Thought of the Day–6/21/17

Time

Thought of the Day—Time—It’s a precious commodity so spend it wisely; for once it is spent, you can never buy it back.  Most of us think we have more time than we actually have.  We can never make time, but only take the time.  Therefore, watch out for those who want to steal your time away…and remember, the time invested knowing God, doing His will and loving others is never wasted time but time well spent with eternal dividends…

Thought of the Day–6/20/17

Clouded Picture

Thought of the Day—Seldom, if ever do we get to clearly see the big picture God has designed for our lives; we have to fully trust that He knows what is best for us.  You COULD argue that trust needs to be earned; but don’t you trust Him enough with the next inhalation of air in your lungs or your next heart beat? What will it take for you to start trusting God?

Thought of the Day–6/19/17

Sunset

Thought of the Day—When was the last time you permitted yourself to be still, if only for a moment, to allow God to just hold you in His arms?  For such is the secret of the sunset, or the fallen tree in the woods, or the sandy beach on the shoreline, or perhaps even your back deck…anywhere can be the sanctuary you need to just be still and know that He Is God and you are loved…

Thought of the Day–6/18/17

Dad and Jennifer

Thought of the Day—Don’t attempt to be a good father who just provides, but strive to be a great Dad who prays over his children, who knows their preference for PB & J over bologna, who knows exactly what each of his children wants to be when they grow up.  Endeavor to succeed in fatherhood as if your children were the greatest accomplishments in your life; for in fact, they are…

Throwback Thursday Mystery

Robbins Road back porch

A few days ago, I was going through some old pictures when I ran upon a photo with my brother Tom and sister, Jennifer that literally snatched me out of the present and pulled me into a part of the past I didn’t necessarily want to go…

Some time ago, our family lived in a small clapboard house in the rural setting of Robbins Road, which was outside the city limits of Nelsonville, Ohio.  I was the youngest of six and we lived in this quaint cottage (OK, so it was a shack) until I was eight, so I don’t have an abundance of memories instilled in my mind concerning this place.  However, I kept having a recurring dream/nightmare of hurrying along the path between the back porch and our detached “facilities”, commonly called an outhouse.  Something was lumbering along behind me and I was running as fast as I could to reach the back porch and the door that led to safety.  I desperately tried to open the kitchen door, but it was locked as the monster or whatever it was crept ever so closer. I never looked back as the fiend reached me but, I would wake up in a cold sweat, never knowing what the predator was or what it looked like.

Fast forward more than a few decades.  I had some time ago stopped having this particular dream as I grew up and life moved on.  My family gathered at our parent’s home for some event and the siblings were all gathered around sharing memories.  Someone mentioned this dream they used to have that sounded remarkably similar to my own.  The room grew quiet as one after another sibling chimed in that they had also had the very same dream.  We were all amazed and at the same time, taken aback as the realization hit all of us; for there was an eighteen and a half year span from the oldest to the youngest sibling.

To this day, my youngest sister can’t sleep at night unless all of her limbs are unexposed and secured under the blankets of safety, still cautious of whatever lurks beyond.  Call it coincidental, perhaps a subliminal memory gone awry, but each of us knows what we remember and it is still an unsettling source of an unsolved mystery.

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