On the evening of October 6, 2017, and on the days and months following… I joined the Psalmist of Chapter 77 in my prayer. “I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me. Have you experienced a housefire yourself or with someone else? Have you experienced a fire in your life that no one could smell or see?

All in a day… I remember my father’s death. I rejoice in the birth of grandchildren. I remain aware and prayerful for my adult children. All these moments…what do I do with all these cares?

Momma… Pause! Momma, pause in the present! Momma, pause to pray… Momma, pause to lift your burdens to the Lord… Momma, pause to feel…

It has been scientifically proven that when we are “triggered,” we can train our brains to choose the grateful road to travel…

My thoughts upon hearing the current song “String Cheese” are penned. Have you heard the song written by Heather Harper?

When Veteran’s Day is remembered each year, my thoughts naturally go to my own father who has moved to Heaven ahead of us.

Seven years ago on October 6, about 7:00 pm, the parsonage caught on fire while we were home. We did not have renter’s insurance…

Grace to mourn the absence Of past gifts from His hand; Grace to grow strong in the Lord With faith and courage to stand. -jlw