I recently read a bit of information about a man named Alexis de Tocqueville. I was fascinated with his research in America and just as the light came on for him so it did for me as well. I prepared bits of his story with …
Our new assignment for our ministry group is sharing how we hear from God. God speaks to His people in so many ways. The Bible says even those who do not believe know of Him through creation. We are all in different places in our walk with God but all of us have been on the mountain tops and in the valleys at some time. I am sure as belivers we learn more in the valleys. When we are weak, He is strong.
I often hear God in a small voice particularly about things that I need to change in my life or about someone I need to pray for or something I need to do like call someone. Sometimes bigger things I have more trouble with. I would find myself asking God for things like, “What am I supposed to be doing since I retired or what do I do about this seemingly impossible thing in mine or someone else’s life.” These things do not always come with quick answers. I think often we have our image of what an answered prayer to our question looks like. But they may not be what God’s answer looks like. Also we worry more over the big prayer request. I would find myself pleading with God many times. Worry hinders our prayers and conversations with God. Our worry says to God we think he does not care about us, that he doesn’t know what is going on or what to do about it and that he isn’t able to meet our needs.
God not only knows everything that is going on, he knows exactly what is best for us, he loves us and He has equipped us so that WE can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. Yes, WE. He has already won the battle, he has equipped us with all that we need love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness and self control and the armor of God for the battles we face.
So my prayer life and time with God has changed over the years. I used to ask over and over my requests. Now, I thank Him for things I don’t physically see yet but know He has already taken care of. I can lay down the worry, and instead look forward to seeing His will in my life being fulfilled. It is amazing the peace it brings and for the first time in my life I feel I truly know what it means to trust God. That is what He wants from us.
So my prayer time is a time of thanking God for answered prayers, asking God what He has for me to do and thanking Him for His work in the lives of those on my prayer list. There is such peace in bringing our needs before Him and knowing He can make a way where there seems to be none. He loves us and cares for our every need. We hear God every day. He has got this. He says, “Be still and know that I am God”
I am enjoying some Bible assignments put out by our ladies ministry group. I particularly love piecing together the mysteries of God’s Word. This assignment lent itself to just such study. I hope you not only enjoying reading but may be inspired to do some searching yourself. My next one will be on the mercy seat. Our assignment was to find 5 places in the Old Testament which point to Christ, so this is my second attempt. The story begins with Abram’s nephew Lot and his city which were taken captive by neighboring kingdoms. When Abram got the news he put together an army and was victorious over the enemy rescuing Lot and his belongings.
After the battle, Melchizedec, referred to as the king of Salem and the priest of the Most High God came to Abram. Interestingly he came with bread and wine to strengthen Abram. The words bread and wine reminds us of Christ words, This is my body-This is my blood.. . ”
Melchizedec’s name means king of Righteousness and Salem is another name for Jerusalem. This referred to Melchizedec as the righteous king of Jerusalem, which was called Salem at that time. Another reminder of Jesus the Righteous King. He was also a high priest. It was not allowed for a person to be king and high priest. But Melchizedec was both.
The scripture further tells us Melchizedec was without mother, without father and without genealogy having neither beginning of days nor ending of life. This probably referred to his priesthood not his physical being. The focus throughout the passages about him point out his priesthood.
Two other relatable thoughts came from Melchizedec’s meeting with Abram. Melchizedec blessed Abram and Abram gave Melchizedec a tithe of all his captured prizes from battle after he blessed him. First the greater always blesses the lesser and second the lesser always paid tithes to the greater. Melchizedec blessed and Abram tithed. Melchizedec was of a higher order of high priests than Abram.
Now Abram was the great-grandfather of Levi and according to Jewish law the only people who could be a high priest was members of the family of Aaron which became known as the tribe of Levi. That placed Abram in the family of Levi yet he was the lesser when it came to the priesthood of Melchizedec.
Melchizedec’s and Jesus’ priesthood was appointed by God. Melchizedec and Jesus were not of the tribe of Levi. Jesus and Melchizedec’s priesthood had no beginning and no end. Melchizedec certainly gave a picture of the kingship and priesthood of Jesus, but only Jesus could perfectly fill the position. For centuries battles have raged over separation of church and state. That is because a mere human cannot fill both positions. No man or woman can righteously rule over others.
Jesus is Holy, undefiled, sinless and perfect. He is the only one who can reign as a righteous holy king and high priest. He performed the greatest priestly act of all when he offered Himself as a sacrifice at Calvary for all our sins.
There is so much more to glean from this very little known character in the Old Testament. The most important is that he pointed us to the new High Priest, a new covenant in Jesus Christ. Jesus put our sins away as far as east is from the west forever! He made a way for all who trust in him. He opened the door for us to step into the presence of God! Amazing Grace!! May anyone reading this today who has not open their hearts and give their life to Jesus as their Savior and Reedemer, do it now. You will find true freedom and peace in Him.
A footnote I found that is very interesting. Some feel that Shem, Noah’s son may have been Melchizedec. Shem inherited the land of Salem and Melchizedec is king of Salem. He reigned in righteousness. Melchizedec’s name means righteousness. Some believe that Shem lived in the time of Abram. However Shem is connected in genealogy to Abram. Therefore he would have been in the lineage of Aaron’s priesthood, which was of a lesser order than Melchizedec and Christ. Interesting stuff. Again the Old Testament perfectly revealed Christ.
Tonight my story is for my grandson Elijah. He wanted to hear an Elijah story. Elijah is a wonderful Bible character. There are so many stories to share about his service to God.
Our story tonight begins with Old King Ahab. He was ruler over God’s people. He was an evil king in the eyes of God because of his disobedience to God. And to make matters worse he married a really evil princess named Jezebel. Now Jebezel was probably one of the most wicked characters ever mentioned in the Bible. She worshiped other gods. King Ahab helped her out and built temples and altars for her false gods and idols. Other people were beginning to worship these false gods too.
One day God told Elijah to take a message to Old King Ahab. Ahab was surprised when he saw Elijah coming. Who was this strange man wearing a camel hair coat? What was someone like this doing in his beautiful palace? Elijah was taken before the king. Elijah told King Ahab that the Lord God of Israel would send no rain in his kingdom for a long time. “It will not rain until I return to tell you it will,” said Elijah. Then Elijah left the king. King Ahab was afraid. He knew it would come true. A drought was coming and there was nothing he could do about it. He was mad at Elijah for not returning to tell him everything was okay and that it would rain.
God told Elijah, “Go, hide at the brook of Cherith. You will be safe from King Ahab there. There is good water there and I will send ravens to bring food to you.” Elijah stayed there for a while but soon the drought dried up the little brook. Then God sent Elijah to Zarephath. God said, “There is a woman there who is a widow and her son. She will give you food and water.” Elijah went to Zarephath and and saw the woman standing near the gate. The woman looked poor but she quickly gave Elijah a drink. Then Elijah ask her for food. “I have no food,” said the widow. ” I was just gathering twigs to take home to build a fire and cook the last meal for my son and me,” said the widow.
“Make a cake for me and then one for you and your son,” said Elijah. Now the woman knew there was not enough meal and oil to make three cakes but she did what Elijah ask. To her surprise, she had enough to cook three cakes. Elijah thanked her and told her the meal and her jug of oil would not go dry during the famine. Sure enough, everyday the oil and meal was there to make cakes for them.
One day the widow’s son grew very ill and died. Elijah prayed to God three times for God to restore the boy’s life. God heard Elija’s prayer and soon the widow’s son opened his eyes. The poor widow was so happy to have her son back.
It was time for Elijah to move on. Elijah had warned the people about worshiping Jezebel’s idols and false gods. Jezebel got angrier and angrier upon hearing Elijah’s message. She decided to have Elijah put to death. Now Elijah was an old man. He ran all night to escape the wicked queen. He soon became exhausted and laid down in the wilderness and fell sound asleep. He thought he would surely die.
An angel came to Elijah and told him to get up and eat. The angel told him God had a big job for him. But Elijah was so tired he fell back asleep. Again the angel woke him and Elijah ate and began to restore his strength. He got up and began to climb the mountain where Moses had met God. God told Elijah to go and anoint Elisha as the next prophet. Elijah went to Elisha and anointed him. He knew it was time to die but before he would go he spent some time helping Elisha with his new role as prophet.
Then Elijah told Elisha it was time for him to go. They journeyed to the Jordan River. They traveled on
Suddenly out of the sky came a chariot and horses of fire. A great whirlwind came up and Elijah was taken up alive into the clouds. Elijah went to heaven in the chariot alive. Elisha knew that Elijah had went to be with God. For days people looked for Elijah, but of course, they could not find him!
I love learning about family history, but also the history of our country. It is amazing the gems of knowledge our forefathers drew from scripture when they set out to form a new government. Sadly our children do not get to learn these stories. Today …
I recently did a post about Naomi but I wanted to do a children’s version. My little granddaughter has asked Nana to share a Bible story about Naomi. So here goes.
There was a man named Elimelech who lived in Bethlehem. Judges ruled the land at this time. There was so many problems happening for God’s people. Most of all the famine was getting worse every day. So Elimelech told his wife Naomi and his two sons Mahlon and Chilion that they must move to a new land to find food for the family. So they loaded up all of their belongings and headed out. Now they came to a foreign country called Moab. This was not a country that loved God. In fact they worshiped idols. But Elimelech found food for his family and a place to live so they settled there. It was difficult for Naomi to raise her two sons in Moab, but Naomi never lost her love for God and worshiped Him every day.
One day Naomi’s husband died. She was sad, but she had her children to help her. Soon they were grown and both of them had gotten married. Their names were Ruth and Orpha. Naomi was happy to have her sons and daughter-in-laws. Naomi loved God too and continued to worship Him. Suddenly both of Naomi’s sons died. Naomi was so sad. She called her beautiful daughter-in-laws to her. “I am an old lady now,” she told them. I have nothing to offer you. It is time for you to return to your families. No one will marry me now and I can no longer have any children. You are both young and beautiful. You must find a new husband and start a new family. I am going to return to my home in Bethlehem.” They hugged each other and cried together. They were sorry to have to part. Orpha soon packed her bags and waved good bye. “Now you too must go Ruth,” Naomi said. But Ruth refused to go. “I will not leave you. I will go with you wherever you go. I want to worship your God,” said Ruth. Ruth had seen Naomi worship God every day and now she too loved God and worshiped him.
Finally Naomi agreed and the two women packed their bags and set out for Bethlehem. Naomi’s friends were so glad to see her. Naomi knew that she must figure out a way to provide for her and Ruth. Without a husband there was no way to make a living. Ruth was worried about how to help Naomi too. Ruth could see that it was harvest time. “Let me go into the field and glean the grain that is left behind?” Ruth asked Naomi. Naomi agreed and soon Ruth was picking up leftover grain in a nearby field.
The owner of the field saw Ruth and inquired who she was. One of his servants told the owner it was Naomi’s daughter-in-law. He instructed the workers to leave extra grain for Ruth to pick up.
Now Naomi was home worrying about Ruth. Ruth was a foreigner. What if she was turned away? What if she was mistreated? That evening Ruth walked through the door beaming, her arms full of grain. Ruth excitedly told Naomi how she had been gleaning in the field and the owner had been so kind as to leave extra grain for her. “Who was this man?” asked Naomi. “His Name was Boaz,” said Ruth. Naomi’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Of course, she knew Boaz! He was a relative of her husband. God was surely taking care of them.
Soon Ruth and Boaz were married. They had a new baby son. They named him Obed. His name means worshiper. The sadness in Naomi melted away. She had been so sad to lose her family. She had felt old and useless without a family to carry on her husband’s name. But now Ruth placed Baby Obed in her arms. Now Naomi had a child to help care for and a family to love and care for. Her friends all said, “The Lord has blessed you. Your daughter-in-law has given you a family.” Naomi loved and helped care for Obed and every day she worshiped God. Obed surely learned how to be a worshiper of God from Naomi. And he must have shared all of the wonderful stories and songs of worship with his grandson when he grew up. For his grandson was a true worshiper of God. His grandson was David. Yes, the same little shepherd boy who killed the giant. The same little boy who wrote many songs of worship. And generations later Jesus is born into this family of worshipers. How blessed they were to have Naomi. And oh, how much God had blessed Naomi!
Recently it has been such a changing time for everyone. Some have endured tradegy, others worry and fear and some trying to keep the norm. For all, it is difficult and trying times. John and I are trying to follow the guidelines and spending much time at home in prayer for those sick and those on the front lines.
Everyday I always check my Bible app the first thing each morning. It is like my word from God that day. However, since the start of this virus the verse never changes. It is the same everyday. This is the verse, “Behold I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth, shall ye not know it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. Isaiah 43:19. It never fails to cause a leap of joy every morning I read it. God is working and for the good of them that love him. The verse goes on to tell us that He remembers our sin no more. What a message of grace found in the old testament. God made a plan for all through His Son, Jesus.
I believe we are in a time of change, an amazing change. Throughout history each generation has experienced things that brought change. I am working on my family history during this stay home period. My grandmother had prepared a book with stories about her childhood. One of the questions she had responded to was what events did she remember the most? She named many from Pretty Boy Floyd to the flight of Amelia Earhart. But the thing she mention most and one that affected her most was the “fever” (Spanish flu), in early 1900s, that took her brother and his wife. This fever struck the whole country. For many this will be their story today with the coronavirus. They too will have a story to tell of loved ones they lost during this tragic season. But then you continue reading about all the inventions and events Grandmother experienced and saw in her life time, things which were bigger than her mind could have comprehended at that time. She lived from the 1800s and if she had lived 2 more months she would have lived into 2000. That is a lot of change.
In the last few decades our nation has exploded with new inventions and events. But there is more to come. Our mind cannot comprehend what God has in store for us ahead. WOW! We as Christian’s and yes a Christian nation founded solely on Biblical law and principals have so much to look ahead for. Whether here or our heavenly home, it will be greater than we can comprehend or even imagine now.
One of the changes I have made in my life recently is to thank God for things I cannot see, but know He is taking care of. It is amazing the difference it has made in my life. My prayer is for all the people of this great nation to rise up and give God praise and thanks for all that He has done, is doing and will do. “It is a new thing that shall spring forth!!”
I’m pretty much a planner both daily, monthly and yearly. I have heard rich people say they have to make a plan for each incoming deposit of money. Otherwise they end up wasting it and don’t have much to show for how they spent it. So I guess you could say that is how I feel about time. If I don’t plan I often waste it and time is far too precious to waste. But sometimes unexpected things come up. Saturday my son called to see if we could keep the kids Monday. The kids were out of school but they had to work. “Sure,” is always the answer to that question even if it is not in my plans. Some things are at the top of my time list and spending time with my grandkids is one. So Sunday evening three of my beautiful grandchildren spent the night.
We started Monday with blueberry pancakes. They were as delightful as they were delicious. Well most of us thought so. One beautiful grandbaby passed on Nana’s blueberry pancakes and ordered instead a bowl of cereal. Sunday night had been one of my favorite times. We read a couple of stories and then Nana told Bible stories. They kept wanting more stories and Nana just kept telling more. By 9:30 the stories ended and we said our good night prayers. What precious time. The next day we started the challenge of building and stocking a toy store. Oh yes. Anyone who knows me knows that my house has been turned into many different things. Kuzin Kamp, band parties, church youth parties, Christmas parties extravagant birthday parties, and just every day activities like a toy store have transformed our home. So Elijah and Nana were the architects who designed and built the store. We used all the building block material we had. The girls made signs and products to stock the store. It was a full morning job for all of us. But the results was well worth it.
The store was stocked with toys of all kinds and also a snack bar with candies, cookies and more. Many were made from the items on Nana’s craft shelf.
The shoppers hauled out bags and bags of goodies until Nana finally said, “It’s time to clean up and pack to go home.”
It was a perfect day except for the unexpected snow that started and made the trip home a bit difficult.
As I looked at my planner this morning the unexpected visit of my grandchildren was my favorite time of the week. I was reminded that our most important purpose is to reveal who God is through how we live. Recently I was looking back through pictures of costumes, plays, musicals, Kuzin Kamps, Bible Schools, kids programs at church and school, family parties and so much more. At first it seemed overwhelming. I had to wonder if through all those hours of activities had I truly reflected the image of God to others? Or had I been too focused on details and things? Had anything I said or did made a difference for anyone? Did my family, students and friends learn more about God through the activities I had planned and did? My prayer is that those whose path I crossed all those years saw Jesus in my life and that they too drew closer to God through our time and activities. What a wonderful time in life, time to share Jesus with my grandchildren, not just through stories but through my life. Our plan books may be filled with activities, but our focus should always be to make time to show others who Jesus is. Time is precious!
The year has passed so quickly. So many memories, so many blessings, so many problems all rolled into one year. And so much more to cram into these last few weeks. I love this time of year. I know it can be a difficult time with the loss of loved ones, but I know that they would not want us left here in saddness, but rather spreading joy and happiness to others just like they did with their time here on earth. My mother passed the week before Thanksgiving. She loved the holiday season. Cooking was a passion of hers and she not only did it well but loved doing it for others. I recently put together a cookbook of family recipes and so many were holiday dishes that she made.So yummy! And so much a part of the memories. This year I have so many plans to make some wonderful Christmas memories for our family. Today we were blessed with the opportunity to celebtate our veterans at Osage Beach where our grandchildren attend school. My husband got to share one of my first books, “The Shiny New Red Accordion”, a story about his time in Vietnam. There were huge smiles and big tears as veterans were honored and beautiful songs of our great soldiers and country were sang by the students. Beautiful program! Thank you students and staff of Osage Beach.Before all of my big holiday plans happens, I have a book to launch. There will be a Facebook Live party to celebrate the launch. “Sally the Cow” is being published and can be preordered right now. If you have not preordered you can go to Amazon to preorder. Get one for you, your friends, the library or your school. The book will come out the 22nd. I have had fun sharing the book.Thank you to all of you who have already preordered. Remember to go to Amazon after you get your book and leave a review of the book. Thank you thank you thank you!!!
Well the last time I posted I was on the closet floor surrounded by picture boxes looking for a very specific picture. It was a picture of our family pet cow. And a pet she was. Not everyone has a pet cow but if you grew up on a farm you know what I’m talking about. Every farm had a favorite milk cow.
Back in the day lots of farmers sold milk locally or had it picked up by a milk truck from a neighboring dairy. We recently found some of the milk jugs that milk was delivered in. They were in the attic of the old hen house. What a great find.
During my childhood it became important to pasteurize milk, so we bought a big tank that circulated hot water around the bucket of milk inside. It was pretty cumbersome but was praised as the safe way to prepare bacteria free milk. So we took on the daily task. Mother would hook up the hose to the faucet. It took a long time to heat and circulate the water in the big tank. But she patiently took out time each day to pasteurize our milk.
Cows, just like dogs and cats, have very distinct personalities. Some good and some not so good. If you grew up on a farm you will certainly connect with that fact. I’m sure you had your own beloved milk cow with dozens of stories about her. She was always there. You had to spend a few minutes twice a day with her come rain or shine. She provided delicious dishes from her milk; ice cream, butter, soups, hot chocolate and much more and she was always glad to see you. Oh and the best part for the farmer was that she always raised a big healthy calf because of her rich milk.
When my dad was a kid the family milk cow was Old Pearl. She gave lots of good milk and would stand patiently anytime, anywhere, while you milked her. Of course the kids learned to milk her since she was so agreeable and gentle. You could milk her most any where and she raised the best calves of the herd. She was always glad to see them in the morning and evening. Unfortunately Old Pearl was killed in the tornado that came through Benton County in the late 40s.
When I was growing up our favorite milk cow was Sugar Babe. We all learned to milk her. She too had this amazing gentleness. It was as if giving milk was her calling and she wanted to do her best. We could all milk her. She was always at the barn door at milking time. You did not have to go find her. We often liked to dress up our animals and I’m sure we tried a hat or bow on Sugar Babe at some point in time.
My husband’s family had a milk cow too, but you would not say she always did her best. Her name was Roany. When she was good she was really good. When she was bad she showed her other personality. It was thought she had an inner time clock. If you arrived to milk her at 5: o’clock she was perfect. She would stand patiently while you milked her. She would give lots of good milk. She did not seem to mind being milked at all.
If you arrived10 minutes late she would squirm and move around. She would need to relieve herself at a moment’s notice. The only warning that it was coming was her arched back. She swatted her tail in your face and in winter there was often a bit of ice frozen to the end of her tail. That really hurt when she swatted you. If it was rainy or you were dressed ready for school she was sure not go in the barn, so you ended up being late and usually having to clean some cow chips from your shoes or maybe even change clothes. She totally did not like his brother. They decided that he looked a lot like the vet. And she wanted nothing to do with that. You wouldn’t think that cows were that smart but think again.
While our boys were little we had Sally. My boys learned to milk Sally. She seemed to have a pretty extended vocabulary. You could tell her what you wanted her to do and she would do it. She followed us around when we went fishing, mushroom hunting, cutting wood or any other farm activities. She was our beloved cow. Sally was the farm pet that left us with so many fond memories.
So my excitement is the announcement of my children’s book version of Sally the cow written in her own poetic words. You can’t help but love Sally. If you are from a farm you can relate to her story. If you have never lived the farm life with a beloved milk cow, you will feel the love farmers have for their farm animals particularly their beloved milk cow.
If anyone ask we definitely live in the country, however there are so many other critters living here with John and I you might say we live in Critter City. Morning, midday or evening we can look out our window and see some of the critter residents here on the farm.There is Mama Turkey and all her babies. You can hardly see them in the picture, but there is about 8 of them. They like to peck around in the garden which is most annoying when you spent hours plowing, planting and watering. You can catch them in the evening on the wooded hillside in front of the house.Then there is Mr. Possum. Really quite harmless but can be found by the front door scrounging around for food and messing up the flower beds. If you scold him he just acts like he didn’t hear a thing. Usually it is late evening or early morning that he braves a stroll around the house.Then there is Mother Raccoon. She is not much of an issue until the corn comes on. She lives for that. The first night the corn is ready to pick she calls in all her kids and hillbilly cousins and their kids and then they party all night. By morning the corn field looks like a tornado had hit. She recently got caught in the garage with her four kids trying to get to the fish food.Our latest neighbor has an unusually large footprint. We haven’t actually met him / her yet and I’m not sure I want to. It definitely is not a farm cat or bobcat. Most likely a mountain lion. It has been heard in the neighborhood but not seen. I keep an eye out every time we take the chuck wagon out. Our red fox crosses by the back deck. He doesn’t seem frightened by us, but doesn’t stop to visit either.The yard is the playground to deer, squirrels, rabbits and birds There are squirrels all over the place. They climb up the trees, wave their tails and chatter to one another. They love
the acorns that fall around the front yard. This year we have a white squirrel that has moved in. The rabbits love nibbling the delicious foliage in and around my flower beds. They like the squirrels can be seen any time of day. The deer graze on the lush green grass that we keep freshly mowed. The birds nest
and call from the big oak trees that overhang the house and deck.A big groundhog has taken up residence near the house. He can occasionally be seen sitting on the deck leaning against the deck railing post. He doesn’t seem to mind that we scold him but will scatter as soon as we open the door. I have been unable to get his photograph yet
The pond provides housing for hundreds of fish, frogs, snakes, and turtles. The turtles sun bathe on the big logs floating along the shore. We feed the fish every day. As soon as they hear the motor of the chuck wagon they come in a big wave, ready to get some of the food. Frogs leap into the pond as we walk by. The snakes seldom show themselves and I’m good with that. Not a snake fan.There are many other critters too numerous to share them all. What a joy to live among the beautifully designed creatures that God created. I can’t imagine living anywhere else.
Life is filled with many blessings. Many we fail to even recognize or thank God for. Others are those things that encourage us, nurture us and impact our lives. Friends would certainly fall in that category. I have many I consider friends but one certainly measures the standard of a true friend.
We met many years ago. She and her sisters came to the same church I went to. We became friends quickly. We did not attend the same school so all of our activities were Christ centered. On Sunday we studied God’s Word together. On Wednesday nights we were part of GA’s. This was a program for girls. We memorized scripture, practicing together. I still know some of the scriptures we were required to learn. We participated in parties together, sang together, went swimming, skating, caroling, and many other activities.
I remember one Christmas party. We spent much of our time laughing talking and stringing popcorn to hang on the Christmas tree. The smell of cedar, hot chocolate and popcorn filled the room. The sound of talking, laughter and Christmas filled the air. Great memories.
During the summer I did babysitting for our pastor’s son. They had three beautiful children. My friend lived next door. That meant more time to enrich our Christian Friendship. During our teen years we were trained in discipleship training. We held early morning church services at the lake. People would come in their boats. How blessed we were to be trained in how to witness to others. We were taught how to share the gospel and defend the truths in the Bible.
After graduation life took us in different directions. Years passed. We both married and raised our families. We had not communicated for years. A few years before retiring, we moved back to my home area. We began attending my childhood church. They were celebrating 150 year reunion. I was able to reconnect with my friend. It was as if time had stood still and we had never missed all those years. What a blessing! We now keep in touch, lifting each other up in prayer, encouraging one another and celebrating our special moments together. Although we are miles apart our friendship is in our hearts.
And Karen if you are reading this page thank you for the best gift anyone could have, a true friend. Thank you for the cards, letters, words of encouragement and the special handmade gifts you give me. You are a true friend indeed.