Sunday, May 24, 2015


Memorial Day 
is a day of remembrance of
all who have sacrificed their lives
to give us the freedom we enjoy today.
As we celebrate this holiday, 
let us never forget to show our love to 
the families of those men and women 
who died for our freedom.


Freedom Is Not Free
- Kelly Strong
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
and then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of TAPS one night,

When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That TAPS had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.


Greater love hath no man than this, 
that a man lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:13









Sunday, May 10, 2015


  Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: 
but a woman that feareth the LORD, 
she shall be praised. 
Proverbs 31:30



A baby asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, 
but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"

"Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."

The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have 
to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."

God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. 
And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."

Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to 
understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"

God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words 
you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, 
your angel will teach you how to speak."

"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"

God said, "Your angel will place your hands together 
and will teach you how to pray."

"Who will protect me?"

God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's life."

"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."

God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and 
will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though 
I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth 
could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, 
"God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."

"You will simply call her, 'Mom.'"




Saturday, April 18, 2015

My card entry for Word Art Wednesday this week is


Other cards I made this week are







Have a wonderful weekend!





I would appreciate any comments!  Thank you!

Saturday, April 4, 2015






On my last post we were reminded what Jesus
suffered to purchase our salvation.

He was the sacrifice for our sins.

God the Father even had to turn His back
because He could not look on sin.

Satan looked at Jesus on the cross and felt that he had won! 
Jesus was dead! 

They buried Him in a tomb and sealed it so no one could
steal His body and claim
that He had risen as He had said He would.

His disciples were discouraged. 

The women came on the first day of the week
to anoint His body with spices
as they would any dead person to cover the odor of the rotting body.

I am sure as they came they were sorrowful and disillusioned,
walking with their heads down.

But His body did not need spices…He was not in the tomb.

The angel said that He was ALIVE!

Mary Magdalene ran and told Peter and John. 
They ran quickly to the tomb.

When impetuous Peter came to the grave he ran on inside
and this is what he found.
  
Then cometh Simon Peter following him, 
and went into the sepulchre, 
and seeth the linen clothes lie, 
And the napkin, that was about his head, 
not lying with the linen clothes, 
but wrapped together in a place by itself.
John 20:6-7  

The Bible takes an entire verse
to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded,
and was lying separate from the rest of the clothes.

In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin,
you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day. 
The folded napkin has to do with the Master and servant. 
Any Jewish boy knew this tradition.

When the servant set the dinner table for the master,
he made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it. 
The table was furnished perfectly,
and then the servant would wait, just out of sight,
until the master had finished eating,
and the servant would not dare touch the table,
until the master was finished.

Now if the master was done eating,
he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers,
his mouth, and clean his beard,
and would wad up that napkin and toss it onto the table. 
The servant would then know to the clear the table.

For in those days the wadded napkin meant, “I’m done.”

But if the master got up from the table,
and folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate,
the servant would not dare touch the table,
because the servant knew that the folded napkin meant,
“I’m not finished yet.”

The folded napkin meant, “I’m coming back!”

Is the folded napkin important?  Absolutely!

Is the folded napkin significant?  Yes!

Praise God,

He is alive and He is coming back again
for those who are cleansed by the blood He shed on that cross.


Praise God, Jesus is coming back!


He is Risen
and
He is coming back!






Friday, April 3, 2015


THE CROSS

This is the day we call Good Friday because on this day 
we celebrate that our Lord went to the cross
to die for us so that we could have eternal life.

We have  jewelry in the form of crosses,
 pictures of crosses on our walls, 
many reminders of the cross on which our Saviour died.

Christians today frequently talk about the cross. 

We understand the real meaning of the cross.  

But sometimes we forget the cruelty of the cross.
The price our Saviour paid on the cross.
Jesus paid for OUR sins on that cross.  

He didn't just die there, 
He suffered more than we can imagine.
Here is an article written by a physician about the crucifixion:


AND THEY CRUCIFIED HIM

A medical doctor provides a physical description:

The cross is placed on the ground and the exhausted man is quickly thrown 
backwards with his shoulders against the wood. 
The legionnaire feels for the depression at the front of the wrist. 
He drives a heavy, square wrought-iron nail through the wrist deep into the wood. 
Quickly he moves to the other side and repeats the action, 
being careful not to pull the arms too tightly, 
but to allow some flex and movement. 
The cross is then lifted into place. 
The left foot is pressed backward against the right foot, 
and with both feet extended, toes down, 
a nail is driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees flexed. 
The victim is now crucified.

As he slowly sags down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, 
excruciating fiery pain shoots along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain -- 
the nails in the wrists are putting pressure on the median nerves. 
As he pushes himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, 
he places the full weight on the nail through his feet. 
Again he feels the searing agony of the nail tearing 
through the nerves between the bones of his feet.

As the arms fatigue, cramps sweep through his muscles, 
knotting them deep relentless, and throbbing pain. 
With these cramps comes the inability to push himself upward to breathe. 
Air can be drawn into the lungs but not exhaled. 
He fights to raise himself in order to get even one small breath.

Finally, carbon dioxide builds up in the lungs and in the blood stream, 
and the cramps partially subsided. 
Spasmodically, he is able to push himself upward 
to exhale and bring in life-giving oxygen.

Hours of limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-renting cramps,
intermittent partial asphyxiation, searing pain as tissue is torn from his 
lacerated back as he moves up and down against rough timber. 
Then another agony begins: a deep, crushing pain deep in the chest 
as the pericardium slowly fills with serum and begins to compress the heart.

It is now almost over. 
The loss of tissue fluids has reached a critical level. 
The compressed heart is struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood into the tissues. 
The tortured lungs are making frantic effort to gasp in small gulps of air. 
He can feel the chill of death creeping through his tissues.

Finally, he allows his body to die.

All this the Bible records with the simple words, "and they crucified Him" (Mark 15:24).

-- C. Truman Davis, M.D., M.S., Arizona Medicine, Vol. 22 No. 3 March 1965



We must never forget the price Christ willingly paid for our sins.  
We must never forget the love of the Father who allowed Him to die
that we sinners could be cleansed by the blood of the 
innocent Lamb and be made ready to live with Him for eternity.


We should daily thank Him for the sacrifice He made for us.