I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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LAST YEAR I told you about my “birth” day. So today I will pick up my story beginning at ten years and and hitting the highlights of each decade of my life. As I thought this project over, I realize I … Continue reading
Birthday in January gives me cause to evaluate my life even more than the New Year does. New Year is for everybody; January 24 is for me. Last night I prepared a blog for today in which I recount highlights … Continue reading
I’m having another birthday soon. So being nostalgic. FEELING BITTERSWEET Wearing sack dresses and platform shoes Reading Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew Feeling bittersweet. Singing “How Much is That Doggie in the Window” Seeing Lassie fight bears and leave them … Continue reading
WILL I STILL FEEL LIKE THIS WHEN I’M EIGHTY? I’ve been reading a journal in which I wrote in 1998. So at that time I would have been 73-74, ten years ago. January 8th that year I read a selection … Continue reading
“It will be a wonderful life with you,” the bride whispers confidently. “Hush, little baby, mama’s darling child,” mother coos softly. “Go back and brush your teeth now,” mother scolds sternly. “Wow, these grades are great,” mother exclaimes encouragingly. “Go, … Continue reading
Though memories fade I still miss the tender touch Of baby kisses. Ronovan
A MARKED DISCOVERY – I HAVE BEEN SECURE IN THE HANDS OF THE POTTER. “But now, O LORD, You are our Father, We are the clay, and You our potter; And all of us are the work of Your hand.” Isaiah … Continue reading
Although it was nice outside, Harry sat as he usually did in the old recliner with his feet up and the TV on. He seldom went out anymore Breathing was getting hard for him. Could hardly walk to the kitchen … Continue reading
A conversation in Caterpillar Lane – Harry: “I haven’t seen Leggus lately, have you?” Fuzzy: “Last I saw him, he had crawled into a pine bark and dried up. At least he sure looked dead.” Harry: “That’s bad. He was … Continue reading