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Observer…11-10-25 I am a people observer. I notice those around, try to pay attention to details, and love to see joy shine from within. Sometimes what people don’t say rings louder than what their voices do. In some faces, I see joy and peace. In some, I see anxiety, worry, and sadness. I often say a prayer for a renewal of God’s spirit and love for the hard times in those around. Philippians 4:7: "And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hea

God’s Paintbrush…11-9-25 God used His hand as a paintbrush and created a masterpiece in every shade and every color. This time of year reveals His beauty in broad strokes. I drive down the road and can’t help but see God in every photo. The trees are vibrant in orange, crimson, yellows, greens, reds, and browns. Each shape, color, tree, shrub, and bush are a reminder that He is present in all things. His majesty truly is a symphony in every sense. I see glory of God around me

My Turtle…11-8-25 Our grandson loves soccer. He has played since he was 4 years old. This is his 6th season. For the first two years they had no goalie because of their age. Then his 3rd and 4th years, he was goalie. This last two years, he has played various positions. He is slower than the others, but his heart is strong in his love for the game. He runs his hardest. Today was his last soccer game of the 2025 season. His mom and dad are out of town. He asked me last night

“Moppy, I’m hungry.”…11-7-25 This boy never gets full. He eats, and then not 10 minutes later it’s “Moppy, I’m hungry.”. I try to make sure I have yogurt, apples, cheese sticks, and other good snacks. Sometimes though, he gets sweets. A friend mentioned Wednesday night that she needed to be fed. As Christians, we get hungry. Our soul needs nourishment. We need food that sustains and nurtures our spirit. We need the nourishment that can only be obtained through His word. Ma

OCC…11-6-25 Last night, our church had its annual OCC Children’s packing party. My grandson gets into this, as does all the children. They take care and intentionality into each item that is placed in every box they pack. The youth work with the smaller kids to make sure they include essential items. The mission of OCC is clear to the kids. They want the children to have a great Christmas, and want them to feel loved. Most importantly, they want each child to know who Jesus i

The Battle Within...11-5-25 I have always heard it said that the hardest battles we fight are not with what we can see, but what we cannot. I can completely relate to this. Everyone around us is fighting a battle that we don't see. Everyone around is fighting for something or against something. We all have struggles. We all have trials and tribulations. It is in who fights the battle for us that makes the difference in each of our lives. I have made no attempt to hide th

Imagine The Possibilities…11-4-25 I look at a piece of wood and see what it can be. Give me an image, my jigsaw, my wood and the possibilities are endless. I don’t see the imperfections that are so evident within this image. I know the paint, pattern, and colors will change the appearance. I think we are seen by God much like I see this piece of wood. Boundless possibilities of life and fulfilling His ministry. He covers the imperfections with his blood. He gives us hope of a

Who do you say I am? 11-3-25 In Matthew 16:13-16, Jesus asked His disciples a simple question. Well, maybe it seemed simple, but it was a deep and meaningful question. “When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, “Who do people say the Son of Man is?” They replied, “Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets.” “But what about you?” he asked. “Who do you say I am?” Simon Peter answered, “You a

Winter Blubber…11-2-25 While at the grocery store, our grandson asked my husband and I if we were trying to put on our “winter blubber” as we were buying groceries. Even the young checkout lady grinned at this. You see, perspectives are everything. I love the perspective of a child. They understand the simplicity of each situation. Wouldn’t it be great if all people understood how simple salvation was? If the faith and acceptance of a child could be extended to adults? Adult

Me or Thee…11-1-25 I sat at a young man’s funeral watching a video slide show. Picture after picture appeared on the screen of his children and the man. The love apparent in every photo. I think of our Father's love for us. A love so deep that He sent His own son to endure cruelty like none I can fathom. He suffered at the hands of men that He sought to save from an endless torture in Hell. Every single time I read John 3:16, I am struck again by the overwhelming love that My