Good News and Bad News


This month, November, one of my dear friends of many years lost her sister at age fifty-nine.

In September of this year this same friend’s mother died.

In November of 2019, less than a year before her mother, her father was the first of the family to go to heaven.

That’s the bad news. (Not that they went to heaven but that they died.)

The good news is that Anna’s complete faith and trust in God is giving her the peace, comfort, strength, and stamina she needs to release her family into His loving arms, when her arms can no longer hold them.

Yes, the bad news is that my friend has lost her parents and only sister, but the good news is she has not lost her trust. Amen.

Grace, Dignity and Love


Another of my church friends climbed the stairway to heaven yesterday, leaving behind happy memories in the wake of grief. Joanne’s husband, daughters, family and friends will miss her smiling face and gentle ways for a long time to come but will take comfort in knowing that she will be as loved in heaven as she was here on earth.

Dying has to be one of life’s most grievous tasks, and yet, as we all know, it is inevitable.

May we all take consolation in knowing that this dear lady faced the end of life as she had always faced life itself, with grace, dignity and love.

Where in the World


We never know where in the world our paths will cross another’s. Leroy “Butch” Dean entered my life in what I like to refer to as Bloggersville a few years ago. Butch “liked” and commented on one of my blogs and became a faithful follower as I did of his.

With a sense of shock I read his final blog posted on October 22nd, the title of which was “I’ve Changed My Address”. True to his faith, Butch opened his post with this paragraph…

“If you are reading this, then I have left this earthly life to be with my heavenly Father. Now I see face to face and how I wish I could share that with you. What I can share with you is God’s merciful love for you that He tells us about in John 3:16. The most significant moment in my life was accepting Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. I encourage you to accept and trust Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior.”

I, along with many other bloggers, will miss Butch’s posts, “likes” and encouragement, not to mention his very strong and up front faith.

Because Butch is happily home with his heavenly Father, I can still say, Happy Saturday.

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Life is Precious


When I wrote my book “My Precious Life” in 2014 I had heard this expression many times but didn’t pay much attention to its meaning. Now, as I watch what’s happening the world over, millions of people dying of the coronavirus, others succumbing to life’s natural cycle, it is hitting home just how precious life is.

Are we really living on a daily basis? Are we making the most of our days? Are we looking out for our friends, family, neighbor? Are we saying, “I love you” and then showing that love?

There is more to life than eating, sleeping, working and playing, and because life is precious we need to make sure we are truly living.

Today I am going to make a concentrated effort to really live. I don’t know what that will look like but will let God handle the details. Carpe diem!

Called Home


Another of our church members and friend was called home to Heaven yesterday. Bill was in his one hundredth year and would have completed it in five months.

I happened to read Hebrews 9:15 this morning, For this reason Christ is the mediator of a new covenant, that those who are called may receive the promised eternal inheritance—

It made me question who are the called and suddenly the thought of Bill came to mind. I’m sure the scripture has another meaning but I am comforted that my immediate reaction was that he was called home.

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. Rev. 21:4

The Silver Cord


A young friend of mine just lost her mother to life’s final chapter. My friend was with her mom at the end and described her as a “beautiful, sweet, little soul.” And she was; a lovely dedicated Christian woman who never forgot who the Lord of her life was. It reminded me of Ecclesiastes 12:6 … Remember your Creator before the silver cord is loosed…and that reminded me of this hymn. Happy Sunday.

Where Am I From?


On Thursday I picked up a library book, Memories of Heaven, by Dr. Wayne Dyer (one of my favorite authors) and Dee Garnes, who was his assistant at one time. It is a collection of short stories about very young children remembering where they were before they were born. It is a fascinating and easy read.

Many of the related memories are of being with God and choosing the parents they wanted to be born to. Some are of being here for a short time in another life and deciding to leave at an early age, (child deaths). Some related to changing their minds in the womb and not completing their journey, (miscarriages).

Because I have an open mind about so many things it is easy for me to read this book and consider the possibilities of these tiny testimonies. Besides, when my youngest son was just over two years old, he suddenly stated during a nap time, “I died you know, Mommy.”

I had had a miscarriage three years before he was born.

It makes it easy to wonder where am I from? Happy Saturday.

Just Imagine


Just imagine a life free from crime, cruelty, terrorism, injustice, hatred, devastating accidents of all kinds, uncaring people of all kinds also. Imagine no harsh words, no grudges, nobody turning their back to anyone. Just imagine a life encompassing the complete opposite of these all too common deeds. Wouldn’t it be great to live in a perfect world? Just imagine. Happy Saturday.

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The Lamb Around His Neck


Life can get us down sometimes; we get sad, depressed, tired, lonely, in pain, and the thought that we cannot tolerate another bad news story or take another step on the road of life sometimes leaves us feeling totally helpless. When it happens to me I think of this picture and see myself as the lamb around His neck. Happy Monday.

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