WHAT'S NEXT
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. ~Psalm 121:1,2~
Monday, December 29, 2025
Saturday, December 20, 2025
Monday, December 15, 2025
Monday, December 8, 2025
A
ABUNDANT PURPOSE
Monday, December 1, 2025
Thursday, November 20, 2025
Monday, November 17, 2025
LIKE A TREE
Saturday, November 8, 2025
Monday, November 3, 2025
Saturday, October 18, 2025
Monday, October 13, 2025
GOOD CHEER
Monday, October 6, 2025
BEE IN YOUR BONNET
Tuesday, September 30, 2025
Monday, September 15, 2025
NOT AGAIN
Saturday, September 6, 2025
KEEP RUNNIN'
My Sunday school lesson was wrapped up for Sunday. It is the first of a new series on the Israelites heading out for the Promised Land. It was timely. I had noticed posted signs in our neighborhood regarding a half marathon race that was going to be happening. The participants were to run passing my front porch. I hadn't witnessed such a thing but thought I would sit on the porch and watch the spectacle.
I'm not sure where the race started because many racers looked like they had been running for awhile. The interesting thing for me was in seeing the variety of racers. Some I was concerned about racing because they looked like they should have been on a front porch like me.
The variety of racers was a good example of common ordinary American citizens. The youngest racer I figure to be in first grade. Her daddy was right there with her. There were others who were younger. They were in strollers on riding on their dad's shoulders. The oldest racer I would guess to be around 70 years of age. There were very few of those. Some racers were in good shape, looking like exercise was a part of their lives. A few even seemed to be on the professional side of running. Most were just average folks. Some looked like they were wondering what they had gotten themselves into. There was obesity represented that caused concern. Three ladies, good friends were dressed alike in their pink ballerina outfits with decent length skirts.
Some folks ran, some walked apace while others shuffled for a time. Many stopped to bend over. I was surprised at the number of folks who ran while doing something on their cell phones. That's pitiful but it's their thing, not mine.
Monday, September 1, 2025
Sunday, August 17, 2025
HE WALKS AND TALKS WITH ME
Saturday, August 9, 2025
PRECIOUS HANDS
In some recent days, there was something that came to my attention I hadn't given much thought to. I had worn a ring on my right hand for some time that I really paid little attention to. All of a sudden, I had an episode with that ring on my finger. One morning I was awakened with some pretty terrific pain on that hand. I struggled to get the ring off but with all the swelling, it wouldn't budge. I went to my neighbor to see if he could sever the band in some way, releasing the ring which he did. For a few days, I still felt the pain that hindered me in any number of ways in using it.
I have thought since the recovery of the hand, about our bodies, so wonderfully created by God. Most of our bodies we never give a thought to such as: swallowing, eye blinking, breathing, hair growing, toes that assist with our walking, joints that bend and the myriad of things our hands do at our bidding.
Because of the incident with my ring, I found myself handicapped in doing many of the usual things I do with them, even typing on my computer. My right hand didn't want any pressure brought to bear on it, but still had to make use of that hand despite the pain.
I'm so grateful that there is never damage to God's hands. He doesn't only hold us securely in His hand but according to Isaiah 49:16, we see:
Monday, August 4, 2025
LOVE THOSE THREE'S
Sunday, July 27, 2025
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Sunday, July 13, 2025
A friend and I were talking today about past Sunday school experiences. She taught children 30 years in Sunday school and loved it. I had another friend prior to our move who had taught in a Sunday school department so long, she was then teaching the children of some of the students she had taught in time past.
The older I get, the more I tend to look back to my own Sunday school days and the dear ladies who taught me through those primary years and others on through high school. I especially now like looking back to those times those teachers who taught me and my friends.