One way to save face is to keep the lower half of it shut.

Good Night!!

Even back in grandpa's time they had something to help you sleep. It was called work.

Two Mother's Twin Daughter! (A book to read after your work is done. lol)

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1500449962!)

In the midst of World War II, England swarms with Allied troops. Eighteen-year-old Marita Parson falls in love with dashing Canadian soldier Randall Smith and defies her straight-laced parents by, marrying Randall and setting off a chain of events that will forever alter her young life.

Whisked off to that vast land across the ocean, Marita arrives in Canada scared and alone. There she discovers that Randall is not the man he says he is and may even have a criminal past. Going back to England is not an option, and the situation grows even more complex when Marita finds out she is pregnant with twins.

Marita gives birth to identical twin girls, but faces a heartbreaking decision: should she keep both babies and subject them to a miserable life? In an act of charity—or desperation—she gives one of her beloved daughters to a foster mother and tries to hide her grief by pouring all the love she can into raising her remaining daughter, Emily. It is not enough, and she seeks to fill the emptiness in her soul with God’s enduring grace.

When Randall finally returns, Marita faces the ultimate test: should she reveal her secret to him and possibly destroy any chance of happiness she might find?

Two Mothers, Twin Daughters is an inspiring story about the amazing power of God’s redemptive love.

Predator

Now why did I have to dream about him?  In spite of things that happened in my childhood and teen years I haven’t been plagued by those kinds of dreams. Why now?

                There was a large glossy topped table between us but it was obvious that he was after me. I would rapidly walk a few steps then stop. So would he. He would cross his arms and give me a slightly sneering grin. I glanced around at the wood paneled walls. No windows and doors in sight, no escape route. I started moving again and so did he. This kept on for a while. I knew he was just wearing me down in his tormentingly leisurely way.

                I dropped to my knees, putting my head on my arms, and cried out to God. Then my alarm rang.  He vanished, but I was still troubled. Why did I dream about him?

                My husband had an explanation that echoed my own.

                “It was a good dream,” he said. “Because you knew where to turn, you cried out to God.” (Something like that.) “Your Dad represents evil to you.”

                But why did I dream it? Why, why? And then I knew. There are those of you that are facing situations like that. You and ‘him’ seem to be going round and round the table.  He ‘knows’ he will wear you down eventually and is gloating. But will he? Does he have to? No. Sure you have an adversary, but you also have an Advocate. Jesus is our protector and guide out of difficult situations.

                But do you have an advocate? Have you found Jesus to be a haven of rest ‘in the trying scenes of life’ as one song put it?  He doesn’t wave a magic wand and make all your troubles disappear but He will be there for you making you stronger, giving you comfort. Admit that you can’t ‘escape’ on your own. Admit that you are poor and needy in need of a Savior and commit everything to the lovingly Heavenly Father’s care. 

Unto the End

When a godly parent dies it is hard for the loved ones to watch them go. Slowly they weaken, their responses lessen but those gathered around know they were loved to the very end. It’s heartbreaking yet sweetly touching. Earlier, perhaps, there had been last words of concern and comfort.  How hard it is to say goodbye, but the pain is lessened by the hope of meeting them once again in Heaven.

There was someone else who knew He was going to die but those nearest and dearest to Him didn’t seem to recognize the fact. He knew He was going to suffer in the most horrendous way possible before He could breathe His last but didn’t bog down His loved ones with all the gory details. He put aside thoughts of his own eminent pain and suffering and attended to their needs.

I suppose you know by now who I am referring to. Jesus, our loving Saviour, and Friend. One little phrase impressed me in my devotions this morning from John 13:1: ‘he loved them unto the end.’ Sometimes so little can say so much. 

Will A Little Erosion Cause a Flood?

How many of you have grown up hearing or reading the story about the leak in the dike? It’s a legend about a brave little boy who saw a small trickle of water come through the huge earth embankments, dikes that kept the ‘angry sea’ from flooding the land. He stayed up all night, hungry, cold and tired stemming the flood with one small finger, praying someone would pass by, come to his rescue.

Don't Tell!

Do you remember the story about the boy who owned a pellet gun?

Are You Creating a Masterpiece?

Live one day at a time, and make it a masterpiece.

Endangered by Slavery

Tears of despair trickled down her careworn cheeks as she gazed out the darkened window. Day and night the Evil One is demanding that I let him have the boys. But how can I? They are precious to me! Mentally she looked around her bleak surroundings, and groaned deeply. Now that my husband Lawe, has died, I have nothing to offer to keep them out of the creditors clutches. I have no talents, not charm, no money"—

                        “Nothing?” The barely audible voice stilled her troubled soul.

Resistant

Did you wake up grumpy this morning, in a foul mood, and ready to pick a fight? I was struck by the fact yesterday that God encourages us to be resistant. Yes, He really does, and if you don’t believe me, look it up for yourself. (James 4:7.) Satan is the one that tempts us with all those negative emotions. We can’t just shrug them off. I had a great aunt that would literally stamp her foot and say “Get thee

behind me, Satan.” Try being resistant today. Maybe your day will be a whole lot brighter. 

Tremendous Love

What do you think was the cruelest form of torture invented by man? One that makes me shudder was used under communism. Maybe you know more about it than I do. It was something about a slow drip-drip-drip of water falling on top of the prisoner’s head. Lynching was terrible also. Who could be so mean as to tar and feather a person then drag him behind a vehicle?

 But crucifixion has got to be the worst. By far the worst. Something amazing happened when Jesus was nailed to the cross. He was the Son of God. Get that? They mocked Him and said IF he was the son of God he should come down. Boy, are we ever fortunate that He did not take their advice. If He had what might have happened? That burden of sin He was carrying may have entered His heart because He would have been rebelling against the Father’s will. Then what? With all that power what would He have done in revenge? Destroy them? With lightning in His eyes, He could have slaughtered them all, or if that wasn’t enough imagine the slow, excruciating death He could have forced on the whole world. But He didn’t. He surrendered to death so you can be comforted and forgiven here on this earth and escape the fires of Hell throughout all eternity. He suffered terribly so you might be free. NOW do you know that God loves you?