ago.  My mother passed away in 1996 so it has been over seventeen years that she placed the little ornament in my hand.  As she handed it to me she said, "Now when I am gone I want you to put this on the tree and think of  me."  Each year this special ornament is placed on the tree with love as memories fill my heart and mind of those years she was here.

In the years since my last post I have lost several dear friends. . . have watched others develop health problems and I too am becoming more fragile.  I will be eighty-three in September and that places me in the winter season of life. . . but the next season is Spring. . . new life!  What will it be like?  I, of course, do not have the answer but I know that the God that created me has a plan for me and for each of us.  I can trust His plan to be perfect and beautiful.

Perhaps no one will see this post . . . and if I am the only one, I want it to be a reminder that yesterday is past. . . I cannot bring back one day, one hour or even on moment.  I cannot see tomorrow but I pray that God will help me to see. . . really see the beauty that is all around me today and  regardless of circumstances  not to waste precious hours with worry, or "what ifs" or other negative thinking.  I want to start each day with Psalms 118:24 
"This is the day that the Lord has made.  I will rejoice and be glad in it."

                                                            MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Press On

Today is my daughter, Darlene's birthday and I dedicate this song, "Press On" in memory of her.

Darlene, my beautiful rose, I can see you in my mind as you listened to this song over and over the last few weeks of your life. You climbed all the mountains and walked through all the deep valley's and pressed on to the prize. How beautiful heaven must be! And, oh, to have Jesus welcome you. . . I can't even imagine!

I still have mountains to climb and valley's to walk. . . my body is so weary but I intend to "Press On" until that last step is taken and then we can walk together where there will be no more sadness, pain, disappointments or "good-bye's.

I love you. . . mother

Thursday, October 2, 2008

The Upper Window

"A window shalt thou make to the ark, and in a cubit shalt thou finish it above." Genesis 6:16

When God spoke unto Noah, and told him to build the ark,
The Lord knew well the vessel would cheerless be and dark,
So God said, "Build a window, with outlook toward the sky,
That when it's dark and lonesome, you'll see Me standing by.

"The storms will come, but fear not, oh, children, I am nigh,
And through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by.

"It may be that affliction will rack and rend your frame,
Until your mortal body is seared with fevered flame;
But do not be discouraged, just lift your tear-dimmed eye,
And through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by.

"Perhaps you'll suffer losses, like houses, land, and gold,
And you will feel you're homeless, and penniless, and old;
But sweetest peace and comfort will lift your painful sigh,
When through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by.

It may be that bereavement will take a loved one dear,
A soul that brought you gladness, real happiness and cheer;
But it will cheer your sad heart, when loved ones from you fly,
When through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by.

"The storms will come, but fear not, oh, children, I am nigh,
And through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by."
Words by John Bieri

Our nation is in perilous times with storm clouds gathering all around But the same God that said to Noah, "Come thou and all thy house into the ark. . ." speaks to us in the present generation. He will keep us in His love and watchful care as we place our trust in Him.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

The Adventures of John

On January 17, 1995, my husband Curtis and I found out that we were going to be great-grandparents. Our only granddaughter, Angela was expecting a baby! On this same day I received a card that had a picture of a bird nest with three tiny eggs. Below was the caption, "Expect a Miracle." I claimed that message for this child, not knowing if it was a boy or girl. I wrote down the following prayer soon after.

May this baby have
A heart for God
A mind for God
Ears to hear His voice
Eyes to see His beauty
Hands and feet to obey His will.

September 14, 1995, a baby boy was born and now this baby had a face, a personality and a name! John not only had his mommy and daddy at the hospital, but two grandmothers, a great grandmother and a great, great grandmother, two grandfathers and a great grandfather to welcome him. The nurse at the hospital took note of the five generations standing there and asked if we would like our picture taken together.

One of the nurses bundled up little John and brought him out of the nursery and placed him in the arms of his great, great grandmother. What a beautiful scene. He will not remember the day that he was cradled in her arms, as she looked at him with such tenderness but the generations of Godly heritage will follow him all the days of his life.

The first time that Angela brought John to our house she came in the door holding her baby close and said, "Maw Maw you will have to wash your hands before you hold him." I had just taken a shower but never-the-less I washed my hands.

When John was two weeks old he was dedicated to the Lord at the First Methodist Church. The pastor took John in his arms and then went up and down the aisles so everyone could see this beautiful baby. Pictures were taken and two families merged together to share the happiness of this wonderful occasion.

Between the ages of two and four we kept little John while his mother worked. Keeping a daily journal I read to John some of the cute things that he had done or said. He listened very attentively and when I finished, he looked at me and said, "Are you reading about the adventures of John?" So that is the reason for the title of this post.

I am sharing with you some of the things that John said. . . this little boy that captured our hearts and touched our lives in a profound way. My goal is that what I have written will not only bring a smile to your face but will encourage parents or grandparents to write down the unique things that their children or grandchildren do and say. Every child is a special gift from God.

"For you created my inmost being,
You knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise You because I am fearfully
And wonderfully made;
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
When I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the
Depths of the earth,
Your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
Before one of them came to be."
Psalm 139:13-16

The entries that I am sharing were written during the year of 1998.

Apr 4 (Sat)
Curtis told John he was going to let him pick out some flowers to plant. John said that he wanted orange flowers. When we got to Builders Square, it didn't take him long to discover the rack of orange marigolds.

We came home and went to the back yard to began planting. Curtis got a shovel and told John that he had to make a bed for the flowers. John repeated, "Make a bed for the flowers?"

Curtis gave John a tool to "help" loosen the dirt. Finally the bed was all ready and Curtis began to plant the little orange marigolds. As Curt placed the flowers in the ground, John said, "Is the flowers going nite-nite?"

This afternoon we watched figure skating. When a skater would fall, John would run to the T.V. to give the skater a kiss and one time he put his little arms around the T.V. to give the fallen skater a hug.

Apr 9 (Thu)
John was holding a little stuffed rabbit - sitting in the familiar green rocker, and singing, "Jesus Loves Me."
Apr 10 (Fri)
To the tune of "Baa Baa Black Sheep" John was replacing the words with "gahh-gahh" all the way through the song. Then he wrinkled his nose and asked, 'What's a gahh-gahh?" followed with much laughter.

May 9 (Sat)
This morning John was playing with his train, as he does every day. The engine fell off the track and John said, "Engine had a wreck - fell in the water." He then picked up the engine, cradled it in his arms and began to sing, "Jesus Loves Me" as he gently rocked back and forth.

This afternoon Curtis and I took John to the library. It was gratifying to observe him playing with the blocks, etc. and watching his interaction with other children. A little girl about his age was a few feet away as both of them were playing and he looked at her and gave the sweetest little smile. One of those special moments I would have loved to had a camera but I will take a picture in my mind and heart.

May 10 (Sun)
Five of our family members ate at Steak & Ale. After we were seated and sitting around the table, John slammed both of his hands on the table and said, "Watcha doing, everybody?"

Of course we laughed and he repeated it. What a charmer he is!

May 14 (Thu)
Curtis drove by an auto repair shop and I told John that the car was making a funny noise. He repeated, "It's making a funny noise?" Then with laughter and a big smile, he said, "Silly car!"

When the repairman came to the car with grease on both hands. John was sitting in the back seat and looking right at the repairman, he said, "He needs to wash his hands!"

Jun 1 (Mon)
John and I were in the car and as I was driving began to sing, "If you're happy and you know it. . John stopped me with, "No, mommy sings that."

So I began to sing, "You are my sunshine. . "

"No, that's mommy's song."

I said, "What do you want me to sing?" He answered, 'Little Birdie in the Tree." So I sung "Little Birdie in the Tree" and then started singing, "Oh, where, oh where has my little dog gone." Immediately John said, "No, that's what Me Maw sings."

I then sung, "How Much is that doggie in the Window" and then "Jesus Loves Me." I knew those two would pass.
John was playing and putting something together and I said, You are so smart! He continued his project and without looking up said, "Thank you!"

Jun 18 (Thu)
John attended a day care part time, and when I went to pick him up he had one shoe on. His teacher said, "Let me put your other shoe on." He said, "No! No! It's not a shoe, it's a sandal!

I told his teacher that we were going to the zoo and as we were walking out he said, "I'm going to see the animals." And he looked so happy. As we walked along he said, "Bye-bye desk, bye-bye-door, etc."

At the Zoo, John picked out the stroller he wanted to ride in. We first looked at the fish, which was in an air-conditioned building. John wanted to look at every aquarium. He would get out of the stroller and stand as close to the glass as he could get. In one of the aquariums was a large turtle resting at the bottom - the turtle began making its way to the top and when John saw this, he laughed with delight and said, "Silly turtle!"

Next we looked at birds and at every cage, John would stand up to look. Every bird that he didn't recognize, he would say, "What's it called?"

Jul 15 (Wed)
It is touching to see how John perceives the things that Curtis can do. When picking him up at the day care, some wood rafters had been placed on the cement steps coming out from the front door. When John saw them, he said, "Look what Paw Paw did!"

John was getting ready to go out of town with his grandmother, Darlene and his mommy. Just before leaving, Curtis said, "Let's have a word of prayer before you go." We gathered around in the family room but John was anxious to get on the road. As Curtis started to pray, John said, "No way, Hosea! I don't want to pray with my eyes closed!"

Sep 28 (Mon)
I gave John some rice that had bits of carrot and peas in it. He said he didn't like the rice because it had "stuff" in it. He said, "That's for bigger boys."

Sep 29 (Tue)
John has reached the age of "pretend." Today he pretended that he was the Thomas engine and I was the James engine. Going up the stairs was going up a hill. After we got upstairs, he looked around and said, "I like your room, James."

It is such fun to watch him playing with his trains. He talks for them, using two voices. One voice is high pitched and the other one very low. Sometimes he will run through the house, as he pretends he is going up hills, mountains, tunnels, and says things like, "I'm taking toys to the
boys and girls over the mountain.

Nov 11 (Wed)
I was writing and John asked, "Whatcha doing?" I answered, "I'm writing down stuff." He said, "Why don't you write up?"
John was standing on a stool in the kitchen, where I was working, and I told him that Jesus loved him and had a plan for his life. He said, "I want to be an engine. I want Jesus to come here and He will say, "Wow! Engines are nice!"

He plays "engine" all through the house - chug, chug, with his right arm going up and down while he rolls his eyes like Thomas.

Dec 16 (Wed)
We have the Christmas decorations up and John stops to look at the manger scene and enjoys my reciting scripture while he looks at the different figures on display. I recited, "And he shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a manger." He looked at me and asked, "Babe, the talking pig?"

This was a reminder to me that John is at the age that the secular and spiritual have no distinct difference and how important training is. I breathed a prayer, Heavenly Father, the hours that little John is in our home, may we instill Godly principles by example. . . day by day, by day.
John is now a teenager. . . starting another chapter in his young life. May it's pages be filled with beautiful things and most of all, I pray that he will walk the pathway that God designed for him. . . even before he was born!

John, may you always be "the sweetest boy in the whole wide world!"

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Finding Peace on the Journey

by Catherine Marshall

My friend Marge had an experience aboard a plane bound for Cleveland, waiting for takeoff. As she settled into her seat, Marge noticed a strange phenomenon. On one side of the airplane a sunset suffused the entire sky with glorious color. But out of the window next to her seat, all Marge could see was a sky dark and threatening, with no sign of the sunset.

As the plane's engines began to roar, a gentle voice spoke within her:

You have noticed the windows, He murmured beneath the roar and the thrust of takeoff. Your life, too, will contain some happy, beautiful times, but also some dark shadows. Here's a lesson I want to teach you to save you much heartache and allow you to abide in me with continual peace and joy.

You see, it doesn't matter which window you look through; this plane is still going to Cleveland. So it is in your life. You have a choice. You can dwell on the gloomy picture. Or you can focus on the bright things and leave the dark, ominous situations to Me. I alone can handle them anyway. And the final destination is not influenced by what you see or feel along the way.

Learn this, act on it and you will be released, able to experience the peace that passes understanding.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
No king is saved by the size of his army;
No warrior escapes by his great strength.
A horse is a vain hope for deliverance; despite all its great strength it cannot save.
But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in His unfailing love, to deliver them from death and keep them alive in famine.
Portions of scripture from Psalm 33

The Lord God is the Hope for our nation. . . our only Hope!

If we are not governed by God, then we will be ruled by tyrants.
William Penn

First Prayer in Congress

"Lord our Heavenly father, High and Mighty King of kings, and Lord of lords,
who dost from thy throne behold all the dwellers on earth and reignest with power supreme and uncontrolled over the Kingdoms, Empires and Governments; look down in mercy, we beseech thee, on these our American States, who have fled to thee from the rod of the oppressor and thrown themselves on Thy gracious protection, desiring to be henceforth dependent on Thee, to Thee have they appealed for the righteousness of their cause; to Thee do they now look up for that countenance and support, which Thou alone canst give; take them, therefore, Heavenly Father, under Thy nurturing care: give them wisdom in Council and valor in the field; defeat the malicious designs of our cruel adversaries; convince them of the unrighteousness of their Cause and if they persist in their sanguinary purposes, of own unerring justice, sounding in their hearts, constrain them to drop the weapons of war from their unnerved hands in the day of battle! Be Thou present, O God of wisdom, and direct the councils of this honorable assembly; enable them to settle things on the best and surest foundation. That the scene of blood may be speedily closed; that order, harmony and peace may be effectually restored, and truth and justice, religion and piety, prevail and flourish amongst Thy people. Preserve the health of their bodies and vigor of their minds; shower down on them and the millions they here represent, such temporal blessings as Thou seest expedient for them in this world and crown them with everlasting glory in the world to come. All this we ask in the Name and through the merits of Jesus Christ, Thy Son and our Savior.


September 7, 1774 by Jacob Duche

Monday, August 25, 2008

A Perfect Rose

A lovely poem had come in the mail written by a friend in memory of my daughter, Darlene. But the thing that really caught my eye was the beautiful rosebud and stem that went the entire length of the paper. As I looked at the rose I felt a healing in my heart and an answer to a prayer made beside Darlene's bed when she was in the hospital.

My mind did a quick replay of several scenes. The first was the day I was talking to my sister-in-law about childhood hurts as we sat on the deck in my back yard. I told her that when Darlene was born it was like God placed a beautiful and perfect rosebud in my hand to care for and watch develop into a full blossoming flower. As the years went by I became over zealous and began to pull at the petals to help form the rose. But rather than being of help I felt I had marred the beauty of the rose as I looked at the falling petals. And realizing too late that only God can make a rose.

The next scene that came to mind was when I was holding Darlene's hand as I sat by her bed in the hospital. I felt such a closeness to her and as I continued to rub and pat her hand, she looked at me and said, "Mother, God told me a couple of days ago that this was for the healing of my childhood hurts." I expressed to her how glad I was and then in silence, I prayed that God would also heal my broken heart of the hurt and guilt in everything where I had been unwise and had brought pain to her.

As I continued to look at the rose, a scripture came into my mind. "Behold I make all things new." There were no missing petals. They had all been restored. The rose that had been entrusted to me was returned to God, perfect and complete.

My beautiful rose, Darlene, was placed in her Father's hand, August 22, 2004.
I would like to add that after the stormy teenage years, some of the wrong choices Darlene made worked later to her advantage in understanding and helping other young people who made unwise choices. She implemented a Young Mother's Program, Clinic and Daycare at a charter high school where she worked as an RN.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

(from Google file)

Praise The Lord

Praise the Lord.

Praise God in His sanctuary;

Praise Him in His mighty heavens.

Praise Him for His acts of power;

Praise Him for His surpassing greatness.

Praise Him with the sounding of the trumpet,

Praise Him with the harp and lyre,

Praise Him with tambourine and dancing.

Praise Him with the strings and flute,

Praise Him with the clash of cymbals.

Praise Him with resounding cymbals.

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

Psalm 150

Monday, August 18, 2008

Praise Him!

I was visiting with a dear friend as she shared some of the desperation and grief that she was experiencing and said she felt it almost more than she could bear. I listened, feeling so helpless to do anything, although the thought came to my mind, "Praise Him!"

There are times when our lives are overwhelmed with problems, heartache and depression. But I know from experience that to offer God a sacrifice of praise can release His power to work in our lives in a miraculous way. Offer Him a sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving even when you don't feel like praising God. . . especially when you don't feel like it!

When my oldest child was about sixteen or seventeen she became rebellious and was living a sinful lifestyle. My heart was breaking. Waves of grief would come in like the tide and I felt I would drown. I would go into my bedroom, get on my knees and open the Bible to the Psalms. I "prayed" Psalms of praise until the awful darkness lifted and I could feel God's peace and hope in my hurting heart.

When my son was killed in a car accident, I was almost numb with shock when I heard the words, "He's gone." I left the hospital waiting room and went outside, lifted my head to the sky, and began to praise God. If anyone had been watching, they would have probably thought I had lost my mind, to be praising God moments after hearing the news about my son. But the scripture says, "In all things give thanks" and that is exactly what I did! I began to praise and thank God. His power was released and a calmness took over my spirit that I can't explain. I was able to give comfort to others. I remember one of the friends of my son was almost hysterical and I put my arms around her and tried to calm her. I was in grief but I had peace, that wonderful peace that God gives in the storm. He is faithful!
But we have to look up. If we look down we will see nothing but darkness and despair. When we look up we see the stars shining in the darkness. These stars, to me, represent the beautiful, unfailing, promises of God. I praise Him for His faithfulness. . . today and every day!

Of Praise
The Precious
Power Of Praise!
Praise = honours God!
Praise = brings deliverance!
Praise = is the voice of faith!
Praise = is the language of Heaven!
Praise = sets the stage for God to move!
Praise = releases God's Angels to minister!
Praise = fuels joy which is our strength!
Praise = knocks down the walls of resistance!
Praise = stills the enemy and the avenger!
Praise = dispels darkness and depression!
Praise = precedes not follows blessings!
Praise = moves God's many blessings down!
Praise = brings God onto the scene!
Praise = is total acceptance of God's word!
After writing this post, I did not want to leave the wrong impression. There are certainly times that I have depression and the clouds hover over and I just have to wait for the sun to shine again. I was writing primarily about those things that come into our life that just overwhelm us in their severity.
Here is a song of praise that I love!
When you're up against a struggle
That shatters all your dreams
And your hope's been cruelly crushed
By Satan's manifested scheme
And you feel the urge within you
To submit to earthly fears
Don't let the faith your standing in seem to disappear
Praise the Lord, He can work through those who praise Him
Praise the Lord for our God inhabits praise
Praise the Lord for the chains that seem to bind you
Serve only to remind you that they
Drop powerless behind you when you praise Him
Now Satan is a liar and he wants to make us think
That we are paupers when he knows himself we're children
of the King
Lift up the mighty shield of faith for the battle has been won
We know that Jesus Christ is risen so the work's already done
Praise the Lord, He can work through those who praise Him
Praise the Lord for our God inhabits praise
Praise the Lord for the chains that seem to bind you
Serve only to remind you that they
Drop powerless behind you when you praise Him
author unknown

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Thank You for New Beginnings!
Thank you for your love that endures forever.
Thank you for making me clean.
May I hear your voice throughout the day and say,
"Yes, Lord, to your will and your way."
As I look to the sky,
I see the beauty of the sun reflecting on the clouds.
A New Day!
Thank You!
This prayer was written at dawn. . the most beautiful time of the day!

Monday, August 11, 2008

The Brush

Life started out like a canvas
And God started painting on me
But I took the paintbrush from Jesus
And painted what I wished to see

The colors I painted kept running
And the objects were all out of size
I had made a mess of my painting
My way now seemed so unwise

So I brought my painting to Jesus
All the colors, the pieces so wrong
In the markets of earth it was worthless
But His blood made my painting belong

He worked with no condemnation
Never mentioned the mess I had made
Then He dipped His brush in the rainbow
And He signed it, the price has been paid.

When I gave the brush back to Jesus,
When I gave the brush back to Him
He started all over life's canvas to fill
When I gave to Jesus the brush of my will.

He worked with no condemnation
Never mentioned the mess I had made
Then He dipped His brush in the rainbow
And He signed it, the price has been paid.
Chuck Milhuff

Perhaps all of us at one time or another have taken the paint brush from God's hand. Or it may be that circumstances beyond our control come into our life and we think the picture is ruined when we see a sweeping brush stroke of black right down the middle. Rather than removing the ugly black stroke, God says, "Be patient my child" as He "dips His brush in the rainbow" and continues to paint. And what seemed so offensive and out of place, now actually enhances the picture and we see that it is more beautiful than before. Only God can do that!

Monday, August 4, 2008

Hope Shines Through


Hope is a word
that every
hurting heart

Hope shines
brighter than
the brightest star
on the darkest night.

Faith is bigger than the highest mountain.
And God is greater than any obstacle in your path.
Anything can be accomplished by those who fully
put their hearts into it.

The time to start is now
the place to start is here.

May hope cast its special
light upon your path and God
bless everything you touch in the
hours, days, and moments
still to come.

Author Unknown

Monday, July 28, 2008

Hope Perseveres

But I will Hope continually, and will

yet praise thee more and more.

Psalm 71:14

Monday, July 21, 2008

Hope Rejoices!

When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and stars,
which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?

He determines the number of stars
and calls them each by name.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power.
Psalm 8:3,4; 147: 4,5
Last week I was in darkness but not without hope! This week I come to you with praise on my lips and a heart that is singing with joy! The MRI that my younger brother had on Thursday, revealed no cancer! The neurologist, neurosurgeon, radiologist, etc. all agree that what was picked up by the PET image was damage from radiation treatments from 2005. My brother will be closely monitored but the team of doctors do not feel it is a life threatening problem.
The cancer was first removed in 2004 then showed cancer cells still present a year later. Just moments before the surgery in 2005, my cell phone rang. It was my older brother, reminding us that tears had gone before us. I knew that he was referring to the many prayers that our mother had prayed and that these prayers were kept in heaven. (Rev: 5:8) His voice sounded calm and confident.
This time I could not call my brother, nor could he call me, yet it seemed I could almost hear his voice, reminding me once again of those tears and prayers that had gone before us. I prayed that God would pour these prayers on my younger brother and that His will would be done, with hopes that no cancer would be found. My brother said he would be looking at six months to a year life expectancy if cancer was found on the brain. Both my brother and sister-in-law are doctors so I knew they had medical knowledge for all that was happening.
Everything that happened last week is a reminder of how fragile life is and how quickly our plans can unravel. So often, songs come to my mind when life gets tense and uncertain. Right now, I am thinking about the song, "I Know Who Holds Tomorrow."
I don't know about tomorrow, I just live from day to day;
I don't borrow from it's sunshine
For it's skies may turn to gray.
I don't worry o'er the future, For I know what Jesus said;
And today I'll walk beside Him, For He knows what lies ahead
Many things about tomorrow I don't seem to understand,
But I know who holds tomorrow, and I know who holds my hand.
Ira Stanphill
It is so true! We don't know what tomorrow holds but we know that God is in
every tomorrow. He will be there before we are. No surprises with God!
Isn't that good to know?

Tuesday, July 15, 2008


Hope reaches out in darkness . . . and touches God.

I love the word HOPE!

When hope touches God, there is a peace that cannot be explained. This peace gives the faith and assurance that God is in control and that His sweet will is far better than anything we could ask for.

When my daughter was so very ill we were praying and hoping for her healing. Then came the day when hope touched God and that unexplainable peace filled my heart and mind and soul. Things did not go as I had hoped and prayed, yet when God's peace came, I could lift my head and give praise and honor and glory knowing that God "holds the whole world in His hands."

Less than a year ago my older brother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. How frightened I was when I was told the news. I prayed and hoped and prayed and hoped then once again the peace came and I knew that God's will was being done. He lived only a few weeks after the diagnosis but I had several wonderful visits and talks with him, while he was in the hospital. And even though I miss both my daughter and brother more than I can convey, the peace remains.

I have a younger brother that over three years ago, underwent surgery for a serious type of cancer on his face, close to the eye in the temple area. We were all so frightened and things looked somber but the surgery went well and the surgeon gave him as much as a 90 or 95% survival rate. Each year he has had PET Imaging and last week he had his third image. Two of the doctors had released him, and seemed confident that the cancer had been eradicated. But this PET image shows something on the brain that wasn't there before and he is scheduled for an MRI in the morning that will be more accurate in the characterization of any malignancy. We as well as the doctor was taken by surprise yet Hope remains that the MRI will not reveal cancer.

I am praying for God's will and praying for God's peace. I am not there yet. I do not have the peace that I long to have. . not yet. I am still reaching in the darkness to touch God. As I write, my heart hurts so deeply. And my brother and his wife are suffering greatly.

And so this post is just to say that I covet your prayers for my younger brother that I love so very, very much. He has been a strength and help in our family for many years and now he needs our strength and support. . . and God's peace. . . the peace that only He can give!

Here are the words of a song that keeps going through my mind.

"God will make a way
Where there seems to be no way
He works in ways we cannot see
He will make a way for me
He will be my guide
Hold me closely to His side
With love and strength for each new day
He will make a way
He will make a way."
Don Moen

I'm holding to that!

Monday, July 7, 2008

The Pathway

To Grandmother
Shattered and broken,
I lay at your feet.
No strength to go on,
too many ghosts do defeat.
Gently. . . you stroked my head.
Quietly. . . you dried my tears.
You somehow gave me courage
to face all my fears.
I looked to your face;
so gentle. . . so wise.
I leaned on the strength
that glowed in your eyes.
You shared how you too,
had once walked this road.
You knew what it felt like
to carry this load.
For years now, I've looked
to you for my strength
trusted you to help me
when I felt I might sink.
But soon now your journey
of toil will be through,
and I can't help but wonder
What will I do?
Where will I go
when my confidence wanes?
Where will I turn
when I'm broken with pain?
Seems now I hear you. . .
your voice sweet and low;
"Seek the path I have traveled
it shows where to go."
I look down that path
and I see at its end
a shadowy vision
that shows where you've been.
There in the dirt
worn down through the years
are two tiny knee prints
and a cup full of tears.
Holding the cup
sits a man robed in white.
His face wise and gentle
His eyes full of light.
I listen in awe
to the words He now speaks
for somehow He knows
the answers I seek.
"Shattered and broken
SHE lay at MY feet.
No strength to go on,
too many ghosts to defeat.
Gently. . . I stroked her head.
Quietly. . . I dried her tears
I then gave her courage
to face all her fears.
Her journey's soon over
but there's room
here for you.
She cleared the path. . .
So YOU would know what to do.
Toward the end of my mother's life, my daughter Darlene wrote this poem for her.
Both have now completed life's journey. This same Jesus will lead each of us every step of the way. And when that last step is taken, we will be home! What a glorious day that will be!
"We'll sing and shout
and dance about
the lamb will dry our tears
We'll have a grand homecoming week
The first ten thousand years!"
R. Browning