Several months ago my daughter commented to me, “You know so many things that other people need to know – why don’t you have a page on your blog for simple things for the reader’s information.” Hmm. I’ve given that a lot of thought and decided to do just that. This page will be used… [Read More]
1125 B.C. Bethlehem, Judah Home of Elimelech and Naomi, and sons Mahlon and Chilion; perhaps migrant workers, working in the grain fields of Bethlehem’s countryside. Enter a drought-induced famine; there were no grains to produce food in Bethlehem, the House of Bread. Elimelech packs up his family and moves east to the countryside of Moab…. [Read More]
Several weeks ago, SharpShooter (my husband) was unloading groceries from the car when a bedraggled cat walking down our snow-covered country road caught his eye. It couldn’t be – could it? “Pippie, is that you?” Upon closer inspection, stooping down to the dirty, scruffy feline, he realized it was indeed, Captain Pip! Years ago, fifteen… [Read More]
…for in Him we live and move and have our being. Acts 17:28 The Heavenly View Book Club recently read The Shack, by William Paul Young – I have read this book three times and each time something else jumps off the page and hits me in the heart in a profound way. The story… [Read More]
November 11, 1982 until now!
September 26 The Sharpshooter left today for Fort Shenandoah and the national meet of the N-SSA. So funny to watch him get ready to load up the truck. He did make a list this time because, you see, I told him I wouldn’t meet him in Washington D.C. with his uniforms. Of course I can’t… [Read More]
I am blessed with a wonderful family! On rare occasions we all get to be together in one place at one time! And, it’s not necessarily a holiday either. This summer brought such an occasion. Our granddaughter, Hannah, has spent her summers with us since she was five and one-half years old. She lives in… [Read More]
It was a busy Thanksgiving morning, my mother-in-law, my husband and I were in the kitchen doing holiday things when the phone rang. For as long as I live I will remember that call. My dear friend’s son had been heinously murdered in West Palm Beach, FL. I ran to the building adjacent to our… [Read More]