The parking place of our thoughts … what we are thinking when our subconscious thoughts become conscious … just might be more revealing than we care to understand. The things of life, work or family, consume so many of our thoughts … but on occasion, it seems the lyrics of some song or scripture finds […]
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. . .to celebrate the day of your birth. And it seems a little unnatural to wish you Happy Birthday in Heaven when the day of your arrival there has never ended. For that I can be thankful, for you had come to dread long, dark evenings. I smile when I hear the quibbling over
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…whate’er betide; God will take care of you… playing on the radio caught my attention this morning. Immediately I was transported back in time (circa 60s) to a little hillside in the Tennessee Georgia Memorial Park. A classmate’s younger sister had died suddenly from an acute illness. Touched by their sorrow, I attended the funeral
“Do you remember your first Oreo cookie?” asked the YouTube popup this morning. And being one that is intrigued with “first memories” my thoughts immediately responded, “Why, yes I do!” Stepping back into the early to mid-fifties, I remembered the little house with a white picket fence on the “nameless” street between Oak and Peachtree
. . .to celebrate the day of your birth. And it seems a little unnatural to wish you Happy Birthday in Heaven when the day of your arrival there has never ended. For that I can be thankful, for you had come to dread long, dark evenings. I smile when I hear the quibbling over
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Some months ago, I began following the story of a little boy that had recently suffered severe brain injuries from a falling tree limb while celebrating his birthday with family. He is one of several children and it has been painful to watch this family’s hopes for a quick and full recovery dwindle into acceptance
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. . .to celebrate the day of your birth. And it seems a little unnatural to wish you Happy Birthday in Heaven when the day of your arrival there has never ended. For that I can be thankful, for you had come to dread long, dark evenings. I smile when I hear the quibbling over
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I remember, as a young child, slipping into my mother’s room late at night and kneeling beside her as she was on her face before God – often weeping silently with her as she unburdened her soul before the Lord. I guess it was those memories that caused me to understand her love for the
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I’ll be home Thursday . . . a final memory that still brings tears as we celebrate another Father’s Day. Daddy, as we called him, was a quiet, unpretentious man. My earliest memories are of holding his hand as he and I walked to Rossville to catch the bus to Woodland Park Baptist in Chattanooga,
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Mother’s Day brings memories of varying shapes and sizes. As a child, my memory of Mother’s Day is the pretty red rose that was pinned to my shoulder to indicate that my mother was living. After 1959 it was a white rose for my Mom in memory of Grandmother Blansit who had slipped away. And,
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