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Photo Tales From the Crypt

somewhere in Ohio around 1992? we stayed with this couple once on deputation Mr. and Mrs. Brown they took us all around to see the sites including a frozen waterfall a Christmas in Virginia...  who are these two good looking fellows? on the couch in the famous multi-family Watkins missionary house near Piedmont in Winston-Salem. must have been a mean movie?

Girl Power

This Saturday found me getting up at the crack of dawn to head off to an area wide women's meeting of our local churches. Our local association of Baptist churches includes 6 churches and about 15 - 20 smaller congregations and works. Twice a year the ladies of these works meet for a special day dedicated to encouragement, prayer, missions and sisterhood stuff. The women of each host church work for months to prepare small gifts for each participant, door prizes and assorted gifts. Each woman comes prepared to give a monetary gift for a missions project. Reports from each work are given and an encouraging devotional is shared by a local speaker. Food is prepared for all - lunch, breakfast and supper. There are even goofy games and fun activities in the afternoon. It was hard for me to get away to go to this event. The day before this event it didn't seem like things were going to work out for me to go, but go I did. I was encouraged by other women, t...

Mother is Always There...

Your mother is always with you… She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She’s the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not well. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s crystallized in every tear drop. She’s the place you came from, your first home… She’s the map you follow with every step that you take. She’s your first love and your first heart break… and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, Not space… Not even death… will ever separate you from your mother… You carry her inside of you… I saw this little poem this morning.  It's author is unknown.  Just felt like reposting it here.  Not a day goes by where some moment during the morning or afternoon, I think of my mother, and my Daddy, too.  I'm glad for the heritage of spiritual training and love I received from my family that has brought me and guided me through my years of Chr...