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Category Archives: Memories
At this point in life I find myself with a peculiar thought. I turned seventy years old this year. May dad passed away at the age of sixty. This being the last day of 2020 I look in retrospect of … Continue reading
All my life I thought I had things figured out. But of late, I’ve found yet another level of this life that God has opened to me. I’m at a point where I’m separating myself from what I used to … Continue reading
It seems like only yesterday I was sixty. That was 2010. Now approaching seventy I’ve found a plethora of changes have occurred not only in my mental state, but physical as well. No longer youthful, even as I presumed so … Continue reading
This morning a young lady ministered in our morning service to start the October theme of Phobias. Phobias are simplistically a form of unnatural fear. Part of the explanation was directed into an area I found to explain something I’ve … Continue reading
Hugs. I never experienced them growing up. What is a hug? I did a quick research and found there is a list of types of hugs. Namely 11 from one particular place I looked. I didn’t know there were so … Continue reading
My wife asked me a couple of days ago why I tell so much about myself on my blog. My answer is simple. There are people in this world who have, are and will be going through things in life … Continue reading
Hey ya’ll. I’ve had a lot more going on that I have ever anticipated. I’m a school bus driver and been on a summer route a bit, but more than anything else, my wife and I were planning a mission … Continue reading
I was just sitting down to my computer and I play Christian music 95% of the time and the song by Hillsong “Starts and Ends” began to play and the phrase “Lay your burden down” caught my attention. God knows … Continue reading
Someone asked the question as to what one remembers about their grandmother. My dad’s mom and dad lived next to us when I grew up. My granddad died when I was seven and I loved him dearly. But grandmother was … Continue reading