On the Path

Where are you on the path of life? Back in the ’60s, there was a Diana Ross song called “Do You Know Where You’re Going to?” The next question was ‘do you like the things life is showing you?’

Comfortable Life

The thing is, too often folks get so used to doing the same old things, living the same old ways that even though their life may be painful it’s what they know.

They may be in a bad relationship but something is better than nothing. Or, often in the middle of your own life, you can’t manage to step back and analyze what the situation is, and find a better solution.

In watching a show lately, there is a husband and wife heading for divorce. They’re both yammering at each other about their problems. The audience could probably solve the problem, but doubtfully the couple ever will.

Life Uncentered

There’s enough selfishness to go around, for one thing, and we are living in an age where people have lost their center. In one scene the adopted daughter makes the statement about ‘people promise—but they don’t keep their promises’.

We know there are times when fate intervenes and although a person has the intention of keeping a promise they are hindered, but there are also quite a few times when a promise isn’t valued. 

I’m reminded of the times in the scriptures when a promise is made under false pretenses, such as the Gibeonites and the Israelites. Even though the Israelites should have asked counsel of God they went ahead and made a covenant without such counsel.

Yes, they were deceived by appearances. Yet, God still held them accountable to the covenant they had been tricked into making. The people were not happy with their leaders, but that was not a consideration.

A Properly Centered Life

As the Charlie Brown cartoon, where Lucy tells Charlie “We would all be happier if we listened to God”. That’s where our center should come from.

Doing the right thing isn’t always easy and doesn’t always make us feel great. It is, however, always the right thing to do.
“But the LORD said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.” 
(1 Samuel 16:7 KJV)


Words have meaning. I’ve said this before and lately more than once. There is a difference between power and authority. The title here is power and maybe we’ll look at the word authority later, but sometimes the meaning of the term power converges with authority and sometimes it doesn’t.

Often people in authority are spoken of as having ‘power’. We also refer to streams or rivers as being a powerful force of nature such as flash floods or waterfalls.

I’ve spoken of my Pinterest boards that I use in settings for my stories and characters. I also have a board for horses.

I’ve been fascinated with horses all of my knowing life. My Grandfather used a team of horses for working his farmland all of the years he worked his farmland.

His teams were large and powerful, yet they were controlled by a bit and driver. Which brings me to another word: meek.

Most people when they hear the word meek think of ‘weak’. Like the phrase, ‘She’s so meek, butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.’ However, the word meek actually means ‘strength under control’.

To illustrate the word meek and its definition some have used the idea of a large powerful team of horses willing to do the bidding of the driver with only reins and voice command.

There is a song in our hymn books, ‘Ten Thousand Angels’, in reference to Jesus being able to call ten thousand angels at his slightest whim, but he didn’t. In the words of the chorus, “He died alone, for you and me…”

“Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels? But how then shall the scriptures be fulfilled, that thus it must be?”
(Matthew 26:53-54 KJV)

“Saying unto them, Go into the village over against you, and straightway ye shall find an ass tied, and a colt with her: loose them, and bring them unto me. And if any man say ought unto you, ye shall say, The Lord hath need of them; and straightway he will send them. All this was done, that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying, Tell ye the daughter of Sion, Behold, thy King cometh unto thee, meek, and sitting upon an ass, and a colt the foal of an ass.”
(Matthew 21:2-5 KJV)


Words have meaning. If you jettison something, I picture a spacecraft that has items it wants to get rid of, being placed at the rear of the craft, then forcefully pushed away from the ship.

The word abandoned has a totally different connotation. It can be a conscious decision or an unconsciousness happening to leave something behind.

I have seen pictures of abandoned buildings, most are beyond repair. Some houses were at one point in their existence fine, beautiful homes. These homes were occupied by families that I would like to think lived and loved each other and life.

I have several Pinterest boards that I use in my writing world. One board is on architecture, which I use to piece together homes of the families and characters that inhabit my books.

I also have pictures of abandoned palaces. Beautiful structures that have been the background for lavish parties, balls, gatherings of wealthy Lords and Ladies. At what point did their owners walk away and never come back? And better yet, why?

I have at times mislaid objects and in time forgotten about them. I had a large plastic cake cover that got taken to a porch that wasn’t used often. It must have languished on that porch for close to a year when a storm came through and we had to clean up that porch and replace windows.

On seeing that plastic cake cover I remembered it, but had I not seen it, it was literally out of sight out of mind. And somehow I’ve lost people in a similar fashion. Mostly we all got busy then we all slipped away from each other.

Relationships take work. The closer the relationship the more work it takes. The current society we live in doesn’t encourage strong relationships. We are pressured on many sides with a multitude of things demanding our time and attention.

Abandoned—we usually think of abandoned things as objects that we knowingly and willingly leave behind. Sometimes they are, and sometimes they are things we lay down thinking we will come back to later, and later just never comes.

“Who then is a faithful and wise servant, whom his lord hath made ruler over his household, to give them meat in due season? Blessed is that servant, whom his lord when he cometh shall find so doing.”
(Matthew 24:45-46 KJV)

Where To Go?

We all have moments. You know the moments when something happens and our mind can’t process what has happened, why it has happened, and/or several other questions.

Non-religious people use situations to support their unbelief. For instance, they throw out the idea that because bad things happen in this world there can’t be a God.

Apparently, they believe a just and righteous God would not allow bad things to happen. He would rush right out and stop evil incidents from happening. Like Superman or the Lone Ranger, he’d stop the bad people from harming good people.

I don’t know what universe they live in, but it has been a long time since we’ve lived in the perfect world God created. The ancient story of Pandora’s Box is somewhat of a fable of Eve and her opening of the box that contained all the evils in the world.

How easy it is for us, Christians and non-Christians alike to get on the bandwagon of ‘why did/does God allow these horrendous things to happen’?

That is exactly why there is proof of the existence of a righteous God. Because we as an offspring of His righteous nature believe there should be justice against injustice. If there were no God there would be no standard of right and wrong, good and evil.

Because of health issues from last year, I’m not able to do many things I’ve been accustomed to doing and now we have been quarantined, and whatnot. I look around me and of all people Old Fuzzy and I are blessed in spite of my boohooing to God.

We retired last year, and we’re used to living on a limited income. Staying home isn’t a real problem with me, I don’t feel much like going anywhere. We are feeding only two-plus of us as opposed to the nine-plus we used to feed. One of my prayers has been, ‘May our needs be few and our wants be simple’.

I do feel compassion for those who are losing so much at this time. My prayers are for those who are suffering. As one who has studied history, times like these have happened throughout the centuries and will continue to happen until the Lord shall return.

Just today I saw a Peanuts cartoon of Lucy telling Charlie Brown, “I think everyone would be happier if they listened to God.” I agree with Lucy whole-heartedly. As people listen less to God the more trouble we all have.

There are several things people need to keep in mind. First and foremost, there is a God in heaven. Second, He will hear and judge whether people believe in Him or not;

For in the multitude of dreams and many words there are also divers vanities: but fear thou God. If thou seest the oppression of the poor, and violent perverting of judgment and justice in a province, marvel not at the matter: for he that is higher than the highest regardeth; and there be higher than they.
(Ecclesiastes 5:7-8 KJV)

Jesus came the first time as a savior. He will come again this time as a judge…everyone needs to be ready for the judgment;

Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him, and they also which pierced him: and all kindreds of the earth shall wail because of him. Even so, Amen. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.
(Revelation 1:7-8 KJV)

Watch therefore: for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come. But know this, that if the goodman of the house had known in what watch the thief would come, he would have watched, and would not have suffered his house to be broken up. Therefore be ye also ready: for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh.
(Matthew 24:42-44 KJV)

Publishing Update!!!!!

Tomorrow is the day set for our publishing journey to come to light.

We’ve had some glitches, one major one with Amazon. However, our ebook will be available starting tomorrow at these sites:

Barnes & Noble ScribdOverDrive BibliothecaHoopla VivlioKoboApple Tolino 24 SymbolsBaker & Taylor

It’s coming soon to Amazon as well.

The print copies will be available soon. They should be shipping by mid-June 2020. There have been some delays due to COVID 19.


There have been numerous people in my family as well as within my acquaintances who have been involved in the military. My Uncle Virgil from my mom’s family was involved in World War II. From my generation, my Uncle’s son Virgil Jr. my Adorable Cousin’s husband, Chuck, Adorable’s sister’s husband, Ted, and many others, because our small communities always seem to be hit hardest.

We carry our remembrance of these people, some who have passed away, some who are still with us, with a prayer of thankfulness. Thankful that we had them at a time when we needed them to step up, and thankful they were willing to step up in our time of need.

I am reflecting on this time in our lives how Jesus tells us to not borrow sorrow from the future and how the saying goes that to borrow sorrow from the future doesn’t do any good and only robs us of life and happiness of today. Here is a link to an acapella hymn called ‘Day by Day’ reminding us to take life one day at a time.

I have had two sons who served in the military. Thank you and God bless both of you.

I remember listening as the youngest one told me, “This dog tag goes…and if something should happen this other one goes on my toe…” I remember the finality seeping in of what he was saying.

As a parent and a mother, my heart broke as I looked down the long abyss and realized this child that had grown within me for nine months, and I had nurtured and loved for eighteen years plus, was telling me that there was the possibility that he would die before I did. That is one of the hardest things for a parent.

Yes, I looked down that abyss in case I ever needed to face it in real-time, but I did do so with the prayer that God would bring my son home safe. I know of others who haven’t had that success. I hurt for them who have lost son, or daughter, wife, husband, father, mother, whatever the case. Even though I never had to face the reality I pray for those who have.

“There is no wisdom nor understanding nor counsel against the LORD. The horse is prepared against the day of battle: but safety is of the LORD.”
(Proverbs 21:30-31 KJV)

Living the Highlife

“When I grow up and…” When we went shopping back in the day when our kids were young, if we only had a shortlist, or a one-item list, Old Fuzzy would go into the store and the rest of us would wait in the van.

While waiting in the van the kids would play games of sorts, and one of the games was, “When I grow up and am older…”

I thought this sounded interesting, so I decided to join in, “When I grow up and am older…”

A sudden chorus from the back cut me off, “Hey, you can’t play. You’re already grown up!”

Well, there you go. Right from the horses’ mouth. At forty years old (or slightly less) I could no longer have hopes and dreams. I wonder now that six of my children are caught up with me age-wise if that works?

Young Fuzzy asked one of his brothers ‘If you had a hundred thousand dollars, what would you do with your shop’? His brother said, ‘I’d build a new house.’

To me, that is extremely funny. It takes me back to the super-highway of thought to the time someone accused me of having children just to take care of us when we get old.

I had told this person kids were fun. I was thinking of the games and adventures we had played as they were growing up. Her comment kind of sideswiped me and left me dazed. A caveat here, I had not said they were always all fun, or which ones or…well, you get the gist.

Memory alert went to when I was around ten. My grandfather was a farmer and a farrier. During the summers and clement weather, he shod horses. It’s a summer afternoon and the lunch dishes are all done. One of the neighbor girls, Sherrie S, had walked over and we were all talking and laughing as we played Canasta.

After our party broke up and the visitor was gone, grandpa was inside. Smiling, he said, ‘you girls sounded like a gaggle of geese, or a flock of chickens, carrying on in here.’

I understood what he meant. Some families are all about fighting and strife, arguing and drama. What I find enjoyable is when our family comes together and we eat, talk, laugh, exchange ideas maybe play games, but everyone has the chance for a good experience.

I have found that in a large family with a family get-together it helps to pray. My prayer is for people to enjoy the time together, with no fighting or arguing amongst anyone.

And this was something grandpa understood as well. It wasn’t riches and fancy stuff that made the times good. It was love and laughter and the ‘peaceful easy feeling’ of friends and family.

“It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house. The soul of the wicked desireth evil: his neighbour findeth no favour in his eyes.”
(Proverbs 21:9-10 KJV)


“I have endured, I have been broken, I have known hardships, I have lost myself. But here I stand, still moving forward, growing stronger each day. I will never forget the harsh lessons in my life. They made me stronger.”

That snippet could be said by most people to some extent or other. I can’t say I’ve enjoyed the harsh lessons I’ve had, but they have all taught me something. Most things I’ve learned I’ve used to better myself, or to help someone else, so the lesson isn’t a total loss.

One of the lessons that serves me well is learning to live simply. That isn’t an easy task and somedays learning to live simply tries the soul. I have advised people when Satan begins to throw snags, “Pray that the solution will be cheap and easy to fix, and there will be an end to the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune”.

I have been reading and becoming acquainted with a new addition to our family. I’ll call him ‘Happy’. Happy is a little person, but he’s very wise. He tells his other Mimi, he doesn’t want to grow up because growing up isn’t for him.

His other Mimi prays that Happy’s heart won’t be broken when he finds out how ugly life and other people can be. That’s a tough job for any parent or in this case grandparent. Our hearts are broken as we see our loved ones, our children, and grandchildren, struggle in this world of woe.

We want to prepare them and sometimes we kind of do. None of us know exactly how to prepare them and what to prepare them for. The greatest preparation is for them to come to the Savior. Only He can carry them through not just the hard times, but the good times as well.

And what do you say to a little man who realizes growing up isn’t all it’s cracked up to be? Most children dream of the day they ‘can do what they want’, not realizing that the grown-up world is much more demanding and far less free than childhood.

Perhaps the main thing is to assure this little person he has time. At four years old he can relax, learn to live, and love those who love him. Learn and wonder at the beautiful world God made for us.

There will be time for him to know how ugly his fellow travelers can be. I’m thankful for the good people I encounter and for the others that aren’t so good, my prayer is that they will come to repentance and salvation. Or that the Lord will remove them. And I know that ‘except for the grace of God, there go I’. Praise God, I’ve been redeemed.

“Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book? When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me.”
(Psalms 56:8-9 KJV)

Need to Remember

This isn’t originally mine but it is important enough I will share: “People need to remember, if God wants you to leave this world there isn’t any amount of hand sanitizer going to save you.”

I have seen too many people who say they are ‘sheltering in place’, when in fact they are hiding in fear. I can understand this partially if a person hasn’t taken hold of the horns of the altar, so to speak. If a person hasn’t taken the steps to salvation, but I see this among God’s people as well.

I wouldn’t encourage anyone to live dangerously. Jesus addressed this problem when he speaks to Satan:

“And saith unto him, If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down: for it is written, He shall give his angels charge concerning thee: and in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone. Jesus said unto him, It is written again, Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God.” (Matthew 4:6-7 KJV)

No, I am not advocating that we all line up for sky diving lessons, or hang gliding 101. Even if the problem hasn’t suddenly developed the current pandemic has certainly highlighted it.

People are so afraid of dying they aren’t living. It was interesting that one of the media bogeymen was those congregants in the few churches that came down with the virus. So, out of the thousands of congregations that came together the highlighted few were a warning to the rest? Hmm.

Many have begun asking questions, and rightly so. Historically we have had many sicknesses that are much worse, much more deadly, yet they haven’t shut down the entire world, as this one that has a much higher recovery rate. Not saying there hasn’t been death and sickness with this, not making light of the suffering, but honestly, we know that this world is full of trials and tribulations.

Is this an effort to turn us all into snowflakes? Where are the adventurous amongst us? We need to reread the founding of America. We’ve been ancestor shamed so long by an agenda of lies that we need to step back and reread and realize that whether voiced or not the reason the Separatists came to a new land was for liberty. The same as Patrick Henry when he said:

“Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?” As he spoke, Henry held his wrists together as though they were manacled and raised them toward the heavens. “Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty”—Henry burst from his imaginary chains and grasped an ivory letter opener—“or give me death!”

Old Fuzzy and I are in our sixties. That puts us in the ‘at risk’ group, and we are semi-aware of this. I don’t have the energy to get out and dig ditches any more, so I don’t. I live the kind of life I can live where I am amongst family and friends. Yet if a person can go to a grocery store for food, they can also justify attending worship on Sunday. If I can go to Walmart, I should be able to attend worship, and also go to a local small business. Actually, worship and small businesses are better bets…

What I’m saying is, if there is still breath in your body, stop dying and get back to living life while you still can. Remember who gives us life and breath—don’t take God for granted.

“For as I passed by, and beheld your devotions, I found an altar with this inscription, TO THE UNKNOWN GOD. Whom therefore ye ignorantly worship, him declare I unto you. God that made the world and all things therein, seeing that he is Lord of heaven and earth, dwelleth not in temples made with hands; Neither is worshipped with men’s hands, as though he needed any thing, seeing he giveth to all life, and breath, and all things;”
(Acts 17:23-25 KJV)

Here We Are…

We have for many years raised as much of our own food as we could. I don’t know why, or where this desire has come from. I’ve always been one who wanted to raise a garden, even though my grandparents had abandoned the raising of their own garden due to their age.

Grandma Magill had, as most farm women, raised chickens for eggs to sell at the local creamery, and her cream from the milk cows and this was her money for certain household and personal expenses. When I was quite young I remember them taking cream and eggs into town once a week. Of course, eventually, the government regulations put a chokehold on that source of income for the farm wife.

But we still kept the chickens, only they became ‘free-range’ chickens to provide eggs for us. We also kept the cows, but as the chickens, there weren’t as many cows. So, mostly for us and our use and our neighbors, an older grandparently, couple, which we took two quarts of milk to twice a week we milked cows.

Fast forward to a few years after Old Fuzzy and I were married. With four children soon to be five then six and we were trying to make ends meet on one paycheck. It wasn’t working well. Every dollar we made ended up going into taxes, basically, the government was getting most of what we made. Since we were still ‘farmers at heart’, we were renting an old farmstead, a house with a few outbuildings.

Well, I thought, if making more money didn’t help, how could we live cheaper? First, we bought laying hens, but I wanted a milk cow. We ended up with some cats. I aimed a bit higher, and we got a dog. Still, not there, I ended up with a pony. The kids were happy but… well, next I ended up with a little horse-colt. He was a keeper, but not a cow. Finally, we ended up with an Ayrshire cow.

And that was our beginning journey. We had always kept a garden from the beginning, but the rest didn’t come so easily. And it wasn’t ‘free’ either. To buy the chickens cost money, the cats and dogs were free, but the pony, horse-colt, and cow all cost money, each one a bit more than the one before. Then there was upkeep and the learning curve as to what each one needed for sustenance.

“This is the day the Lord hath made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalms 118:24