Last night’s super moon lit the evening sky. Moonlight has a special, serene effect. People on the earth may be engaged in all sorts of turmoil: wars, crime, anger, dissensions; an enormous earthquake and tsunami that hit New Zealand, droughts here, floods there, yet the moon, beautiful and majestic, shines above it all. I […]
Oct 12, 2016
Prayer, Coffee, and Crises
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Flora Tucker believes that prayer and coffee can fix just about anything. So do I; only, I could leave off the coffee and know that prayer is the answer to any crisis. I’ve read a couple of news stories about Tim Tebow praying for two of his fans, at different times, who had fallen ill […]
Oct 4, 2016
Thoughts for Tuesday Morning
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Tuesday Morning Thoughts This morning, as I listened to news about the hurricane pounding Haiti, I said a prayer for the people there. Many live in shacks that won’t withstand wind and torrential rain and floods. They are afraid to leave their homes, afraid their belongings will be stolen. Let’s remember them and ask the Lord to help […]
Aug 30, 2016
Introducing Worth Forgiving
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I am pleased to introduce my guest blogger this morning. Janet K. Brown is a fellow Pen-L author of four books. Her latest, Worth Forgiving, makes it debut September 1. I read Worth Forgiving and found it to be immensely interesting. Riveting, I believe, best describes it because the book kept me turning pages to find […]
Jul 28, 2016
Worth Forgiving
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I am pleased to introduce you to the cover reveal for Worth Forgiving, the second book in the Wharton Rock series, by Janet K. Brown, a fellow Pen-L author. The book will release September 1 and pre-orders begin August 1. Follow this link to find out more about Janet and her books: www.Pen-L.com/WorthForgiving.html The state of Texas releases from […]
Jul 19, 2016
Bedrock
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From somewhere in my dim and distant, far-off childhood, I remember standing on bedrock. I stood in a creek, water swirling around my feet, tiny pebbles bumping into my ankles, the rushing current tugging at me. The rock I stood on was not moved. It was large, solid, and anchored somewhere far below the stream. If […]
