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We came out to the barn on that cold January morning to find the cows’ waterer broken, the water flooding the barn and icing over. It was a huge mess.
My dad cussed. “Not again! This is the third time this week!”
The waterer had a small . . .
No new insights about God in 2012, for God is love, and the truest expression of love is that He sent us a friend and way-shower – Jesus.
If we follow the example of Jesus, we will be in paradise.
All of us – all nations – will be dancing and singing . . .
Joyce Wheeler Rusty was on the alert. His eyes scanned the horizon around the camp, watching for his enemies, wolves and sheep-rustlers. Something was different about that night-he could smell it in the air. His senses told him that unseen forces were . . .
Was there ever a time when the holidays were not busy? Probably not. I suppose if we went back to the very first Christmas we would find a great deal of hurried busyness: Joseph was out sitting in the garage on the donkey, honking the saddle horn, . . .
I love the beautiful music of the Christmas season and all the glorious lights and colors, the decorated Christmas trees, getting together with family and friends.
Long after the Christmas lights are taken down and gifts exchanged, there is one light . . .
Sorority High Jinxes—This year’s deer hunt was a smashing success. The hunting was excellent, the weather perfect and Dave was able to spend some time with his dad’s other son, named Dave, who’s 32 years his senior. The last . . .
The days are growing shorter, and the fields are growing browner as late fall makes its way through our hills. Rather than mourn the passing of the dead cold year, we can lay her down to sleep, cover her with a blanket of brown leaves and a coverlet . . .
‘TIS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS
‘Tis the week before Christmas and my fingers are sore
from cutting and binding and quilting and more.
The ideal is to be done some time in November
It ain’t going to happen, not this year, not ever.
The . . .
One word stands out when you ask fans of the writer Dennis E. Hensley to describe him: prolific. During his career, Hensley has published more than 50 books and 3,000 newspaper and magazine articles. His work includes eight novels, textbooks on . . .
And Mary “treasured up all things and pondered them in her heart….”
That continues to be what I do as I reflect on what took place in my life, now many years ago in a “far and distant land.” Relax, grab a hot cup of tea, . . .
Before the party ended, Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) asked his Dad, “Hey, Pop! Can I borrow the “Flying Circus” and take Aura for a night sail?”
“Of course,” said the captain, “A servant supplicates, . . .
“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 made us and now we ourselves; we are His people and the sheep of His pasture.
“Enter . . .
BUGGY AND ME: A LOVE STORY
Veterans Day 2011: how could a day that started so right-end up so heart-breaking wrong?
The day started as usual about 5:15 a.m., feline fur child Sabrina steadily makes her way up my body as I lay in bed. She stops to knead . . .
St. Joseph-St. Elizabeth School hosted its 2011 Cultural Voyage on November 22. The St. Joseph’s campus 5th through 8th graders and their teachers transformed each classroom into some aspect of an ancient civilization. The ancient civilizations . . .
One thing I learned from my Native American heritage: In God We Trust.
We always have and always will.
He taught us Indians to have respect for all creation and for us to take care of Mother Earth – nourish, love and protect her, and she . . .
I was reminded recently that the only thing growing in my family tree are fruits and nuts. Personally, I am not sure if I am a fruit or a nut. Just do not ask my wife.
I had been away for so long I had forgotten many things about my family. My recent . . .
Steve slowly saddled his horse, Old Snort, and climbed stiffly aboard in the cold snap of morning. He pulled his hat down a little lower and pulled the wild rag up to cover his nose and mouth from the morning chill.
How many mornings had he done this?
As . . .
Jini, Aura and Enzo climbed into Jini’s dinghy. Aura started the motor and Enzo cast off the painter-they were headed for the fish boil. The brilliant Caribbean sun was low on the azure horizon and the ocean was like glass as Aura pointed the . . .
Dear Lord:
Thanksgiving Day is almost here, and I’ve been thinking of your many blessings. It’s just not on this day that I remember how you daily load us with benefits, but every day of my life. I thank you for them.
The first thing I think . . .
FABRIC AND FRIENDS FIRST BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION
I heard about it for months.
“Have you seen the new quilt shop in Roanoke?”
“It has a man-cave.”
“The fabric selection is huge.”
Even my non-quilting friends were raving about . . .
A man went to his rabbi and complained, “There are ten of us living in one room. Life is unbearable! What can I do?” The rabbi answered, “Go home and take your goat into the room with you.” The man was incredulous; but the rabbi . . .
I have a friend who has a store in North Webster called Native Images. Her name is Kellie. She is a good Native American woman, even though she’s not a Mohawk. 🙂 I love talking with her, and you will also, so when you visit her store, tell . . .
My first wife came from a ranching family way back up in the hills of central California and had a cousin, Ted, who was a hounddog man. This made him akin to Evel Knievel with a pack of pooches.
I talked my way into hunting with him, of course.
All went . . .
The other day, I was reading a newspaper article about how cashiers are irreplaceable and that some grocery stores are scrapping the self-serve checkouts.
I thought about how that relates to one’s faith.
There are times that we certainly need a . . .
Dave, everybody called him Shark Boy and Aura were headed back down the coral path to the dinghy when suddenly Dave stopped. “A penny for your thoughts, Sweet Prince,” said Aura. Dave blushed when he realized what she had said, but he remained . . .
SOMETHING TOLD
THE WILD GEESE
By Rachel Lyman Field
Something told the wild geese
It was time to go;
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, -‘snow’.
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
. . .
STITCHING FOR OUR VETERANS: QUILTS OF VALOR
This will be a special Veteran’s Day-11/11/11. It was on this the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918 that WW I, the war to end all wars, came to an end. When legislation was passed in 1938, November . . .
This is the third of four parts of the story that completes the mystery of the Moai statue found on Lower Huntington Road in Waynedale.
My brother–in–law Matt helped develop the launch pad I would need to pour the mold. The mold stands eight feet . . .
In my meditation, dream time, and prayer time, I told God that I want to serve Him, but I’m confused. I follow the Red Road, and there are Christians who say I’m wrong and that I’m lost.
God answered and said, “I’m called . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) closed his cell phone and was emotionally torn between staying at the boat shack with his dad, NY Dan and Big Jesse, and returning his mom’s dinghy, but he knew his mother and Aura needed him.
“I have . . .