a friend’s anniversary letter Posted on January 21, 2012January 21, 2012 By pamela I received this letter… and it’s too sweet to not share with you. I console myself with this letter — that perhaps one day I will have a mind to write such a letter. I loved his wife, Florence, even giving our last baby, our daughter Amelia her name as a middle name… and I added “Joy” to it because Florence brought me great joy and encouragement. Amelia bears the name well… as she does for the other woman she’s named after. Although, I never called Mrs. Pais: Amelia, it was, in fact, her name. Paul Turnidge writes: Hello All, and a blessed year ahead. A year ago today, Florence began a new day in Heaven. By this time she has joined with Peter, James and John, with Lydia, Mary and all the friends that have gone there ahead of her. I’m sure she has probably gotten the gals together and said, “Let’s start a Sisterhood.” Every day I praise the Lord that she is in Heaven enjoying herself rather than having to be in a nursing home, sitting in a wheel chair wondering why she can’t get it going. Somebody sent me the following prayer: THE SENILITY PRAYER : Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, The good fortune to run into the ones I do, and The eyesight to tell the difference. My biggest problem is that I can’t think of anybody I don’t like and my eyesight is so bad I couldn’t tell the difference anyway. Hope you’re finding this an encouraging year, and it’s wonderful to know the Lord never leaves or forsakes us. (Hebrews 13:5) God bless you all, Paul Devotionals Essays DevotionalsEssaysFaith
for the woman in the mirror Posted on November 9, 2010November 11, 2010 Facing the woman in the mirror… and getting her to do what she ought: O, what a challenge, sometimes!! I know this. I know this painfully well. And so… I want to share with you some things you might do to help the woman in the mirror. Don’t “muddle” through… Read More
gleaning Posted on May 7, 2014May 7, 2014 Each Tuesday morning I make a short trip north in our little town to a church where I join others in gleaning what the Lord’s provided. It dawns on me that each week that’s not all He’s provided and the purpose for me being there isn’t simply to glean. But… Read More