The older I get, the more I enjoy the blessing of peace; not just peace, mind you, but peace that comes of being free and contented and pursuing my own dreams. In school, we learned about “pax romana” or the peace that Rome imposed upon conquered nations. That is not peace at all but a seething […]
Nov 30, 2013
A Furry Fable
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Why the Squirrel Has a Bushy Tail by Blanche Day Manos In the beginning, when the world was bright and new, some of the animals and plants looked different from the way they look now. O’possum, for instance, was beautiful with a pretty coat and a long, lush tail. Of course, even then Possum had […]
Nov 29, 2013
The Day Has Ended But the Memory Lingers On
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Thanksgiving Day reminds me of that old hymn, “Count Your Blessings”, by Johnson Oatman, Jr. When we are discouraged or sad or think there is no hope, the song tells us to stop worrying and start counting all the blessings the Lord has given us– a good idea. Thanksgiving is the perfect time to start […]
Nov 26, 2013
An Ordinary Kind of Day
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So far as I know, nothing special is going on today. The temperature is cold but we have escaped the dangerous weather that much of the nation is experiencing. If the Lord wills, I plan to exercise, get a hair trim, do some baking, clean the house a bit. Gratitude for my many blessings may […]
Nov 24, 2013
Hogging the Schoolhouse
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The thermometer tells me it’s twenty degrees this morning and Lights of the Ozarks are on at the Fayetteville town square so really and truly, if Christmas is just around the corner, I might as well face it. Winter is here! We have snow in the forecast for tonight and tomorrow. The children, at least, […]
Nov 19, 2013
Family
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My friend Norma is rejoicing this morning. Her son Steve called. He and his family are safe. Right after the typhoon in the Philippines, I asked you to pray for Steve’s safety. Thank you for those prayers. This morning I am thinking about family and blessings and God’s goodness. I remember, years ago, asking my […]
