Saturday, March 28, 2015

Grandview Baptist Church

Harry S. Truman attended this Missouri church before he was President, and was a long time member.
I attend a church nearby that is located on what was part of the Truman family farm.


Grandmother had a dressing table in her bedroom with a big oval mirror. On each side were drawers filled with clip-on earrings, beads, and pretty pastel scarves. She even let me play with her lipstick and rouge. Grandmother's house was a little girl's dream come true when it came to playing dress-up. I would look in that mirror and dream of being a beauty contestant riding on a float in the annual parade. (still waiting...LOL)

As I get older, I look at beauty with different eyes. I think of one lady in the nursing home whose mind was keen, but could not move her arms or legs, yet her smile brightened the day of every nurse, visitor, and resident who stopped by her bed. She possessed the kind of beauty that never fades.

Satisfy us each morning with your unfailing love, 
so we may sing for joy to the end of our lives. 
And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: 
Psalm 90:14,17a

Friday, March 27, 2015

Tell Me the Story of Jesus

Tell me the story of Jesus
Write on my heart every word
Tell me the story most precious
Sweetest that ever was heard
Fanny Crosby

Praying for the Persecuted Church

Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, does not faint or grow weary; there is no searching of His understanding. He gives power to the faint and weary, and to him who has no might He increases strength.
Isaiah 40:28-29

I am praying for those who are imprisoned for their faith in Jesus. I was reading 2 Timothy, Paul's last letter, where he writes that even though he is in prison and facing execution, the Word of God is not in chains. I pray that the Lord will encourage the hearts of men and women like Saeed Abedini. 

Thursday, March 26, 2015


When I was growing up in Georgia, as the weather got warmer, my sister and I often sat on the screened porch playing while Mother cooked supper. It smelled so good!

Mother was an excellent cook and she made everything the old fashioned way. I can picture her cracking open the shell of a coconut, grating it, mixing the batter by hand, and working all afternoon to surprise Daddy with a fresh coconut cake. Sometimes we'd peel potatoes for her pan fries, help string beans, shell fresh peas, or cut corn off the cob.

I remember that one of Mother's favorite old hymns was, "Come Home, It's Suppertime". and we might sing it as we washed the supper dishes.

What is your favorite suppertime meal?