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PSALM 100:1-5 Make a joyful noise unto the Lord all ye lands Serve the Lord with gladness Come before his presence with singing Know ye that the Lord he is God It is he that hath made us and not we ourselves We are his people and the sheep of his pasture Enter into his gates with thanksgiving and into his courts with praise Be thankful unto him and bless his name For the Lord is good His mercy is everlasting And his truth endureth to all generations (First published on November 26, 2014)
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THANKSGIVING (1977) Dear Heavenly Father We thank thee For blessings so richly bestowed For this year's Indian Summer For peace at home and abroad wherever it may be found For family members wherever they may be For America, the gift of grace to all For the new year that awaits us and beckons us to grow For little children that keep us young For sore trials that have softened our hearts and deepened our dependency upon thee For thy Holy Spirit who comforts us beyond our understanding For the hope and assurance of life eternal you Son gives to us In the name Of Jesus Christ Our friend. Amen (The following is one of a series of articles we wrote while taking what became known to our family in 1977 as our Great Western Trek, as we travelled from Maryland to Utah.) GOTHENBURG, NEBRASKA Gothenburg, Nebraska is a small, pretty little town about fifty miles east of North Platte. The folks take pride in showing off the tiny way station that was used by many a Pony Express rider during the years of 1860-61. Delivering the mail in those parts at that time was considered to be highly risky. In fact one advertisement read... "Wanted...Young, skinny, wiry fellows not over 18. Must be expert riders willing to risk death daily. Orphans preferred". While at the station , my wife bought me a little money pouch. On the outside are stamped these words..."My husbands allowance." (Humm, wonder if she's trying to tell me something.) PSALM 40:1,2,3,16 I waited patiently for the Lord and he inclined his ear unto me and heard my cry He brought me up also out of an horrible pit out of the miry clay and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings And he put a new song in my mouth and even praise unto our God Many shall see it and fear and shall trust in the Lord Blessed is the man that maketh the Lord his trust and respecteth not the proud and such as turn aside to lies Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee Let such as love thy salvation say continually The Lord be magnified TOP DRAWER Recently, Billy (age 8) brought home a school newspaper article about "Snappy Socks." It appears that someone has invented socks that snap together so they won't get lost in the washing machine or dryer. In our present time of perilous tumbles, unexpected turns and spins that often leave us high and dry, it is no wonder we often feel mismatched with life and those around us. The adversary just seems to take delight in socking it to us and turning our lives inside out. He would have us believe that no one gives a darn about us. But, this just isn't sew. There is someone who really cares a great deal about us. He wants us to pair up with him and and cling to him that we might always be found in the top drawer. (This article was written in 1977, a long time ago, so far away) (The following is one of a series of articles we wrote while taking what became known to our family in 1977 as our Great Western Trek, as we travelled from Maryland to Utah.) ARIZONA HORSESHOES Our suitcases are loaded with many wonderful mementos and souvenirs. But, one of our most prized acquisitions is a sackful of five old rusty Arizona horseshoes. We were given these shoes while visiting some of our closest friends whom we knew while living for a few years in Oklahoma. These shoes recollect former days of friendly family get-togethers, missionary journeys, hearts and spades. These shoes represent lives and loves, kinship and friendship unbroken by time or distance. We are glad we were able to swing by and visit our old friends, Dennis and Juanita Smith and their family. Just some old rusty horseshoes, but we shall treasure them well. PSALM 39:1,7,8,9,12 I said that I would take heed to my ways that I sin not with my tongue I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is with me And now my Lord what wait I for? My hope is in thee Deliver me from my transgressions Make me not the reproach of the foolish Hear my prayer, O Lord and give ear unto my cry Hold not thy peace at my tears for I am a stranger with thee and a sojourner as all my fathers were WAXAHACHIE?! During our Western Trek, we picked up several newspapers which illustrated the diversity of activities available to those with the adventuring spirit. For example ... At the Astrodome in Houston, Texas... The Second Annual Gumbo Cook Off. June 24...National Fink Day in Fink, Texas. Paul Valley, Oklahoma...World Championship Watermelon Seed Spitting Contest. Waxahachie...World Championship Cabrito Cook Off...Includes the cook off, cow chip throwing , goat pill flipping, and music. And of course...Hannibal, Missouri... Tom Sawyer Days...National Fence Painting Contest. Whoever you are, wherever you are, we hope you are able to enjoy some of our more colorful Americana. INDIAN SUMMER The moon appears five feet wider The aroma of dry burning leaves releases memories of our yesteryears The multicolored trees and shrubs line our streets and highways The vibrancy of the evening breezes send an air of expectancy coursing through our veins and sinews We sense and see that change is taking place everywhere in nature And if in nature, why not us Time to throw away our old leaves in preparation for the new as the winter winds begin to blow PSALM 38:3,18,20,21,22 There is no soundness in my flesh because of my iniquity Neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin I will declare my iniquity I will be sorry for my sin They that render evil for good are mine adversaries because I follow the thing that is good Forsake me not, O Lord O my God be not far from me Make haste to help me O Lord My salvation |
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