Sandwiched between all the hoopla of Halloween and the Christmas hubbub is the holiday we call Thanksgiving. In years gone by, this day seemed to have a lot more meaning than it does currently. Halloween was less of a production, and Christmas lights didn’t show up until December. Stores were closed on Thanksgiving instead of vying with other vendors for pre-Black Friday sales. We appear to have forgotten the purpose of a time that was supposed to be set aside…..
I spent a portion of Saturday evening doing something I love to do. My church congregation held a Hymn Sing, and I had been looking forward to it. I could sing most of the songs without ever looking at the words on the screen because the lyrics were so familiar to me. As we sang, I couldn’t stop the memories that flowed through my mind. “There’s Power in the Blood” brought recollections of Sunday evening song sessions with a minister’s…..
I am continually fascinated by the things my Heavenly Father uses to gain my attention, causing me to focus on Him. Now that the daylight hours are getting shorter, I greet each new morning while it is still dark outside. That means I can enjoy the sunrise on days I pay attention to what is happening in the sky. Sometimes it appears with little fanfare; other days yield a glorious display of color. Then there are days I refer to…..