Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Beautiful Feet

Lots of scampering, skittering, skating feet this week.
Some in flip-flops, some in tennis shoes, others just in skin.
Children's Sweet Feet

Smaller feet, bigger feet wading into the water of God’s love, testing, trying, and perhaps grabbing the hand of Jesus for the first time, holding fast to step out onto the water with Him.

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path” (Psalm 119:105).



“He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to stand on the heights” (Psalm 18:33).


“You have not handed me over to the enemy but have set my feet in a spacious place” (Psalm 31:8).


“He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand” (Psalm 40:2).


“Praise our God, O peoples, let the sound of his praise be heard; he has preserved our lives and kept our feet from slipping” (Psalm 66:8-9).


“When I took a long, careful look at your ways, I got my feet back on the trail you blazed” (Psalm 119:59 The Message).




"Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness inplace, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace..." (Ephesians 6:14).
Recently, my husband, Jerry and I were lost in an unfamiliar area trying to reach a friend's home. We knew we were close, but still couldn't quite figure it out even with GPS. As I pondered our predicament, through a wooded area, I saw only the feet of some kids playing basketball and recognized one set as those belonging to our friend's son, Drew.
"I see Drew's feet," I said. "We're close."
"How do you know they're Drew's feet?" Jerry asked.
I couldn't answer. I just knew they were.
So we followed a trail to that house which did indeed turn out to be our friend's.
More than I knew Drew's feet, God sees our feet, where they've been, where they are now, and where they're going.
For all these small ones, we pray the Lord would determine their steps (Proverbs 16:9) and guide their feet in his way.
“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, ‘Your God reigns” (Isaiah 52:7)

Monday, June 25, 2012

Changing My Mind Now


I’ve always had opinions about end of life things. Strong ones. And I haven't been open to much discussion on the subject.

I thought if you planned your funeral, it meant that you were giving up.

And I don’t plan to ever give up.

But after my friend Marilyn’s service, I left with a different view.

Every scripture, every song—all but the minister’s sermon were selected by her.

Now, I still think that some folks are too quick to accept any negative news, to become hopeless and don’t pray and seek the Lord, as they ought. But for sure, Marilyn was not one of those. She even suggested a healing service in her church, which introduced so many to the amazing healing power of the Lord. She lived far longer than anyone imagined she would with her difficult illness. But, somehow, she knew her end was near. So she wrote letters to her family, and planned the order of worship for her memorial.

This past Saturday, I sat on the edge of my seat during her service, writing down the scripture references, not wanting to miss any words she had to share.



After it was all done, I realized she had but one message in her life and in her death, and that message was Jesus.  

What she did for me even after she’d gone to be with the Lord, is what she’d always done for me when she lived. She pointed to the only One who could make a difference in our lives. And for me, it was one more precious, precious, gift from her to me.

So, I’m changing my mind about preplanning memorial services. It’s a good thing when we can make sure we leave those we love with one final message of the saving grace of Jesus.

The last song in the service was the one below. I’ve played it about a dozen times since Saturday afternoon. Perhaps, in some way, it can be Marilyn’s gift to you, too.

"Jesus answered, 'Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life" (John 4:13-14).

 

Friday, June 22, 2012

Walk with Me and a Huge Round of Applause

Received a new camera for my birthday—still a point and shoot, but higher pixels and greater zoom. Couldn’t wait to try it out, so walk with me.




Dunes




Surf




In worship of the creator of this artistry I turned to Psalm 96 in The Message. I loved the translation so much, I wanted to share the whole thing, but I’ll just start at verse 9. If you have a chance, read the entire chapter.
"Bravo, God, Bravo!

Everyone join the great shout; Encore!

In awe before the beauty, in awe before the might.

Bring gifts and celebrate,

Bow before the beauty of God, Then to your knees—everyone worship!

Get out the message—God Rules!

He put the world on a firm foundation; He treats everyone fair and square.

Let’s hear it from Sky

With Earth joining in,

And a huge round of applause from Sea.

Let Wilderness turn cartwheels,

Animals, come dance,

Put every tree of the forest in the choir—

An extravaganza before God as he comes,

As he comes to set everything right on earth..."

No matter what's happening in your life, take the time for a walk. Notice, the amazing detail in all that God has done. It helps to realize that he watches over our lives with the same attention.
I'm hearing that huge "round of applause from Sea" right now.
"Bravo, God."


Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Remembering Marilyn

Just last night, I learned one of the most beautiful souls ever to dwell on earth has departed for heaven after a long battle with cancer. Her name was Marilyn Williamson, and I came to know her as a participant in something called Lay Witness Missions (LWM).

Over the past decades, the LWM movement has been used to bring renewal and is responsible for so many coming to know the Lord. I personally know several. In fact, a man who witnessed to my husband prior to his turning back to God did so because he himself had surrendered his life to Jesus on a LWM.
The way LWM’s work is at the request of a church, a coordinator, which in this case happens to be Marilyn’s husband Dick, assembles a team of folks who go into a church for a weekend of sharing their personal testimonies. I’ve participated in dozens of these missions across the years.

A lay witness team at Thomson UMC prepares for ministry. I"m in the back standing with my daughter in my hands while Marilyn sits in front of me in the grey jacket.

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At Thomson UMC again, one of the largest teams I've ever participated with. I'm there on the second row with my daughter, again,  and Marilyn is in front of me wearing the blue sweater. .

Marilyn usually led the women’s group on Saturday afternoon during these weekends and exemplified I Peter 3:4 for she was in all the years I knew her a woman in possession of “…the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit…”

On those Saturday afternoons, she would often read a piece by M.R. deHaan II, founder of Radio Bible class and editor of Our Daily Bread. Through the years, it became one of my favorite readings and a while back, I asked her if I might have a copy, because I could not find it online or in print. When I received it in the mail, I pasted it in the back of one of my daily devotional books. I read it often, and when I do, I think of Marilyn because I believe it speaks to her heart for God.

I share a portion of it with you here:

“At 4 years of age I made one of the most important decisions I will ever make. Before I was old enough to know any other alternative, I accepted Christ as my Savior.

Do I resent the fact that I was encouraged to make such a choice before understanding my options? No. The last 33 years have confirmed the rightness of that decision. Not only has the Lord shown Himself faithful in meeting my deepest needs, but I’ve not found a reasonable alternative.

If God didn’t make me, I don’t know who did. If Jesus can’t bring me to God, I don’t know who can. If He doesn’t carry me safely through death, I don’t know how I’ll ever get out of this world alive. If Christ was not who He claimed to be I have no explanation for how He did what He did.

If He does not keep His word then I don’t know who I can trust when it comes to the subject of God. If He did not pay for my sins then I am as good as dead. If I cannot be accepted into heaven on His good name and merits, I certainly will not get there on my own. If He didn’t rise physically from the dead, I don’t know why His disciples were willing to die for their claim that He did. If He didn’t rescue me from the controlling power of my own selfishness, I don’t know who can.

 In every case, I have found reason to trust Christ for the answer to life’s ultimate questions. And as I have trusted him, He has changed me.

If you have not yet come to know him, I invite you to join me in finding all that you will ever need or could ask for in Jesus, the Lord, the Son of God.

Will you pray as simply as I first did in your own words?

Lord Jesus, I have sinned. I believe you died for me to pay for those sins. I accept you as my personal Savior. I believe your Word, which says ‘All that the Father giveth Me shall come to Me, and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out” (John 5:37).

Marilyn devoted her life to helping others know Christ more fully by teaching and example. I have no doubts that Jesus carried Marilyn out of this world alive to God and that she was accepted into heaven on His good name and merits.

You might want to print this post, put it in the back of your Bible or devotional book, and perhaps share it with your friends. Who knows how the Lord would use this favorite reading of Marilyn’s to help someone find their way to Him.

And if He does, I also have no doubt that nothing would have made Marilyn happier.

Her encouragement, her smile, and that lovely sweet spirit will be immeasurably missed. But, how good to know for all who have “…found reason to trust Christ for life’s ultimate questions, ” we shall see her again, not just for a weekend of testimony sharing, but for an eternity of rejoicing in all that God has done.
With much love, Marilyn, until we meet again.

Monday, June 18, 2012

An Eagle, the Marsh, and When We Grow Weary


My husband, Jerry and I recently returned from a few days on the island where my book, Give My Love to the Chestnut Trees, is set-- one of our favorite barrier islands. I don’t know what it is about the narrow strip of rivers and marsh which separates the main land from the mound of earth called St. Simons. All I know is the moment I hit the Torres causeway leading to the island, troubles start to slide right off me.







We attended a touching wedding while there and as always loved the opportunity to be part of such a special day. We brought our bikes and on our last day after breakfast, we took the long way back to the hotel.

We passed a bird watching type standing by his bicycle at the edge of the marsh. When I saw him, I scanned the trees for a painted bunting, the bird I thought at the top of my “most want to see” list. Maybe this man had sighted the brilliant elusive fowl. But as we continued along the marsh, I realized he had been looking up, so I stopped my bicycle and turned my eyes skyward.

There silhouetted against the cloud dotted heavens, I saw him—my first Eagle.

Oh, I’ve seen Eagles before—rescued Eagles in zoos standing on wooden perches unable to fly, eyeing their onlookers with justifiable suspicion. But, I’d never seen one like this--majestic, swooping, wheeling, surveying a vast kingdom over which he was the undeniable feathered head. The seven to eight foot spread, white head and tail made for an unquestionable spotting.


I did a little research and found east of the Rockies, the bald Eagle only inhabits the Great Lakes Region, northern Maine, the water’s edge of the Eastern Seaboard, and Florida. My lifelong habitation in the foothills of the Blue Ridge accounts for my never having seen one in the wild. My sighting made me think of a John Denver song. To avoid any copyright infringement, I’ll paraphrase. The line I’m thinking about refers to a person being impoverished if they’ve never seen one of these majestic birds on the wing. Now, I understand more fully what Denver meant. I still want to see a painted bunting, but no bird could compare with the Eagle.


I also have a deeper understanding of Isaiah 40:31, “...but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” I’ve quoted that verse so many times, but now I have a real picture to go with it. If we put our trust and hope in the Lord, we’ll be the ones swooping and soaring as well as running and walking with strength and endurance.


I wish I’d had the presence of mind to take a picture, but I was so awestruck, all I could do was gape. But the mighty Eagle will continue to fly in my memory, and when I find myself growing weary—I’ll remember those few moments we had at the marsh.

A huge Bald Eagles nest we saw in another location, the South Carolina low country.


Edited repost from the archives.

Friday, June 15, 2012

When You Can't Get it in Gear


Was I not sitting here in this chair less than a month ago writing about having to call emergency roadside assistance?

Today, after doing a little Father’s Day shopping, I returned to my car, cranked it, and found the gearshift would not work. Not in park, neutral, or drive.


I turned the motor off and tried again. The gearshift flew back and forth on the steering column like a waving flag.

~sigh~

So, I called the folks who’ve come to my rescue now twice in less than thirty days. They assured me they’d be on site in less than forty-five minutes with a tow truck.

When we talk about not being able to “get it in gear,” we usually mean we can’t seem to get going, we need to try harder, or something’s holding us back. We admonish ourselves to keep striving and push a little more.

But maybe, God has something better.

Today when I couldn’t “get it in gear,” I found a place to wait for the wrecker on a little bench just inside the store I’d left. As I waited, I prayed the repair wouldn’t be costly, and tried to imagine what God might bring out of me being stuck.

As time passed, I observed the coming and going of a busy shopping day and folks who definitely had it “in gear.”

Sitting to the side, hardly anyone noticed me as they whizzed past in a blur of shopping zeal. I seemed to blend into the background like furniture for all of them—except a few—the tiny ones. They’d meander by, give me a smile, and wave. Every moment a moment of wonder.

I had to ask myself which one I’d been earlier when I entered the store. Probably one of the whizzers. But I’m aiming to be more like the child wonderers.

I can lead the parade for those who have too much on their lists, but I’m making an honest effort to stop and just take in God’s amazing handiwork---to live in the precious now. When people ask me how I am, I no longer say, “We’re busy, busy.” Because being busy is not a badge of merit. In fact, quite the opposite. It’s just, well, busy. God has more for us than stacking our days to the max and running from one thing to another.

God has himself. And I want my awareness of his presence and work in my life to be ever increasing. I want the wonder. The only way that can happen is if I choose to not be ruled by my “to do’s,” but be at rest in Him.

Roadside assistance arrived in the form of a seasoned mechanic named Doc. He immediately spotted the problem, which would be no more than a little rubber gasket replacement, but the car still had to be towed. Jerry came to pick me up, and we left the car in Doc’s capable hands.

What at first felt like being stuck, now kind of feels like being unstuck. God once more calling me to himself.

And the next time I feel I “can’t get it in gear,” I’m going to remember those little ones who reminded me today that living a life of wonder is better than being busy.

“Generation after generation stands in awe of your work; each one tells stories of your mighty acts. Your beauty and splendor have everyone talking; I compose songs on your wonders (Psalm 145:4-5).

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

When the harder you work, the more behind you get


My blog traffic fell off significantly in April and May, and I couldn’t figure out what happened. When I googled for “decreased blog traffic in April and May,” I learned I was in the company of many other bloggers suffering from the same thing.

It’s called Google Panda Update.

A sleeping Panda we visited at the National Zoo in Washington D.C. My recent Panda visitor was certainly  not sleeping.
Being the technological Neanderthal that I am, I didn’t even know there was such a thing. It turns out I’d survived several other updates unscathed, but let me tell you, this time the Panda almost swiped me off my feet with his huge paw.

Speaking of off my feet--I discovered the Panda had visited right after I tripped on my computer cord and fell face first on the floor yesterday. Besides my aching knees, my head is now spinning from reading about Search Engine Optimization and how to make the Panda effect go away.

Where did I put that typewriter?

I’m trying to educate myself and learn from those who know boatloads more than I do about such things. It didn’t help to read this morning that after a certain age, brainpower could drop by fifty percent.

I have to be honest and say that after two years of working hard here at One Ringing Bell, it can be discouraging.

What do you do when the harder you work, the more behind you get?


“Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior” (Habakkuk 3:17-18).

Eugene Peterson puts it this way in The Message, “Though the cherry trees don’t blossom and the strawberries don’t ripen, though the apples are worm-eaten and the wheat fields stunted, though the sheep pens are sheepless and the cattle barns empty, I’m singing joyful praise to God. I’m turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God.”

Peterson goes on to translate verse 19 this way, “Counting on God’s Rule to prevail, I take heart and gain strength.”

I may have to wait for my knees to feel better to turn those cartwheels, but I can decide right now to praise God even in the face of limping statistics.

My sister, a lifelong educator, has prayed every summer that God would give her the students she was supposed to have in the fall. And every fall, God did.

So, I’m praying that I’ll have the readers I’m supposed to have. I’m praising him for the precious ones I have right now.

Panda or no Panda.

Feeling stronger already; I may turn that cartwheel after all.
 




Saturday, June 9, 2012

Going Home and a Tribute to a Teacher


The title of Thomas Wolfe’s book, You Can’t Go Home Again, rings true in so many ways.

But it wasn’t true for me this week thanks to the hospitality of Patti Joiner at Troup’s Gifts as she hosted a Meet the Author event in her shop. I did go home again and found so many friends and family there to greet me. Just a joy in every way.

I grew up in the foothills of the hazy Blue Ridge Mountains.

Currahee Mountain


Writing started at an early age, but it was my senior year in high school before I summoned the courage to share any of my personal writing.

The person to whom I showed a few poems was my high school English teacher, Connie Harding.
Wasn't she beautiful?


Still have one of the poems I showed her. Yes, it was written on a typewriter.

Somehow, with her, I felt safe to let out the teenage angst that stirred inside me.

Her response?

She legitimized the emotional struggles I’d expressed through my work and encouraged me to press on with my writing. I can still feel the shock I experienced that a teacher would respond in that way. It made me think that maybe I should continue to write.

And I did, keeping journals and writing songs at first, and then in 2000, I wrote a devotional book. Many more devotions and articles followed.

In 2006, when it came time to get a response for my first novel manuscript, I turned to her. When I wrote another, she again looked at it. That second manuscript was Give My Love to the Chestnut Trees published last year.

I haven’t actually seen Connie Harding for decades. Yesterday, I had the privilege of giving her a hug.
Connie Harding, she's still just as beautiful as ever!

I’m grateful for an educator who early in her own career gave me something to reach for. And I’m sure her encouragement has also motivated many others to press into their gifts.

I’ve wondered if her response had been different back all those years ago, whether I would have continued to dream about being a writer. It’s entirely possible I might have pulled back into my shell permanently. But, her words not only left my dream intact, but propelled it forward.

It's certainly a lesson to me when I'm teaching writing classes and encounter young writers just starting out.

So, here’s to her, and others like her who give so selflessly every day and sometimes wonder to what effect.

Connie Harding helped set the course of my life.

“Every time you cross my mind, I break out in exclamations of thanks to God” (Philippians 1:3 The Message).
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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Ringing Bell on Ringing Bells


There’s been a lot of bell ringing in England these past few days to celebrate Queen Eizabeth’s Diamond Jubilee. On Sunday, a floating belfry preceded the Queen’s barge in the Thames flotilla composed of over a thousand vessels. You can hear that floating belfry here.


Later over two thousand churches across England joined in by ringing their own bells.


This morning, A National Service of Thanksgiving was held at St Paul’s Cathedral. The Queen, The Duke of Edinburgh, other members of the Royal Family and guests attended. Before and after the service, The St Paul’s Cathedral Guild of Ringers rang "Stedman Cinques."

A picture I took many years ago while touring St. Paul's.
Later in the summer, bells will ring to herald the beginning of the Olympic Games in London.


All this bell ringing has some folks thinking that perhaps God is also ringing in a new work of grace in this motherland country for the United States.


Here at One Ringing Bell, we pray so.


If you scroll down on my blog to the right, you’ll see these words:


Ezekiel 28:33-35, "Make pomegranates of blue, purple, and scarlet yarn around the hem of the robe, with gold bells between them. The gold bells and the pomegranates are to alternate around the hem of the robe. Aaron must wear it when he ministers." The pomegranates symbolize the word of God and the bells, the going forth of that word. As the sound of the bells was heard when the priest, Aaron, ministered, my desire is to ring out the word wherever and whenever possible--to be "One Ringing Bell."


We’re praying that God’s word would once more ring out across the UK, and spread across the globe. Oh, how our sin-weary world needs the refreshing than only comes from God.


Would you join me in praying wonderful blessings for the United Kingdom?


O praise ye the Lord!
All things that give sound;
Each jubilant chord,
Re-echo around;
Loud organs, his glory
Forth tell in deep tone,
And sweet harp, the story
Of what he has done.
By Henry Baker, a hymn sung this morning at The National Service of Thanksgiving

Sunday, June 3, 2012

A Wedding and a Little Bit of Heaven


Many years ago while attending a friend’s wedding held in an historic church in an old Southern city, I was touched by the beauty and spirit of the service. However, I couldn’t have imagined how God would speak to my heart at the reception. The bride’s brother ran a restaurant business in a nineteenth century Greek revival house and arranged serving tables throughout the many rooms.  

As I traversed the elegant rooms to taste the delicious food, I was delighted to encounter people I didn’t even know were there, many of whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. Over and over I experience glad reunions. When I left that evening, my heart was so full of joy, I felt I’d had a little foretaste of heaven. I imagined heaven might be a little like that grand house and  we'd spend the first thousand years or so strolling the glittering streets reuniting with people who’ve preceded us, or getting to know those we missed here on earth.

Last night, I again experienced that foretaste of heaven when we attended the nuptials of the daughter of family friends. I had such a sense of anticipation even before we opened the doors of the church.







Once inside, one of the first people we hugged had just traversed the broad circumference of this whirling planet to be there, dear Tammy from Asia.

We caught up a bit and then greeted and embraced other friends, long cherished, and seldom seen.
Rita Springer
When we took our seats, I was surprised to find a woman I much admire, singer-songwriter Rita Springer was to sing. Can’t tell you how often I used her song “I Want the Joy” during prison ministry. Later after the wedding, I had the privilege of meeting her and sharing how much God used her music to touch those women’s hearts.

When at last the beautiful bride entered on the arm of her weeping father, the spirit of the Lord was so mightily with us, our hearts almost burst with worship to the one who thought of this sacrament called marriage, and helps us understand that in the larger context, we are the bride and Christ is our bridegroom.
At the reception, we continued to run into folks we’d known many years ago, or made the acquaintance of others with whom we’d like to have spent more time.






But, just as the evening really began, we had to leave, because as my husband said, “Sundays a comin’.” We had a long drive back and an early alarm this morning.

But one day, yes, one day, all of those who belong to Jesus shall have all the time in this world or any other. We’ll chat, sing, embrace, and love on each other in a place where there is no long drive or early alarm. We’ll dance the first dance and never stop. We’ll be endlessly together at that great wedding to come.

But while I’m here, I’m thankful for these grace filled glimpses of glory. These precious moments keep us looking forward and looking up.

Right now, I’m singing in my heart the recessional song used at the wedding, the song with which the newlyweds began their life together—a contemporary version of a nineteenth century gospel song:

"Happy day, happy day,
When Jesus washed my sins away!"

“We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!” (I Corinthians 13:12 Message).

“Hallelujah! The Master reigns, our God, the Sovereign-Strong! Let us celebrate, let us rejoice, let us give him the glory! The Marriage of the Lamb has come; his Wife has made herself ready” (Revelation 19:6-7).

 Happy day, indeed!

 

Friday, June 1, 2012

Ignore the Facts

At a recent writer’s group meeting with Harriette Austin, she offered advice that really resonated with me. A member of the group bemoaned the difficulties in the market now with the economy taking a toll on book sales. She wondered if she should even go to the trouble to send out query letters to agents. Harriette acknowledged the difficulties but quoted actress Ruth Gordon, who was a classmate of Harriette’s at Yale. The quote went, “Ignore the facts.” Ruth often listed all the reasons she shouldn’t have been a successful actress, but she didn’t pay attention them. She persevered and ultimately did have a wonderful career in film. Harriette pointed out the same thing applies to this volatile market. If we’re writers, we have to keep writing.


Later after the writers’ group meeting, I picked up the Daily Guideposts which I usually read right before I go to bed. In that day’s devotion, John Sherrill shared about his experiences in the Second World War. Placed in a staging area in North Africa, he used to lie in his bed and listen to Berlin’s Axis Sally on the radio. Her grasp of the details of American troop movements was disarming, and her declarations they’d all be killed made him fearful. If she had the facts right about the troop movements, was she right about them being killed as well? But John, now eighty-eight, said, “You have to ignore the facts” and trust God.


Ignore the facts. How strange it was for me to get that advice two times in less than a couple of hours. I suppose, I too, have been studying some less than encouraging facts--facts that would steer me away from writing because of the seeming impossibility of ever getting a book published. Then there are the facts that might discourage me from continuing to hope for a friend’s healing, or a family member who’s struggling. Facts seem so final.


But the real finality lies in the truth of God. Jesus said in John 8:32, “Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” It’s not the facts that set us free, but God’s truth. The truth is that if it’s God’s purpose for me to have a book published, nothing can stop Him. The truth is God is the great physician in my friend’s life. And for the family member who’s struggling, nothing is impossible with God.


Remember, God’s truth trumps the facts any day.

This is an edited repost from June of 2010. Later that year I won a writing competition which led to the publishing of Give My Love to the Chestnut Trees. God is still bringing his healing touch to the friend, and though the family member still struggles, God is in control. I continue to ignore the facts and trust God's truth.

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