May 15, 2017/Division

Long division.

Two words that struck fear in the heart of most grammar school students back in my day. Long before computers, we would be called to the blackboard to solve problems of long division with the teacher reminding us, “Don’t forget to show your work.”

So, there you were, standing before an empty board with your book in one hand, chalk in the other, about to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone if you came up with the wrong answer.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t do the problems.

I could.

It was the paralyzing fear of doing something wrong in front of everyone that always got to me.

Lately, I think Christians should be forced to go to the blackboard. We could do with a reminder about division. You can’t turn on the news without hearing how people are ‘taking sides’ over everything from website comments to politics. We are so inter-connected that we are determining our values from popularity in opinion rather than facts.

If there is one thing that you can’t toy around with, it’s mathematics.

You either get the right answer, or you don’t.  You show your work and you pass or fail by your answers. The numbers that have to be divided go into each other giving you either a whole number answer, or one with a number with remainders. It is one, or the other.

Facing down an audience of people with different ideas and experience is daunting because we all bring our own baggage with us to the blackboard.  We are scared, or we don’t care. Numbers are friends, or devilish fiends guaranteed to provide us with sleepless nights.

When you think about it, we are as divided in our attitudes toward finding answers in life as we are with which we approach mathematics.

Paul reminds of this in Corinthians 1:10-13-Now I beseech you, brethren, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that ye all speak the same thing, and that there be no divisions among you; but that ye be perfectly joined together in the same mind and in the same judgment.For it hath been declared unto me of you, my brethren, by them which are of the house of Chloe, that there are contentions among you. Now this I say, that every one of you saith, I am of Paul; and I of Apollos; and I of Cephas; and I of Christ. Is Christ divided? was Paul crucified for you? or were ye baptized in the name of Paul?

Paul had completed his mission of preaching the good news of Jesus Christ and left. He was catalyst and evangelist. As that, he couldn’t stick around to minister to all those he converted in their daily walk. Others had to take on that burden. But with that burden of ministry came dissension in the ranks…as it does in churches and denominations even today.

Instead of becoming ‘easy’ in approaching our blackboards, knowing we have the solution in front of us, we drive ourselves off a cliff with arguments on how we ‘show our work’. People begin choosing sides. Instead of coming together as one, we divide.

An easy illustration of this can be shown by the simple question asked when one enters a hospital. “Religion?”

Most list a denomination.

We are not a product of a denomination. That is ‘showing your work’ rather than simple offering the proper solution to the problem given.

We are, and should be, first and foremost: Christian.

WE ARE FOLLOWERS OF JESUS CHRIST. While we recognize many different ‘remainders’ of Methodist, Baptist, Lutheran, Catholic, etc., we swear our allegiance to indisputable truth…that Jesus was God’s son who came to die for our sins and offered Himself as the perfect sacrifice, acceptable to God so that we need no longer be unacceptable to stand in His God’s presence and be judged by Christ’s sacrifical blood offering.

In this math problem, Jesus is our answer. While there may be ‘remainders’ in viewpoints of baptism (Do we sprinkle or immerse?),  or what form we approach the symbolic ‘bread of life’ instituted in Holy Communion (matzoh or white bread), all of these are relatively unimportant in the scheme of the larger picture.

One of God’s greatest gifts in providing us with His Son Jesus was the blanket he provided to unite us. In Christ, we have all languages, all colors, all eye shapes, all cultures, and all different peoples worshipping at the feet of the Son of God together. In Him, we lose our fear of deciphering math in front of others–for by Him we are united in our goal of solving life’s problems TOGETHER rather than separately.

We need no longer fear life’s blackboard for believers in Christ are assured that we are all in this together with Him….

May 13 & 14, 2917/Noah’s Wife

So, it is Mother’s Day weekend.

Sunday means a day of cards, flowers, candy, breakfast in bed, dinner at a restaurant, etc.

What a bunch of hokey.

As honoring your mother is written in one of the Ten Commandments (along with your father) did we really need to ‘set aside’ a day to BUY, BUY, BUY, in order to show appreciation for our mothers?

No.

What we NEED is the daily recognition of how women affect men, support men, and sometimes, sacrifice their own needs for the good of their sons, fathers, and husbands.

This isn’t the modern feminisim that has become so popular. Women don’t need to be LIKE a man. We are NOT like men. Sorry, Charlie, but we are DIFFERENT. It always amazes me that those who are so strident in their so-called ‘beliefs’ about allowing everyone to ‘Do their own thing’ are the same ones who are so enraged when others don’t fall in with their views.

Sometimes, women are overlooked…and nowhere in the Bible do you have a more perfect illustration of this than when you look at Noah.

Noah gets a message from God (okay, how? A dream? A voice? Did he have the first text message?) HOW it was delivered is not written. What IS written is that God chose him to be of service and His directions were pretty darn explicit.

Genesis 6: 5-9-And God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually.And it repented the Lord that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart. And the Lord said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them. But Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord. These are the generations of Noah: Noah was a just man and perfect in his generations, and Noah walked with God. And Noah begat three sons, Shem, Ham, and Japheth.

Noah found grace with God because he was just….but he also found time to have three sons. Obviously, Noah’s wife must have had a part in all this. Yet, she isn’t even mentioned.

This woman deserves a bit of acclaimation here. She has a husband and three sons to take care (that makes FOUR men in the household–probably with dirty feet who toss their robes all over her nicely swept dirt floors; scratch in places they shouldn’t when they think no one is looking; burp after eating; and generally expect to be waited on!)

Right HERE, we know this woman has already accumulated the patience of Job. FOUR men! I doubt this unknown woman stops working until she falls onto her sleeping pallet. Meals to cook. Clothes to wash. A household to keep going. AND, let us not forget that the hearts and thoughts of those around the neighborhood were bent on evil…so who would she have to share her complaints with? It sounds to me as if there were few chances for a bit of ‘girl talk’.

Genesis 6: 13-19- And God said unto Noah, The end of all flesh is come before me; for the earth is filled with violence through them; and, behold, I will destroy them with the earth. Make thee an ark of gopher wood; rooms shalt thou make in the ark, and shalt pitch it within and without with pitch. And this is the fashion which thou shalt make it of: The length of the ark shall be three hundred cubits, the breadth of it fifty cubits, and the height of it thirty cubits. A window shalt thou make to the ark, and in a cubit shalt thou finish it above; and the door of the ark shalt thou set in the side thereof; with lower, second, and third stories shalt thou make it. And, behold, I, even I, do bring a flood of waters upon the earth, to destroy all flesh, wherein is the breath of life, from under heaven; and every thing that is in the earth shall die. But with thee will I establish my covenant; and thou shalt come into the ark, thou, and thy sons, and thy wife, and thy sons’ wives with thee. And of every living thing of all flesh, two of every sort shalt thou bring into the ark, to keep them alive with thee; they shall be male and female.

I swear that when I read this passage I can practically hear Noah’s wife screeching, “Wwhhaatt?? God said to do what, again? Are you sure? You? You, the one who carries on when you hit your thumb? You are going to buid a gigantic boat? Then, you are going to stick me with overseeing four men, daughters-in-law (who probably all have their own ‘issues’) and THEN I’m expected to run a household filled with a host of animals who don’t get along….all while cooped up on a gigantic boat.

Would anyone blame this woman if she took off? I mean, seriously, Noah gets all the acclaim, MRS. NOAH gets all the work. If that just doesn’t illustrate a woman’s lot, nothing does.

Ah, what we women do for love. The lady HAD to have loved her husband. Otherwise, she would have found some way to bop him over the head with a rock and claim he stubbed his toe and fell into into the side of the house.

Genesis 7:6-And Noah was six hundred years old when the flood of waters was upon the earth. 

Six hundred years…we know people married at a young age during this time…so she is with this same guy a long, long time. Ladies, it HAD to be love. I’m surprised Mrs. Noah hasn’t become a babbling nutcase. She’s heard the same stories over and over; laughed at the same jokes; cooked the same foods he enjoys; shared his bed (probably more than three times, let’s be honest here!) and now this wonderful gray-haired guy is going to lock her up in a boat for forty days…and she doesn’t even get NAMED IN THIS STORY????

Eve, after all she did, gets named.

Rahab gets named (and her reputation and lifestyle is not one to boast about!)

Noah’s wife–NO NAME.

That’s it???

If anyone, anywhere, at any point in history deserved to have been named, I think that this woman was entitled. Sadly, it was not meant to be. Noah’s wife stands as an illustration that a woman’s contributions were often overlooked from the beginning.

Get used to it, ladies.

There are millions of women whose contributions to the world and society are overlooked…but when WE celebrate Mother’s Day this weekend, I suggest that we stop and take a moment to honor MRS. NOAH…because if EVER there was a woman who deserved to be pulled out from the trenches of omission and celebrated with a bit of pampering, it HAS to be Mrs. Noah.

I think it’s time, don’t you?

I’m celebrating Mrs. Noah’s day tomorrow….

May 12, 2017/Without Rules

My father impressed the importance of obeying rules on me at an early age. As I grew older, he often spoke of the dangers associated with anarchy. “When a nation allows anarchy to flourish within its own borders, you can be sure it is on the decline,” he would say.

I’ll admit my dad was strict. He graduated high school during the Great Depression and witnessed the toil it was taking on people such as men selling apples in hopes of getting enough money to feed their children. But with his obsession over rules also came his advice for when it was allowed to break them. During my teenage years the war in Vietnam was debated in many ways. “You can disagree with laws and instructions in your life only if you are willing to accept personal responsibility, accountability, and the penalties that come with your decisions. Be prepared to bail yourself out and take what punishments will be meted out for your beliefs.”

Those were pretty tough instructions…and he based a lot of parental lessons around them. Had I become pregnant without being married, he would still have loved me–but there would have been no great ‘wedding’ production. If I decided that I would smoke, or come home inebriated (more than once–he also believed everyone made mistakes and the secret was to learn from your mistake)  it would be in full view and, as I was ‘adult’ enough to ‘live the way I wanted’, then I had no need of his further support.

Yep, dad gave me boundaries while growing up…giving me time to test my wings and learn enough about flying before I tried zipping out of the nest. He was a smart, loving father. He’d seen enough of the world that I was to inhabit to want to give me the ability to protect myself from youthful missteps.

The young always believe they have all the answers. “IT’S DIFFERENT NOW” is the rally cray each generation tries to hawk to their elders. “We have the answers and we know what is best.”

If only that was true.

Judges 21: 25-In those days there was no king in Israel: every man did that which was right in his own eyes.

We swim in dangerous waters when we believe we know more than God. God instituted laws for our benefit just as he gave us parents to help teach us of the many worldly dangers until we are old enough to fend for ourselves.

Once we descend into anarchy where we recognize no authority but our own, we self-destruct. We may believe that we are just in taking over every facet of our lives by pretending that we answer to no one…but that only serves to illustrate just how selfish, childish, and ignorant we truly are.

Every man did that which was right in his own eyes spells danger.

Changing that to: Every man and woman did that which was right in God’s eyes would impact our world with positive change.

Wisdom begins with us. If each attempts to follow God’s rules, understanding that they were put there for our protection, we will grow as examples of God’s loving kindness and forgiveness…

May 11, 2017/An Author Fondly Remembered

I love to read.

There is nothing like diving into a good book and being caught up with descriptions of different places, foods, clothes, while authors take you on exciting travels with their words.

I don’t, however, enjoy books that deal with horror or descriptive violence or sex…so I tend to read ‘older’ books now. I can empathize with the delightful characters in Patrick Taylor’s ‘Irish Country’ series which takes place in Ireland in the 1950’s. I can devour the clues in ‘cozy’ mysteries such as the ‘Christine Bennett’ series by author Lee Taylor, or Rita Lankin’s ‘Gladdy Gold’s’ mysteries.

When I am stressed and feeling in need of a gentle romance, however, I  pick up a Betty Neels book.

Betty Neels was a Harlequin author who published over 134 romances for the British publisher Mills and Boon beginning in 1969. Her ‘formula’ usually consisted of a rather plain, hard-working nurse meeting an older, rather well-off Dutch doctor who whisked her off to the Netherlands where he managed to show her a world of museums, antiques, gourmet food, and the one or two large homes that he owned while purposely concealing his growing love. Unlike most of the sexual exploits incorporated in today’s tomes, our Dutch doctor’s romantic intentions consisted of one or two kisses. and the introduction at some point of his parents and friends as he courted his lady of choice in an altruistic manner that employed the noblest of romantic love.

A lot of people looked down on Mills and Boon books (or Harlequin as they are called here in the USA) as being trite and of no value. I would beg to differ. I learned a lot from Betty and the other Harlequin authors I read. When my husband and I traveled overseas and visited Holland, I was quick to order Pannenkoeken (a Dutch pancake with bacon over which I poured a thick molasses-type syrup), or Erwtensoep (a really, REALLY thick pea soup usually with bits of ham), and Stroopwafels (two thin wafer cookies which encompass caramel which you usually put over top a hot cup of tea or coffee to melt the caramel before you eat them.)

She wrote of the great Dutch artists you could find in museums like the Rijuksmuseum where you would find paintings by Vermeer and Rembrandt. She described the canals, the Dam Square, the Anne Frank house, and the old churches in the cities of Amsterdam, Delft, Utrecht, Leiden, and Haarlem.

By now, you are probably wondering why I’m blathering about some romance author on a page that is dedicated to a Christian devotional, aren’t you?

The reason has to do with how the most innocent of readings can drive a Biblical truth home. While reading one of Betty Neel’s books yesterday, I was struck by a simple statement the hero made to the heroine.

“Generosity is giving away something which will deprive one.” (Copyright by Betty Neels in ‘The Fortunes of Francesca’ republished by Harelquin, 2013.)

(Hopefully, I have given the proper attribution to avoid copyright infringemen by including this.I tend to try to be very careful about that kind of thing as an author deserves the right to have their words attributed after they work so hard to get published!)

Betty Neels always had her characters going to church in her stories. She never emphasized it in a major way–it was simply what people did on Sunday. And she kept the Christian doctrine of helping strangers and the poor in the forefront of her novels without harping on it. Her heroes were well-to-do, but gave of their time and themselves to make a better world without expecting rewards of praise or adulation. These were living, breathing, romantic men who WORKED long hours as doctors or even businessmen, who inherited a great deal of money and could easily live a life of leisure but were intent on helping people. Often, she would write how these men would go off secretly to dangerous war-torn areas to operate on children or set up clinics to help the poor without being paid.

While not a ‘Christian’ romance per se, my path as a young Christian girl was impacted by what Betty Neels wrote. Her statement about generosity above is right on target with that of Paul in 2 Corinthians.

2 Corinthians 9:7-Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, so let him give; not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver.

Christians, I am sure, take this truth at face value. We put our offerings in the collection plate. We may help the poor and needy by volunteering in some manner or giving clothes or cans of food. Yet, we don’t always think about how what we practice ‘giving’ in our daily lives can impact others.

Betty practiced her Christian principals by writing gentle stories that illustrated how two people of different backgrounds can come together in the kind of tender love each of us secretly yearns to find. She took the Biblical principle that true generosity requires sacrifice and incorporated into her work in such a manner that one accepted that as the ‘norm’ rather than as a diatribe of doctrine. She made attending church on Sunday part of her stories when she didn’t have to. She never preached her Christian faith, she simply wrote from the heart.

God loves a cheerful giver…and that means giving more than mere money.

Betty Neels gave me a lot more than a good story when I began reading her books at the age of seventeen. She showed me that I was not ALONE in attending church or wishing for the type of honorable man I found on the pages of her books. She gave me information on art, architecture, museums, and foreign cities.

I have most of her books in print or as e-books. I revisit them often. They help to remind me of the simple joy of growing up with an author who had such a big impact on my attitude toward life and love. I doubt she ever knew how much of an impact her books might have had when she was busy writing…but when I see what is available to young girls now, I offer thanks that there were writers like Betty Neels for me to choose from when I was growing up.

Betty’s ‘purpose in her heart’ was to write a good romance. She achieved that and then some, in my opinion!

May 10, 2017/Morning in the Swamp

My father-in-law used to use the same phrase when he greeted people in the morning: “Morning in the swamp,” he’d say whenever we stayed overnight. Growing up in Minnosota as part of a farming family, he was used to getting up pretty early and dealing with the highs and lows of all sorts of weather and morning conditions.

There is no ‘sleeping  in’ for farmers, and no sick days.

Animals need tending. They don’t care if you are tired, or have a headache.

Farmers deal with all kinds of conditions.

Sunshine.

Rain.

Frost.

Bugs.

A farmer is at the mercy of nature, just as we are at the mercy of the Lord.

Lately, I have found myself avoiding news as much as I can. I have no wish to begin my mornings ‘in the swamp’ as when I do so, I tend to find it influences my day. Starting the day out with an ‘in the swamp’ attitude is depressing. So I was reassured today when my eyes feel on this part of Psalm 22.

Psalm 22: 27-29-All the ends of the world shall remember and turn unto the LORD: and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee. For the kingdom is the LORD’S: and he is the governor among the nations. All they that be fat upon earth shall eat and worship: all they that go down to the dust shall bow before him: and none can keep alive his own soul.

God’s news to us  is far more important than which we see on television. He is reminding us that we cannot keep our souls ALIVE without him.

We may exist.

We may eat and go about our lives putting importance on people and events, but all these will return to the dust from which they came.

None can keep alive his own soul.

Without the Lord in our lives we truly walk in swamps.

With Him, we are filled with peace,

Christians are spectators in life’s game who already know the final score…no matter how the game appears to be stacked. We may have to deal with days of swamps but our eternities will be paved streets in God’s presence.

Don’t worry about today’s “Morning in the swamp.” Focus, instead, on God’s promises for all your tomorrow’s.

May 9, 2017/All Welcome Complaint Department

You can’t miss the recent events involving airlines that have made the news in the past few weeks. There have been some rather disturbing reports about how they are handling overbookings. People have been filmed taking matters into their own hands rather than wait to deal with some impersonal clerk in a complaint department–which has resulted in some nasty behavior on the parts of all those involved.

I remember going to complaint departments in large department stores. Few people would go to leave compliment for outstanding service; many would rush up to complain about bad attitudes, lax service, or lack of merchandise. Human dissatisfaction on life doesn’t change.

Is it surprising, therefore, that even the disciples are eager to find out what following  Christ will get them? Jesus informs them of a different reward and backs it up by a story he hopes will silence them on the subject. While He loves them, it is quite a shock to learn what is in store for them as they have yet to fully grasp His place in this world–and theirs in the world to come!

Matthew 20: 1-16-For the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which went out early in the morning to hire labourers into his vineyard. And when he had agreed with the laborers for a penny a day, he sent them into his vineyard.And he went out about the third hour, and saw others standing idle in the marketplace, And said unto them; Go ye also into the vineyard, and whatsoever is right I will give you. And they went their way.Again he went out about the sixth and ninth hour, and did likewise. And about the eleventh hour he went out, and found others standing idle, and saith unto them, Why stand ye here all the day idle? They say unto him, Because no man hath hired us. He saith unto them, Go ye also into the vineyard; and whatsoever is right, that shall ye receive. So when even was come, the lord of the vineyard saith unto his steward, Call the laborers, and give them their hire, beginning from the last unto the first. And when they came that were hired about the eleventh hour, they received every man a penny. But when the first came, they supposed that they should have received more; and they likewise received every man a penny. And when they had received it, they murmured against the goodman of the house, Saying, These last have wrought but one hour, and thou hast made them equal unto us, which have borne the burden and heat of the day. But he answered one of them, and said, Friend, I do thee no wrong: didst not thou agree with me for a penny? Take that thine is, and go thy way: I will give unto this last, even as unto thee. Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own? Is thine eye evil, because I am good? So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen.

Whoops! This is a story about standing at God’s complaint department. And it isn’t written with the ending the disciples had expected.

God honors unexpected people–not simply the ‘religious’ or ‘powerful’. Good and bad, young and old, free or slave, black or white, with God there is no respector of color, power, or nation. ALL who accept His son Jesus’s gift of sacrifice for their sins will be granted eternal life at whatever age or stage of life they are in at the time.

While God promises that the faithful will be rewarded in heaven, He doesn’t want us to mistake His generosity for practicing legality or works as His entrance fee. You can abstain from swearing, alcohol, sex, dancing, drugs, smoking, doing ‘good’ etc. and pat yourself on the back as being a good ‘Christian’–but by that very pride you have destroyed God’s purpose. These are all great attributes that you may be convicted to practice…but by your intention you fail.

God’s generosity is open so that whether we come to him at five, at fifty, at seventy-five, or on our deathbed, He welcomes us. It is for US to understand that by knowing Him sooner we are the ones who benefit from his gift.

I quite understand why the laborers in this story were upset. Some had toiled in the hot sun for hours while others worked only a few hours. The disciples, like all of us, needed Jesus’ reminder that God deals with all fairly and they are not be generous because they have such a gracious and generous boss!

God has an OPEN complaint department with no restrictions but faith, belief, and trust in His Son Jesus. It’s a lot better than any you can find down here!

May 8, 2017/Why Me, Lord?

Problems.

We all have them–whether they revolve around work, relationships, raising kids, transportation, housing, health, or whatever. Let’s face it, we have troubles….and that immediately makes me think of the hit musical THE MUSIC MAN that starred Robert Preston and his famous song, ‘Ya Got Trouble’ which informs those in Iowa–“Ya got trouble, folks, right here in River City. Trouble with a capital ‘T’ and that rhymes with ‘P’ and that stands for pool.”

When I began this journey, I hadn’t figured on writing something EVERY day. I mean, things come up. I do have a life. There are doctor appointments (many for those of our age), housework, cooking, errands, banking, etc. And don’t get my started on the sleep deprivation that comes with aging. I really, REALLY don’t enjoy getting up at 6am because my body is aching and I can’t lie in bed any longer. By 8pm I am becoming a zombie and by 10pm, it is all I can do to keep my eyes open..even after drinking regular coffee after dinner.

But, by far, the most challenging problem with writing these devotionals has been WHY ME, LORD?

This isn’t what I had planned to write. I write fiction…romance, mystery. Sure, I’ve sat in churches and Bible studies for many years, but a devotional blog? You’ve got to be kidding me!

It has been some time since I took my one Religion and Modern Man class in college. (I think I still have my paper from that class comparing the comic PEANUTS with Biblical study, though 😉 I mean, does that give you a clue to my philosphy?

It is intimidating for anyone to put your thoughts ‘out there’ when you feel others have more experience and insight. Most people do not take well to making themselves vulnerable to criticism. And, even when allowed to hide your identity as you can do on the internet, you still have the biggest critic of all to deal with–YOURSELF.

This verse from Galatians, however, reassured me.

Galatians 6:6- Let him that is taught in the word communicate unto him that teacheth in all good things.

I think of the Bible as a handbook for life…so when I read God’s word and apply it to MY problems, I am in hopes that in sharing I may help someone else who may be struggling with similar issues. During times of great trials, some of my most helpful advice has come from friends who have suffered or have expertise in what I am undergoing. Many of these people shared their experiences and advice with me and I was truly greatful.

I will never forget my mother’s last forty days of life. She went into the hospital on 12/12 and and came home to die forty days later on 1/22. It was her dearest wish to die at home…and, while not conscious, I am convinced that she knew that her final wish had been granted.

Now, if there is one profession that I have never fancied, it was medicine. I mean, I can’t even watch someone on television vomit because I’m in danger of joining in here at home. Yet, I have been a caregiver in one way or another since 1992. (Frankly, I will admit that I am a bit tired of God’s sense of humor in all this. Still, I try to keep my complaints down in case He’s listening and decides to come up with something even worse!)

There are days when I want to run screaming down the street yelling like that guy in the movie NETWORK…and my husband’s Parkinson’s problems are still rather mild. I worry about how I will cope as his disease advances. I worry about my strength. I worry about my own health.

It is during some of these times when God provided me just the people that I need to share my load. Nurses. Doctors. Friends. Even strangers. (I have actually visited people who I had never met but corresponded with on the internet.) People that drift into my ‘sphere’ who are just who I need, offering what I need, right when I need it. ‘God sent’ people. These people ‘communicate hope. They illustrate Christian love and caring. They reflect the face of Jesus by opening themselves through word and deed.

Writing these daily missives for me isn’t about popularity, ‘likes’, or followers. It’s about sharing my journey in hopes that someone else will find ‘good things’ to help them in theirs…

I hope you continue to follow my brief ‘musings’ that they are sometimes a help to you in your Christian walk…