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Category Archives: Old Age
Thanksgiving Blessing
At the age I am now I find myself blessed and more than that thankful to God for those blessings. I find myself surrendering more each day to the things of God. I just want His preeminence in my life. … Continue reading
Just Know
Just know that God is God The answer to all questions great and small It is truly not odd He knows before you ask questions few or all I have one thing to impress this evening. Know that God is. … Continue reading
Leave The Door Open
I’ve wrestled with this over the last twelve years. Should I close the door or should I keep it open. By that, I mean my sons. I have two sons, both in the mid-forties. Both are married for several years. … Continue reading
Posted in Children, Christian, Common Sense, Divorce, Family, Follow God, God's Calling, God's direction, Home, Love, Maturity, Mental Health, Old Age, Patience, Ponderings, Priorities, Sobering Thoughts, Spiritual
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I Know, I Know. But. . .
Okay. I’m guilty. I don’t write much any more. The question is why. The answer is simple. I had to go back to work. I now work seventy hours every two week pay period. Not only that I’ve gone back … Continue reading
Posted in Abundant life, Biblical teaching, Christian, Follow God, God's Calling, God's direction, Mission Work, Old Age, Ponderings, Possibilities, Sobering Thoughts, Spiritual, Spiritual Growth, Spiritual Investments
Tagged Go for it, God has your plan, Never too late, No giving up, Open to God
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What Would I Tell My Dad?
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
Posted in Christian, church, Days in Small, Death, Divorce, Dreams, Family, God's Calling, Health, Home, Human Touch, Love, Maturity, Memories, Mental Health, Old Age, Patience, Ponderings, Possibilities, Prayer, Priorities, Respect for Life, Sadness, Salvation, Sobering Thoughts, Spiritual, Spiritual Growth, Spiritual Investment, Spiritual Investments
Tagged #dad, #ministry calling, #overcoming
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Ain’t Got Me Yet
Let’s see, I’ve had the Red measles, Black measles, German measles, mumps, chicken pox, my mom told me the docs told her I also had a mild case of small pox and an assortment of other diseases. I almost went … Continue reading
End of a Year and End of a Decade
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
Posted in Abundant life, Christian, Christian Mission, church, Divorce, Dreams, Family, God's Calling, Home, Love, Maturity, Memories, Mental Health, Old Age, Patience, Ponderings, Possibilities, Prayer, Priorities, Sobering Thoughts, Soulmate, Spiritual, Spiritual Growth, Spiritual Investment, Spiritual Investments, Welcome!, Work
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Wow
November is well on now, yet it has been a very eventful month. And not in a good way I might add. My cousin passed away suddenly on a Sunday morning. She had been dealing with cancer for a few … Continue reading
Stale Perception
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
I Could Be Angry, But I’m an Adult Male
An open door appeared to me for an area of ministry to disciple men. It’s with a major Christian organization. But after one phone call from their representative his words, not mine, are come back and see us in three … Continue reading