Someone told me of a conversation they had at a garage sale. The person said, “We only read and study the New Testament at our church.” When I heard that, I was reminded of a house I saw on the news recently. It sat on the edge of the river. They suffered heavy rains. The earth under the home gave way and the whole house slid into the swollen river and floated away. I then saw another picture…
A few weeks ago I shared my little garden on the dining room table here. Now those little seeds are all grown up! There are more items in my patio garden, but I didn’t want to drag them all to one place. Hopefully we’ll have some yummy produce soon. Have you all planted this year? How is it going? It was really wet for a while–then extremely hot. Kinda hard on plants, for sure. My books are available at https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007F5H0H4
There has been much discussion of late about abortion. I wrote a poem after the last school shooting I’d like to share with you. Strange Split People mourn the killing of the born,but who mourns the death of the unborn? Open our eyes to see the dichotomy,the split personality of mourning those who’ve lived a few yearswhile neglecting those without a tear who’ve been robbed of even one breathnever to lay on their mother’s breast. My books are available…
Early last Wednesday morning we had 110 mile an hour winds all down 95 street for about 17 miles. It started in Lenexa, KS (pictured) and ended in Raytown, MO. We suffered no damage, but this tree lay near 95 & Quivira. It tore part of the roof off Colonial Presbyterian Church at 95th and Wornall in Kansas City, MO. There were four recorded tornadoes in the Kansas City area that morning. Tornado season is upon us! My books…
I reached into my purse for my phone to show grandson, Sam, a message. Then it hit me. That thing I saw fly off the front of my car on the highway was my phone that I laid there in my garage twenty minutes earlier. It wasn’t a piece of paper—it was my phone; my brains! “Oh no! My phone!” “What’s the matter, Grandma? Did you leave your phone in the car?” “No. It’s on the fly-over…
Isn’t it strange how some things become traditions? Early in our marriage my husband insisted we visit the graves of our ancestors to leave flowers at each grave every Memorial Day. We’d travel from Kansas City to the Fort Scott 1st National Cemetery in Kansas, then on to Nevada, MO, and then out to Harwood, MO. Now that he’s gone, different family members and I follow the pilgrimage to the letter. Because it’s a several hour trip, we always stop…
As we watch hiccup after hiccup of our government from our wide-open borders, runaway government corruption, and out-of-control inflation, the situations seem insurmountable. These would be if it were not for one overwhelming factor. God. He tells us in Philippians 4:6,7, “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ…
While reading Dutch Sheets Intercessory Prayer-How God Can Use Your Prayers to Move Heaven and Earth, I took one of his thoughts and wrote a poem. Satan became a snake and hung around a tree.Got Eve to eat the forbidden fruit and claimed victory.He thought he had wontill Jesus, God’s Son,hung on wood from a treegaining the ultimate victoryover him, for you and me. My books are available on Amazon.com here
Every few years the fad of crystals comes around again. I spoke to someone recently who wanted to know more about their healing qualities. I’ll not debate the pros and cons of crystals. The problem lies with the place given them in our hearts. Jesus Christ is our healer. He was whipped with a cat-o-nine tails that we can be healed. (By His stripes we have been healed-1 Peter 2:24.) In Isaiah 42:8 God says, “I will not give My…
My garden looks rather small and insignificant at this point, but given enough light and water, perhaps we’ll have some produce from it this summer–if the squirrels and rabbits don’t get it first. Spring is also when my large plants escape the basement under grow lights where they’ve been for the past six months. They’d stay there the entire year if it weren’t for the excellent help from son, Josh, who dutifully loads each one on a dolly and lugs…