Faith On Every Corner August 2025

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Nymphenburg Palace, Munich, Germany

For as we have many members in one body, but all the members do not have the same function, so we, being many, are one body in Christ, and individually members of one another. Romans 12:4-5NKJV

Photo by Noelle Byrum

Photographer: Noelle Byrum

Hello, my name is Noelle Byrum and I recently had the opportunity to spend 5 weeks in Munich, Germany as a student in the EF Language program. I’ve taken German class in school for the last two years and have really enjoyed it! I thought it would be exciting to visit the country and further my ability to speak the language. As a student I attended classes Monday through Friday for 4 hours per day. There was lots of homework and even some tests! Although I still have a lot to learn, I greatly improved my ability to hear and speak German. If you’re wondering where I lived during my time in Germany, I was blessed to stay with a wonderful host family in Brunnthal, just 25 minutes south of Munich. I also had two roommates, one from Switzerland and one from Columbia. I loved getting to know them and was so sad to say good-bye to them all.

I also had lots of opportunities to visit churches, palaces, castles, the ballet, and mountains. However, of all the amazing places I got to visit, my favorites were all the majestic churches. While the castles and palaces were beautiful, I couldn’t help but be overcome with the sense that the churches were built to glorify God. Overall, my time in Germany was such a joy! Not only was it a wonderful time to build independence away from home, but it gave me a deeper appreciation for the country and culture of the German people.

Bis Später! Noelle

Photos continued on page 36

Thank you for sharing your photos with us Noelle.

Note From Karen Ruhl, Editor

August...summer is almost over!

I have been enjoying getting photos of my grandson playing in the swimming pool. He has a life vest on and is being taught to swim by his mom. The smile on his face says it all. He loves water! My heart swells when I see how wonderful he is doing and it makes me wonder if God’s heart swells when He sees His children enjoying life and following Him on a daily basis.

I love this paragraph: God experiences joy when individuals exhibit faith, love, and obedience. This includes acts of service, kindness, and generosity towards others, mirroring God’s own nature. Furthermore, God finds delight in the salvation of individuals and their expressions of praise and worship. (This is credited to AI)

As we move in to August, let’s all think of ways we can be kind to others. There are many changes going on and some that are bringing hardships to people, keep your eyes and ears open so you can come beside someone and bring them hope, love, and possibly a few moments of joy.

I have a challenge for you, invite someone you know to come and sit with you at church. I invited my new neighbors and last Sunday, we sat together and worshipped our Lord. It was a wonderful service and after, I introduced them to two of our pastors, and some neighbors. They were so happy to meet a couple of people and those they met made them feel very welcomed.

I think I am going to be really happy that I work from home this August! We have had very high temps and working from home allows me to stay inside, concentrate on my work, and yet look out of my beautiful big windows and look up toward Heaven and thank God for all He does for us.

I pray for everyone who contributes to our magazine, and all of our readers around the world. Take time out of your day, everyday, to thank God for all He has given you and pray for those who are in need of His love and protection.

I love you, Karen

Loving my grandson!! He is getting so big and is so happy!

COVER AND PHOTOS By Noelle Byrum

Thank you for sharing your photos with us, Noelle

Poetry ... by John Alexander ... Pages 6-7 (So glad you are back, John)

Chasing The Doves ... by Melissa Henderson ... Pages 8-9

Remembering How Hatred Destroys While Love Builds Up ... by Yvonne M. Morgan ... Pages 10-11

Vacation Bible School Tired! ... by Donna J. Miller.. Page 12-13

Morning Coffee ... by Michael E. Wells ... Pages 14-15

Trust In The Lord ... by Irene Surya ... Page 16

Seed by Kris Green ... Page 17

Even In Flight ... By Brianna Barrett ... Pages 18-19

Our Spiritual Ascension by Mitchell Milch ... Page 20-21

The Biker Bar ... By Shara Bueler-Repka ... Pages 22-23

A Thing Of Beauty ...by Nicole Byrum ... Pages 24-25

I Am Broken / Leadership by Example ... Richard D. Waters ... Pages 26-27

Something New ... By Linda Castro ... Pages 28-29

Home Sweet Home ... by Melissa Gween Meek ... Pages 30-31

Sending prayers for all of the kids that will be going back to school at the end of this month.

Confessions of a Door Greeter... By Kris Green ... Pages 32

Prayer by Charles White ... Page 33

The Wonders of Love ... By Brenda McDaniel ... Pages 34-35

Road Trippin’ ... Noelle Byrum ... Pages 36-39

I have been blessed by many people, one I want to mention is my friend Donna Miller - she is also a writer for the magazine. Donna took me on a trip this month to visit the Billy Graham Library. I cannot describe the experience other than to say that I was in awe of what he did in his lifetime.

Thank you, Donna for the gift of your friendship and this unforgetable visit.

Trials

John Alexander

We all go through trials in life. I’m grateful to have been able to have the Lord as well as Christian friends and family with me during my recent surgery. While I’m still in physical therapy for another month or so following a brain surgery, the outlook for a full recovery is good. I’m grateful the meningioma they removed was benign.

Thank you, Karen, for sharing such kind words for me last month. I’m grateful to be back sharing poems this month. I pray they touch and inspire others.

Blessings,

John Alexander QuietTimeRhymes.com

Mountains And Valleys

On the top of a mountain, its peaks white with snow, I see God’s creation and bask in His glow. On the top of a mountain, I let my heart soar. It’s easy to praise Him, the One I adore. My time on the mountain, although it is brief, Those glimpses of glory give comfort in grief. God’s presence is with me in valleys below. In troubles still praise Him and bask in His glow. Find rest in the meadows, take time to be still, Beside the still waters, just seeking His will.

I know He will guide me and show me the way. Lord help me to listen and hear what You say. Praise God You’re beside me to comfort and mend. On mountains, through valleys, Your love never ends.

His Grace

I’m daily blessed to know God’s grace. My heart can sense His warm embrace. His love abides to keep me whole. The music forms inside my soul. God’s grace can soothe the deepest pain, His love a song a sweet refrain. Lord fill my heart and soul with song That I may sing the whole day long. Lord help me share and others hear With heart and soul not just the ear. Help me to share Your grace each day Through what I write and share and say. May others know Your grace, Your love, That peace descending like a dove.

Shine

You have words inside you that need to be shared, Words to express how you feel, how you care. Why keep the words captive and locked up inside? Share with the world all your treasures, don’t hide. Don’t just repeat what you read, or you hear. Reach deep inside you for what you hold dear. We’re each one unique; we’re not stamped from a mold.

We each one have value more precious than gold. Dig deep for the treasures inside you to mine, Those beautiful gemstones just waiting to shine. You might find a diamond just right for a ring, Or words to a melody one day you’ll sing.

Share what’s inside you and let it take flight. Help others in darkness see clearly your light.

Award-winning author Melissa Henderson writes inspirational messages laced with a bit of humor. With stories in books, magazines, devotionals and more, Melissa hopes to encourage readers. Melissa is the author of “Licky the Lizard”and“Grumpy the Gator”. Her passions are helping in community and church. Melissa is an Elder, Deacon and Stephen Minister. Follow Melissa on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and at https://www.facebook.com/melissa.henderson.9440

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Chasing The Doves

One of my favorite hobbies is bird watching. We have two hummingbird feeders and two tray feeders for the other birds. A window feeder is positioned so we can watch the birds from the dining room and living room. There is a hummingbird feeder out back and another at my office window. Watching the birds gives me great joy. The way they interact, chase each other, and share the feeders is fascinating. There is only one problem. The doves like to take over the feeders and not share. So, we spend time each day chasing the doves.

The calls of Carolina Wrens, Black-capped chickadees, cardinals, and robins can be heard from morning until evening here in the Lowcountry of South Carolina. Some birds start the day early by singing loud tunes for everyone to hear. Other birds sing quiet songs. The hummingbirds have interesting chatter as they converse. I’ve always enjoyed learning about birds and their habits.

Each morning, Alan and I check the feeders to make sure there is enough seed. We look at the hummingbird feeders to see if the nectar needs refilling. As we position ourselves near the feeders, we can hear birds sitting in the trees and calling to each other. Perhaps they are giving an alert that fresh food is prepared. Maybe they are warning birds to stay away until we are gone.

The one type of bird that can be annoying sometimes is the dove. Beautiful bird. However, the doves don’t like to share the seed. They will position themselves inside the tray and window feeder and sit there until we scare them away. At times, we have seen two in the feeders and six sitting on the roof of the house next door. Why are they so stingy with the seed?

When those doves are hogging the seed, other little birds sit on the ground or tree branches and wait. Rowan and Eden have learned to watch for the doves. “Mimi, there’s a dove. I’m going to chase it away.” That comment is made several times a day. Then, Rowan and/or Eden will run to the window and shout at the doves.

Those doves leave the feeder for a few minutes and then return. They sit on the roof next door and watch for us to walk away from the window. Smart birds. We think we have them scared and that they won’t return. No. As soon as we leave the window, they return.

I laugh out loud when I think of the time we spent chasing the doves. We want to feed the birds, but those doves need to share. We have a wonderful bird store that has a great variety of bird seed. They are available to answer questions about birds, feeders, seeds, and more.

Meanwhile, the hummingbirds continue to chase each other away from the feeder. One hummingbird has decided that sharing is not an option. Their funny movements and chatter bring laughter and joy. I remember when my Daddy wore his red cap and sat on the front porch. The hummingbirds would fly right up to his cap. Daddy never moved or swatted them away. He loved those little birds. Mama loved the birds, too.

Mama and Daddy taught me how to love and take care of the birds. I’m thankful for God’s creations, big and small.

Time to chase the doves again. Do you enjoy watching the birds?

“The Lord has done it this very day; let us rejoice today and be glad.” (Psalms 118:24 NIV)

In His Name, Melissa Henderson

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Turning Mountains into Molehills (2017)

Remembering How Hatred Destroys While Love Builds Up

“Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs.” Proverbs 10:12 (NIV)

On the 30th anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing, Oklahoma held somber commemorations. The ceremony commemorated the victims and the impact of the tragedy. The bombing occurred at 9:02 AM on April 19, 1995. A horrific bombing ripped through the city, claiming 168 lives and injuring 680. A trail of destruction impacting countless lives and businesses, along with $652 million in monetary damage, followed the blast. Untold thousands suffered deep emotional wounds because of the Murrah Building bombing. The scars of the past remained, but life slowly pulsed back into Oklahoma City as it recovered. However, the memory of the victims, their lives extinguished in this act of terrorism, served as a solemn vow that we would never forget.

My husband and I, both University of Oklahoma graduates, have always adored the vibrant energy and unique character of Oklahoma City. We lived in Dallas; the city felt heavy with a sense of unease. The blast’s impact resonated for us even in Dallas, where the somber news of colleagues lost at my husband’s agency brought a heavy silence. In Oklahoma City for three weeks after the bombing, he provided help as needed. Overpowered by the appeal of Oklahoma City and our favorite college team, we moved back in 2007.

Proverbs 10:12 (NIV) illustrates how hatred, such as the kind that fueled the devastating OKC bombing, ignites conflict. Hatred leaves a trail of destruction and pain. The bombing, a horrific act fueled by hatred in the hearts of the perpetrators, resulted in a trail of innocent blood, including many children. Hatred is a destructive force that consumes everything in its path. The Bible counters hate’s ugliness by presenting love as a beacon of hope and empathy, a complete opposite.

We find a striking difference when the NIV Bible mentions love 551 times, significantly more than the 80 mentions of hate, emphasizing the biblical theme of love over hatred. In the Bible, God’s messages about love significantly outweigh mentions of hate. Because of the Christian faith, a life of selfless love reflecting God’s grace is our calling, no matter the circumstances. Peter grasped the profound meaning of loving one’s enemies. Peter’s question to Jesus in Matthew 18:21-22 (NIV) is: “Lord, how many times should I forgive my brother when he sins against me?” With a gentle yet resolute tone, Jesus said, “I tell you, not merely seven times, but seventy times seven.”

The devastation of the bombing remains vivid, but only through love and forgiveness can we truly heal. If we do not confront and overcome our hatred and anger, they will consume and destroy us from within, just as it devoured the bombers, leaving behind only bitterness and ruin.

“Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” Romans 12:21 (NIV).

Prayer

Lord, we pray you would eradicate hatred from our hearts and minds, and from the hearts of others. Replace the anger, bitterness, and resentment with compassion, empathy, and understanding. Help us see the beauty and potential in every individual, regardless of their background or beliefs. May we be filled with your love and grace, so that we may be instruments of peace and reconciliation in this world. Amen.

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Donna is a preschool curriculum writer for Lifeway and loves teaching two year olds at her church, Hudson First Baptist. She is a retired elementary school media coordinator and K-1 teacher. She loves all children - especially her 4 grandchildren! She loves to read, scrapbook, and make cards. Donna lives in Hudson, NC with her husband, Lewis. They enjoy traveling together.

Vacation Bible School Tired!

Recently, I saw a cartoon of a woman crawling into her house with the caption, “There is no tired like Vacation Bible School tired.” Since we just finished VBS (Vacation Bible School) at our church, I agree. I worked in crafts and over 100 children rotated through our room each night. The children were well behaved and we had plenty of help, but I came home each night very tired! Especially after we tried a craft that called for cornstarch to be placed in balloons to make stress balls. We had cornstarch (20 pounds of it) everywhere even after we made it into play dough instead of using it dry!

Vacation Bible School began in the late 1800s with women who saw the need to keep children off the streets and also teach them from the Bible. Some of those early schools lasted four or five weeks. (Talk about tired!)

By the 1920s, Christian publishing companies like Standard Publishing and Lifeway and begun to print curriculum. Today, the curriculum is often tied to a theme and while the theme suggests fun decorations and activities, the main reason for VBS is to teach Bible truths!

Many children who don’t attend church year-round will attend VBS at a nearby church and hear about Jesus. Children who attend church every week have an opportunity to learn more in a fun environment. Many families feel welcomed after their child is involved in VBS!

Our church has 10 hours of VBS over four days and the children learn five Bible stories, Bible verses, and exciting songs to reinforce the Bible truths. If a child attends Sunday School each week, it would take at least a month for him to hear five Bible stories. VBS concentrates learning time and provides fun activities that reinforce what the child is learning.

Psalm 78:4 says: “We will not hide them from their children, but will tell a future generation the praiseworthy acts of the Lord, his might, and the wondrous works he has performed.” VBS is a great time to teach the children what God has done!

VBS has been a part of my life almost every summer since I was born. I have been a part of VBS as a student, a helper, a teacher, and part of a planning committee. I was even blessed to be able to write Preschool VBS curriculum several times.

My most treasured memories of VBS are the years that my nephew came to stay with me and go to Bible School at our church. In second grade, when he went to our Sunday School, the teacher welcomed him as a visitor. He assured her that he was not a visitor, because this was “his Bible School church.” That sense of belonging was built by being loved, having good experiences, and learning about Jesus at our church… even though he was only there a few days each year.

A friend told me about her 80-year-old neighbor who works in VBS crafts at his church every year. He remembers going to VBS in three small rural churches one summer when he was a boy. The same woman (probably our Associational Missionary) was in charge at each church and did the same crafts at each one. He continues to teach VBS each year. He remembers VBS fondly and is helping the next generation know about Jesus and have happy church memories.

People often take VBS on the road with mission teams- I went with a team to the coast of North Carolina and worked with two small churches who offered VBS in a tourist area. Their teachers were the leaders and we assisted since they had many visiting children from nearby resorts. It was a blessing to teach children from many places.

Another year, I was on a team that went to Dallas, Texas. Several of us taught Backyard Bible Club (a small VBS in someone’s yard). A twelve-year-old boy was quite a rascal and distracted everyone instead of listening. We tried our best to present the gospel and to show love to him.

The next year, we went back to Dallas. My daughter and I were walking down the sidewalk and passed several teenagers walking the opposite way on the other side of the street. Suddenly, one broke away from the group and ran to us. It was the now thirteenyear-old and he was excited to see us. I was amazed! Proverbs 22:6 say, “Start a youth out on his way; even when he grows old he will not depart from it.” I pray that he remembers the Bible truths we taught, as well as he remembered us!

1 John 1:4 says: “I have no greater joy than this: to hear that my children are walking in truth.” Often children are saved during VBS. This year six children were baptized after our VBS!

Remember Jesus’ response when children gathered near Him in Mark 10:14b? He said, “Let the little children come to me. Don’t stop them,because the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” VBS provides an opportunity to introduce children to the kingdom of God.

Has your church had VBS this year? Did you help? If it is later this summer, will you help? Pray for the children to remember what they learned and to decide to follow Jesus! Pray for the teachers’ strength and wisdom as they prepare and teach. Mark your calendar for next year and rest up. VBS will come again before we know it!

Scriptures are Christian Standard Bible (CSB)

Michael E. Wells has a passion for writing letters of Christian encouragement. With poetic style and moving messages, the reader is often comforted and consoled, inspired and refreshed. Since his retirement from Federal Service in 2006, most mornings are spent penning letters of the heart. Tucked away in the foothills of Pennsylvania, his is an idyllic lifestyle in a pastoral setting. This backdrop helps to set both mood and message for his many writings. You can find his book, “Morning Coffee with Words For The Day” at Amazon.com.

Morning Coffee

LIVE YOUR LIFE

For those in middle America whose hearts and minds have been held captive to daily tragedies in our big cities, it is time to break free. The prophet Isaiah in comforting his people in a time of great uncertainty all around simply said, “... do not live in dread of what frightens them.” Isaiah 8:12 We who live in small town America constantly trouble ourselves through the media with the harsh realities of big city news.

Yes, they do have big problems but that’s why we don’t live there and yet our mindset can become as those who do. Fear and dread are a state of mind in which some live. Mass media is a new phenomenon in history. It has exposed the worst of our cities and the world to the tranquil remote areas of America and caused some to fear where there was no cause. These are not ours to remedy.

We empower local leaders to promote and maintain our best interests while we pray for theirs. Today let your mind live locally. Turn off the device, take a walk through town or the place where you live. Tip your hat to strangers and open doors for ladies. Enjoy the company of friends and neighbors. God hands out life one day at a time, be sure to live yours today and rest in Him for your tomorrows.

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A WORLD AWAY

There is a place not far from us that once entered into is not of this world. Someone once said experience trumps opinion. You cannot debate away another person’s moments of tangible encounters. Jesus once said, “My kingdom is not of this world.” Paul said our citizenship is in heaven and that right now on the earth we experience the kingdom, which is right standing with God, peace of heart and joy in the Holy Spirit.

It is a spiritual place of connection not an ethereal setting for chanting. It is moments with God, moments that after we have said our peace He brings thoughts to mind. Thoughts that would not have normally come, solutions we had not pondered, a closeness we had needed and a joy rising up seemingly from nowhere. He brings fresh revelation to our mind of His word that we have placed in our heart. Purpose is restored and peace reigns.

Though some may not experience this it does not change the reality for those who do. The presence of God does come, it’s not for a select few but for all those who desire Him. The Bible states God rewards those who earnestly seek Him. Our spirits are lifted to another place if but for a moment but it is enough. It is a glimpse of eternal things to come and though you may just be praying in your room, it is truly a world away.

CLEAR THE COOKIES

Our brains and our computers have much in common. They can become too full of both inconsequential and harmful information. Over a period of time they may no longer operate at an optimum. It is a simple thing to defrag, clean disc, download updates, delete cookies, scan for viruses, malware and spyware in order to maintain the full functionality of our computers but quite another for our minds.

Our brain being the device and our mind the software it is not so easy to clean up and restart. Learning to navigate the system is the key. The programming is there, accessing it is the challenge. Sleep is a great way to defrag. Cleaning up all those disjointed scenes that play in your mind right before you awaken fresh. Then as you get up it is a good time for updates as you wait meditatively before the Lord, word open and mind fixed.

Updates may take some time, the hour glass may spin in your mind but be patient a new window will open. Now you can scan for all manner of viruses. Harmful info and ideas you may have picked up the day before. Stealth is the mode of deception in the mind. It can control our beliefs and actions. It needs to be sought out and deleted from our consciousness. So waking up defragged, waiting on the Lord for updates and scanning for malware you are now ready for the day. One last thing before you get up...don’t forget to clear the cookies.

TRUST IN THE LORD

I gently open the window In the early hours of dawn, To find a dense layer of fog Obstructive my panoramic view.

I ponder deeply within my soul, Will I trust in the Lord

During foggy or confusing times, Or doubt Him unbelievingly.

There may be a dense layer of fog

Dr. Irene Surya is an awardwinning author of her book, In Solitude with God. Her poems have been published in various magazines and anthologies. She has a passion for writing for the Lord and glorifying His name through her writings. She loves and serves the Lord with her husband.

Obstructive my view of the future, But I intend to trust God always For there will be blue skies soon later.

I know I can trust God entirely. For He keeps me in perfect peace When my mind is steadfast And is looking up to Him.

Let me always say, Trust in the Lord forever, For the Lord, the Lord himself, Is the Rock eternal.

Let us trust in the Lord And offer a sacrifice of praise. Giving thanks to the Lord, Recounting all of His wonderful deeds.

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Kris Green lives in Florida with his beautiful wife and two savage children. He’s been published over 80 times in the last few years by the wonderful people at Nifty Lit, The Haberdasher: Peddlers of Literary Art, In Parentheses Magazine, Route 7 Review, BarBar Magazine, and many more. He won the 2023 Barbe Best Short Story and Reader’s Choice Award for his short story, “Redemption”. Currently, he has regular

Seed

I’m not good with plants But I found this seed, if you can help. There are some cracks, Exposure has caused it to suffer.

The soil doesn’t look good. Dry and inhospitable. Are you surrounding it with manure? Is that the right thing to do?

The plant looks sick. Ashen leaves with brittle branches. Do we need to resoil? Replant? Will fresh water be enough to save it?

Can you take this seed, this dream, in my heart –That time and heartache have beaten down, And make it something more?

Will you breathe new life into this and cause something to grow?

Brianna is a Carolina girl who loves Jesus and her family. She enjoys watching the sunrise, photography, reading, writing, and paddleboarding. According to her teenage son, she’s a master chef in the kitchen, making gluten-free cuisine from around the world. Her writing and photography have appeared in numerous publications including Faith On Every Corner, Creation Illustrated, and Our Story Magazine, and she is a contributor to The Grit and Grace Project and Broken But Priceless Magazine where she writes the column, “From A Homemaker’s Heart”. Her first devotional book, “Hope in the Healing: A 40-Day Devotional Journey Through Chronic Illness” is due out this spring. Check out her latest works at www.briannagrams.com and connect with her on Instagram, Facebook, or Pinterest.

Even In Flight

“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.” Psalm 56:8 NLT

I wake up the same way each morning, sliding the button on the alarm to silence it and slowly rolling to the edge of the bed to put my left foot down and then my right one. Pausing briefly to ensure my legs are strong enough today to carry me to the bathroom. Slowly, I test my legs to make it to the bathroom, balling my fists and releasing them, seeing which joints and muscles will be nice today and which will cause a problem. Each day brings a challenge of its own. Some days the pain is bearable, and other days it’s excruciating and overwhelming.

But in the midst of the pain, I give thanks. I was told recently by a well-meaning friend, “You can’t thank God for the pain. No one wants the pain.” No one wants to be in pain, to be heartbroken, to lose relationships or jobs. Whether I want it or not isn’t the point; it’s the point that I am giving thanks in all circumstances.

“Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18 NLT

I am often reminded of the Old Testament story of three men who refused to worship false gods and pagan kings. (Daniel 3:12,14-15). These three men, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, were thrown into a furnace. Not just into the fire, but a fire whose temperature had been raised seven times hotter (Daniel 3:19) because they refused to worship anyone or anything but the One true God (Daniel 3:16-18).

They straight up told King Nebuchadnezzar that God would save them, “but even if he doesn’t..” (Daniel 3:18). They confidently told the pagan King they would be fine in the furnace because God was with them, they would be fine, even if God didn’t.

How often do we put parameters on God if you answer this prayer or do this, God…I’ll be, do, etc. These three young, fearless men didn’t bargain or plead with God. They trusted God to take care of them. They trusted God would deliver them from their unfortunate circumstances.

Do you trust God to deliver you from your current circumstances? Do you trust Him enough to break the chains of sin and heal your wounds?

The enemy will try to knock us down when we wholeheartedly step out in faith. The enemy will feed you lies, bringing up your past and feeding your fears.

These three men told King Nebuchadnezzar that even if God didn’t deliver them, they still weren’t going to worship him and his false gods. Even if God didn’t rescue them, they were standing firm in their trust in God.

Even if not…God is still good.

Even if He doesn’t heal me, or answer my prayers, I will still choose to worship Him. I will still praise Him, I will still thank Him for what He has done/is doing.

So today I am thanking Him for my pain, for the hard circumstances, because even if not, God is still good.

When facing the flames of the furnace, whether it be a hard season, a new diagnosis, or another situation that knocks you off your feet, rest in knowing these characteristics of God to renew your strength.

He is for me - Psalm 63:7-8

He loves me - John 3:16

He chose me - Deuteronomy 7:6

He doesn’t leave me (even in the furnace) - Deuteronomy 31:8

He works things out for good (even when it’s hard to see) - Romans 8:28, Jeremiah 29:11 He is my strength - Psalm 28:7, 73:26

James tells us to be joyful in our trials (James 1:2), and Paul reminds us to rejoice in the Lord. (Philippians 4:4). Even if the pain is too much for me, it’s not too much for God. I trust He will walk through it with me. He will provide for me while He uses it. He uses our pains, our hard situations, for our good. Even if my healing doesn’t come on this side of heaven, God is still good. God uses our hardships in ways we sometimes don’t understand or grasp, so even if I have to endure the pain of my body daily, if it brings one person to know Jesus, it was worth it.

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Mitchell is a former Psychotherapist in Retirement. He Studied American History at SUNY Binghamton MSW and studied English Literature.

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Our Spiritual Ascension Requires That We Take Up Our Crosses And Grieve Our Paradises

Lost

During a recent sermon, our Pastor recited Matthew 16:24: “Then Jesus said to his disciples, ‘Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.’” What are the crosses we take up to be disciples of Jesus? What does it mean to take up the cross?

It is widely accepted that Christ in human form paid with his life so that we could be eligible to be saved and redeemed. The forces of sin and evil conspired to crucify Jesus as a false prophet. Yet sinking in despair while helpless to understand his forsaken plight, Christ never lost faith.

As believers we are tasked to take initial leaps of faith despite the longed-for picture our eyes cannot see and our imaginations cannot paint. If we do so, assisted by The Holy Spirit we can achieve transcendent states so sublimely filled with love sourced meaning and fulfillment, that rivers of gratitude flow endlessly through us so we can make peace with our open-ended incarnate suffering

Some of us unfortunately mightily resist taking such leaps. We are incredulous that our broken, empty, sinful and conflicted hearts can become sanctified vessels; cups running over with loving acts of service. You may know such people who look back at you in the mirror, or perhaps mirror you at home and in church.

We are not hard to identify and share characteristics such as: 1) We bow to the shrine of false idols who seduce us with false claims that our diffuse embedded and palpable memory traces of our idyllic beginnings in the womb and early infancy can be recaptured, 2) Often we believe with a tenacious fervor that it is owed us for being abruptly, prematurely and punitively jettisoned from our womb-like paradises, and 3) We vehemently cling to our innocence and refuse to countenance the idea that we are paying for Adam and Eve’s fall from grace.

When I think of false idols that beckon us to return to Eden, I am reminded of a theory of addictions that resonates with me. It was one championed by Scott Peck, MD, a devout Christian author and psychiatrist. The theory posits that many of us cling to drugs of choice as stand ins for the transitional objects of early childhood that we imbue with magical qualities associated with “the good mother.” This is a stage that is a precursor to internalizing these critical ego functions.

What is considered a crucial milestone of healthy “normal” development is that we have the safety, support, and security to internalize the self-soothing, self-regulatory functions initially provided by the mother and for a short while wishfully attached to our transitional objects. For those of us who get stuck at this phase, our adult drugs of choice become stand ins for these early objects. The compulsion to repeat history and return to The Garden of Eden tended to by our early caretakers, sadly and ironically makes a self-fulfilling prophecy of our worst fears of living lives as nomads in an inhospitable desert.

The crosses we have to bear translates to forsaking our addictive idols and the hopes of returning to Eden to re-create an inner sanctum of safety and security where we cease to abhor and protest pain and misfortune in our lives. This step is an inescapable precursor to taking leaps of faith in pursuit of discipleship. Resistance to doing so makes our own worst fears of being condemned to live our lives in inhospitable deserts of privation, self-fulfilling prophesies.

Dr. Peck championed the cause of Alcoholics Anonymous as the 12 step communities of support become networks of reliable transitional objects; people willing and able to soothe and help regulate us in recovery until we learn to trust that moves towards self-reliance will not be at the sacrifice of our support systems. This is a tried and tested formula for jump starting the internalization of self-soothing and self-regulatory functions. Learning to manage formerly problematic feeling states more than compensates for a future of mitigated and unavoidable suffering.

I leave you with the words of my muse, Dr. Peck. “We cannot go back. We can only go forward. To go back to Eden would be like trying to return to our mother’s womb, to infancy. Since we cannot go back to the womb or infancy, we must grow up. We can only go forward through the desert of life, making our way painfully over parched and barren ground into increasingly deeper levels of consciousness (From Further Along The Road Less Traveled).”

Shara Bueler-Repka is enjoying life as a singer/ songwriter/recording artist, freelance writer, and awardwinning author. She and her husband, Bruce, live in their living quarters horse trailer and call “home” wherever their rig is parked. Their mailbase, however, is Hallettsville, Texas. She loves sharing God’s Word through music with her husband, riding their horses (aka The Boys) in the backcountry, and writing about God’s grace in their various adventures on the trail less traveled.

The Biker Bar

Funny how something subtle triggers a hankering to visit unknown places and to experience new adventures. So it was when we saw the cover of a Christian magazine. Our friend, the pastor of a cowboy church, posed on the cover with a biker, also a pastor.

Intrigued, I flipped the pages to the article. This biker-pastor sounded like the real deal, and the Holy Spirit nudged my husband, Bruce and me to visit his church … in a bar. A biker bar.

Main Street was quiet in this small town as we slowly drove around to the back of the bar to park. We strolled down the sidewalk, passing motorcycles of every style neatly lined up side by side with their back tires against the front curb.

We didn’t know what to expect. Cautiously, we opened the rough-hewn door, letting our eyes adjust to the dark room. As we stood in the doorway, we figured we’d be as conspicuous as a neon light with our cowboy boots and hats amidst the leathers and dew-rags of the bikers. And, I’m pretty sure, we were the only ones who didn’t sport tattoos somewhere on our bodies.

Rough-looking, tatted, leathered, rode-hard parishioners graced the dim room with their warmth. We felt more welcome there than we had in the “religious” establishments with their new carpet and fancy digs. We found a couple of stools next to a video game and settled in with our backs against a vintage jukebox.

Before the service started, I decided to use the restroom and made my way through the crowd. As I opened the bathroom door, I nearly collided with a woman on her way out. The tats on her face, hands, and arms, her wild hair, and her tough exterior belied the light and peace in her eyes.

My first thought? “Whoa, I wouldn’t want to meet her in a dark alley.” However, looking into those eyes and hearing her joyful, accepting, friendly greeting reminded me once again to never judge a book by its cover.

Most of the congregation had been rode-hard-and-put-away-wet. They’d also found Jesus. God’s grace had saved them from hardships we could only imagine.

The service started with a guy and his guitar. I glanced past him at the stage and noticed a drum set and other evidence that this church had a band. Yet, there was just this guy and his guitar. You could tell he loved the Lord, but he was nervous. Apologizing for messing up a song, he repositioned his fingers over the guitar strings. He did his best filling in for the worship team.

His voice may not have been American Idol quality, and maybe he, more than once, fumbled around on his guitar, but what touched me was his heart. It lit up the room. I smiled as God revealed, again, that the performance is not as important as a person’s heart.

We all joined him in one accord, singing “Turn your eyes upon Jesus.” How appropriate. I caught a movement to my left, and an old biker rose from his chair with something in his hand. An American flag dew- rag adorned the top of his gray head, and his long ponytail swung down over the biker colors of his leather jacket. He lifted the object in his hands to his lips, and the sweet, earthy tones of a harmonica filled the room. He played in perfect time with the guitar and voices.

It was simple, raw. The Holy Spirit permeated that rustic bar. Tears welled in my eyes as the peace of God soothed my hurting soul. All the disappointment from dealing with other “worship” teams and churches with their critical, performance-based attitudes melted away. This is how it should be, I thought. This is how God always intended it to be—simple, yet powerful.

That old biker danced from one foot to the other in the joy of the Lord as his harmonica sang. And then he lowered his hands and quoted Matthew 18:20, “Where two or more are gathered in My Name, there will I be.” We all knew that Jesus stood with us in that dark, musty, beer-stained biker bar.

The rest of the day continued to be one of the best times we’ve ever had with fellow believers. No pomp or parades. No ruses or airs. It was uncomplicated. It was genuine. It was Jesus.

The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you all. Amen ( 2 Corinthians 13:14).

Nicole is a licensed marriage and family therapist with over 14 years of experience in community mental health. She is the author of Remade: Living Free a book written for women in recovery from substance abuse and unhealthy relationships.

Nicole also maintains a blog at nicolebyrum.com as well as a podcast, 5 Minute Word. Both focus on topics related to faith and relationships. She lives in Northwest Ohio with her husband and two children. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading, running, or cooking.

A Thing Of Beauty

Those of you who know me know I’m not artistic. Creative, yes. You want me to whip up content for a presentation or podcast? I got you. Create a devotional or write an article or book? No problem. But artistic? Nope. Not by a long shot! I can’t draw, paint, or craft. (And please don’t ask me to decorate for a party.)

As a wife and mom, I’ve often felt guilty for not making our home a more beautiful place. Don’t get me wrong, we have some decor going on. But when I compare my home to others who are gifted with making a home aesthetically pleasing, I feel as though I have failed my family.

I was praying about this very issue a few Wednesdays ago during our church’s weekly prayer meeting. As I prayed for both the desire and perseverance to make my home lovely, I also randomly wondered what Jesus would think about the state of my home. Would I feel embarrassed if he were to walk through the front door? Almost immediately, I felt the Holy Spirit guide me to Scripture. Specifically, 1 Peter 3:3-4.

In these verses we learn the true beauty of a woman does not come from her braided hair, clothing, or jewelry, but from a gentle and quiet spirit. I have to say, it was kind of a lightbulb moment. I had never really considered how this also applies to a home environment- that the beauty a woman contributes to her home isn’t about her decorating style, but about the beauty she brings through warmth, gracious words, a hospitable spirit, and a servant heart.

I then remembered how Jesus scolded the Pharisees for washing the outside of the cup while being inwardly full of greed; and how he compared them to beautiful white washed tombs which inside were full of dead people’s bones (Matthew 23:25-27). I was also reminded of the Scripture that says it’s better to have a simple dinner with love than a fattened ox and hatred with it (Proverbs 15:17).

All of these verses compiled in my mind in a moment’s time, and it became clear the Lord was telling me not to overlook the most important way to usher in beauty. It was freeing to think that making my home beautiful had nothing to do with wall hangings, plants, or stellar baseboards. Now don’t get me wrong- there’s certainly nothing wrong with nice clothing, jewelry, or braided hair. And there’s nothing wrong with lovely home decor! In fact, I fully believe we should do what we can to make our homes visually pleasing. But what a relief to know that the beauty that pleases the Lord is the bearing of the fruits of the Spirit and a heart that longs to do His will. In this way, I will strive to make my home a thing of beauty.

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Richard D. Waters lives in Hudson, North Caroline. He is a Youth Pastor at Calvary Advent Christian Church. He loves working with children and youth. His heart is to teach them about Jesus, and how Jesus loves them. He loves his family and making memories with them. One of the things he loves the most is making people laugh and smile. He is the king of Dad Jokes.

My first children’s book will be published this month, watch for “Corn Dog Capers.”

I Am Broken by

I am broken for the young lady who walks around in school full of doubt and shame because of the choices she has made.

I am broken for the young man who thinks he has to prove himself to others by being something he’s not.

I am broken for the girl who dresses all in black with black lipstick and makeup. She loves Jesus, but can’t go to church because of people judging her by her appearance.

I am broken for the young man who has his pants sagging a little, and is labeled a gangster.

I am broken for the young, single mom with kids who are trying to make ends meat. She has to work 2 jobs and raise her kids. She's broken and needs help. But is judged because she can't alway be at church because of work. Yet, she loves Jesus.

I am broken for the man who has a checkered past and feels ashamed. He has given his heart to Jesus, but is told he can't pastor, preach, or even teach Sunday School because of the sins God wiped away.

I am broken for the pastor who feels all alone. He does his best to prepare sermons, visits people, and yes, raise his own family. Yet feels like he has no time to relax and be refreshed. So he stands alone, he feels in his mind.

I am broken for people I may have discouraged from ever coming to know Jesus because of my actions and how I have treated them. FATHER,

FORGIVE ME!

-Richard D. Waters.

“For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.” John 3:17

“Leadership

by Example.”

When I think about where I have been and where my life is now, one name comes to mind. His name is Fred King Jr. When I became a Christian, he knew the life I was living and the home I was in. He took me under his wing. I was a hard nut to crack to say the least. The church we were going to was a traditional Southern Baptist Church. You know the type. Hymns, Southern Gospel, traditional Choir music, and King James Only. I was coming from a life that was a little more extreme. Fred knew that and sensed that. He chose to pour into my life in a different way. He introduced me to some amazing Contemporary Christian Music.

When I felt like God was calling me into youth ministry, went 100% behind me and helping me grow. A few years later, we started a little church called, The Gospel Barn. There he put e in position to lead some young people in this area. He also taught me how to play the bass guitar. His son and I with a few other started a band called, “Voice.” We wrote our own music and traveled around some playing music and sharing the Gospel. When I think about where I am, first I thank Jesus and second, I thank Fred.

Fred treated me like one of his sons. He would joke and carry on with me like he did his kids. Always keeping things light and keeping a smile on my face. He always me in line as well. He would tell me the truth as well as tell me something funny. I try and lead my kids and have the relationship with them like I saw him do to his on children. He is an amazing father and Husband to Leah King. Such an amazing mentor to me.

As former owner and creative director of two advertising agencies, Linda has years of experience creating a public impression of a product through the media using television commercials, radio and print advertising, press releases, and marketing campaigns.

Linda has been a caregiver for her son; a volunteer who travelled to Egypt and helped Sudanese refugees; a volunteer for a local food ministry, and a Creative Writing teacher for the Arts and Humanities Council of Tulsa for their Artists in the Schools program.

SOMETHING NEW

“Behold

I will do a new thing:” (Isaiah 43:19a KJV)

When God was announcing that He was going to do something new, He described it and made His intentions plain. How many of us need Something New in our lives?

When my only child passed away after a long illness, I was kind of stuck. Stuck in the routine of caring for someone who was no longer there; stuck in buying particular things at the grocery store that no one needed anymore; stuck in responding to people asking about my son who did not know he had passed away and I had to go through that trauma over and over again.

But I reached a point where I needed Something New. God provided! Although not in the way I was thinking He would.

My son was my only child and he had no children so I had no children and no grandchildren to occupy my time. So I was alone. I did not want to be in grief groups; I had shed enough tears. What I wanted and desperately needed was Something New.

I actually made a list. I could visit local places. I could begin new hobbies. I could get back to the files of writing that I had postponed.

Then. My son had always had a dog but the vet had determined that the dog was old and ad some health issues; that the treatment wasn’t working so I had to have the dog put to sleep. I was trying to keep it alive because it was like keeping part of my son alive and with me. But the vet told me I really needed to let it go. So, I was alone.

Then. The neighbor, who was pregnant, asked if I would take their cat, temporarily, as the smell of cat food made her nauseous. So, I said yes. So, now, I had a cat to care for. neighbor came over and helped me with the bottle feeding, etc.

Then. The cat I was supposed to only have “temporarily” did not get along with the new cat next door that the pregnant neighbor’s son had brought home so I was asked to keep this cat, permanently. So, now I had two cats!

This was not the “Something New” I was anticipating!

It’s been a number of years now since my only child passed away; his dog had to be put down; a “temporary” cat became permanent; and a tiny kitten has grown up!

When we ask God for “Something New”, apparently, He already has plans for our time.

I can still visit local places. I can still participate in new hobbies; and I can still work on files of writing. od decided He would give me “Something New” in the form of two cats to cuddle and love. And I am no longer alone.

HOME SWEET HOME

Melissa Gween Meek is a searching Christian, using the Word and writing devotionals to deepen her faith. Through her life experiences of losing a spouse and experiencing health struggles, she aspires to help others through her love for putting words on paper. You can find her on Facebook where, for more than three years, she has written a weekly message for Schneider’s Life Group.

Melissa Gween Meek

Donna was diagnosed with terminal colon cancer, her life expectancy at 3-5 years. I met her in the mid-point, when she had moved to her brother and sister-in-law’s home in North Canton. She sold her Cincinnati home and most of the furnishings, left behind her nursing job and life as it was before the diagnosis.

We crossed paths at a church we both attended, I hosted a writer’s workshop on telling your story. She had a story, what she didn’t know is how the plot would change course. Her solemn quietness, carrying her concealed little chemotherapy pouch around her waist, was hinting of her weariness. She was trying to live the best quality of life she could, while she could.

She had a fervent love for God and trusted Him to stand by her, keeping her calm and at peace. I noticed her restlessness as she volunteered at our church’s kitchen serving dinners. I was taken back by her strength mentally as well as physically.

Her “time” was creeping up on her and just when she thought the cancer was consuming her, a restoration took over. I thought it may have been her at peace with her pending death but then her scans started to show a turnaround. Her steadfastness andtrust in God provided an unexplained healing.

Proverbs 3:5-6 “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.”

She was missing her life, job, and friends but more feeling she wanted “home” again. Holding back some to see if her health would tether, she realized she wasn’t going to wait on dying and move forward. Right before Thanksgiving she took a leap of faith and bought a small home, had very little to furnish it with but that was ok. She would make it home, room by room.

But first she would give back to God. Our church was in desperate need of a nurse to be part of a Mission Trip overseas. A week before, the nurse who had planned to go could not due to a family emergency and without a nurse there would be no Mission Trip. There also was the cost to cover travel expenses to consider. Donna had not gone too far away from doctors since her diagnosis, let alone overseas. Not only did she take another leap of faith and commitment, but donations were also given enough to cover her travel expenses.

Back home and just before the New Year she started to set up housekeeping, had a new focus of living instead of dying. After some time of getting settled, she invited me over for supper. I didn’t expect anything more than a pizza or soup with sandwiches. As we sat at her quaint little built-in kitchen nook as she didn’t yet have her dining room set up, we shared conversation as she served cheese and crackers. Then she presented a crisp, green salad on lovely tin plates and fresh, warmed sourdough bread. We ate in stages for over an hour or so, and I was so enjoying both our conversation and the food as she then served the entrée of pork tenderloin and rice!

After we finished the meal we walked into her living room, complete with comforts of a sectional with pillows, some candles and pictures. The minimalist furnishings gave warmth and character to one room she was able to complete. As we talked more, it came to me just why she needed to buy a house. Like all of us, she needed to feel at home again and trusted God with this direction.

As I ate the blueberry treat she served, I smiled thanking God for seeing Donna with a sparkle in her eyes again. My own search for restoration was felt from the comforts of her home and heart. A peace beyond anything I have witnessed or felt. As I drove home, I thanked God for directing us both back to “home”.

Kris Green lives in Florida with his beautiful wife and two savage children. He’s been published over 80 times in the last few years by the wonderful people at Nifty Lit, The Haberdasher: Peddlers of Literary Art, In Parentheses Magazine, Route 7 Review, BarBar Magazine, and many more. He won the 2023 Barbe Best Short Story and Reader’s Choice Award for his short story, “Redemption”. Currently, he has regular

Confessions of a Door Greeter

“What are you doing?”

I’m sitting in a comfortable chair with my legs crossed, nose deep in a book. I startle, straightening my back before standing up, not having heard him approach.

“I’m watching the door. When people come to the Hope Center, I’m helping those registered for childcare find it. No one else is supposed to show up for twenty more minutes.”

“I just saw a couple lost down there a few minutes ago.”

I don’t say anything. I recognize the Pastor from the videos of the beginning of the church. The couple had been insistent that they didn’t need help. I should have just walked them.

The pastor calls me by the wrong name, only glancing briefly at my name tag. He doesn’t introduce himself. I can’t remember his name. He relegates my volunteering to it would be better if there were a sign. He doesn’t come out and say my presence is irrelevant. The message is received.

I can’t get back to my book after he leaves, bothered by the whole thing.

A few months ago, I spoke with some leaders about doing more. I have ideas for different things to teach in a few classes. They don’t know me even though my family and I have been attending for years, so I start from the bottom – door greeter.

Tonight was different. Last few times, after greeting, I’d sit in the back of the class and listen to lectures on the Holy Spirit and Prayer. There’s no class today. People, who are hurting, come here hoping for help and counseling.

It’s awkward. We both know why they’re there. I’m trying to be respectful and distant.

After the last class, the word audacious bounced around in my brain. Later that night, I drove from Tampa to outside Jacksonville to see some snow. I haven’t seen snow in over 30 years. Florida hasn’t seen snow in decades.

The topic was audacious prayer, I went in a little different direction. Not that my prayers didn’t have some audacity as I stood in a snow-covered park.

It’s 57° out, and now self-conscious, I stand outside, Not having the sense to bring a jacket, I’m shivering. There’s nobody else that is supposed to show up. What am I doing anymore?

Should these little interactions send me spiraling into existential angst? Is this healthy? Is it normal? Maybe I don’t belong helping people. The pastor didn’t do anything wrong. He was just trying to help. Still, I can’t help but think I’m not suited to serve and help people.

Charles White

https://teachustopray.com/

About the author

Brenda has her first book published through Page Publishing called My Angel My Hero.She has fulfilled her lifelong dream of being a writer. She also has an MA in Counseling. She is retired and lives in Virginia. She now has her second book out called My Author Journey. She has a new book out called Death’s Open Portal to the Spirit World too, all on Amazon. Hope you read and review it? God bless.

The Wonders of Iis Love!!

I woke up early to a quiet, peaceful morning and the sweet birds were singing. This morning reminded me of the daily peace and quiet my mind, heart and soul feels when I emember I’m a Child of God! I no longer struggle with my identity or self-worth in this world. A world that continually tries to break your spirit and heart with it’s arrogance, evilness and blindness.

I wake up and feel acceptance, love, forgiveness and strength, given to me by my avior Jesus Christ! I finally know my self-worth, my family, (the family of God), and gain strength, comfort, in knowing I am forgiven and that my Home is in Heaven, Forevermore!!

As I get my hot cup of coffee, I see triplets in my backyard, a family of deer, three newborn babies kicking up their heels and running. I can’t believe the beauty and eloquence of these unique creatures. Then about an hour later, a group of 15 Canadian eese come into the yard, looking for strawberries. The geese have been staying in our eighbors pond, resting from their journey. The geese walk around holding their heads high with a royal elegance about them.

As I went to get a bowl of cereal, I saw a small, black baby bear in the yard, it’s mother no where to be seen. Oh what a sight, I’ve never seen a baby bear before even though I’ve lived in the country, a long time. The bear finally puts it’s head under the fence and pushes through to the woodland on the other side, looking for it’s mother.

Other precious creatures in the yard that day were small, delicate red and royal blue birds. I also saw a groundhog, baby rabbit and squirrel, I thought to myself what a beautiful, wonderful world Our Lord has made!! Nature and our precious, unique creatures should be treasured and protected always!! And we should take a few minutes, daily to enjoy our Special World!! We should realize how lucky we humans are to have such a loving, Father that created such a beautiful and wonderful world for our enjoyment and benefit!! Our Lord’s love and caring is shown throughout our world in nature and his precious creatures. We must learn to protect, revitalize, help our world to continually grow in beauty and wonder, Always!! Our world is given to all of us for safekeeping and to cherish Always!!

It’s our world, God’s world! Grow it, show it Love!

Just as we are loved by God’s Heavenly Dove! Sent from Heaven Above!

https://www.amazon/My-Angel-My-Hero/dp/B07WL82L6J

https://www.amazon.com/My-Author-Journey/dp/B0BZQKTNRW

https://www.amazon.com/Death’s-Open-Portal-Spirit-World-ebook/ dp/B0FBKMMCZQ

Psalm 104:24- King James – O Lord, how many are Your works! In wisdom You have made them all! The earth is full of Your Possessions!

Road Trippin with Noelle Byrum/ Photographer Noelle Byrum/ Photographer Summer Trip to Germany and more! (continued on page 38-39)

“Of all the amazing places I got to visit, my favorites were all the majestic churches. While the castles and palacess were beautiful, I couldn’t help but be overcome with the sense that the churches were built to glorify God.”

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