His Eye Is On The Sparrow . . . I Knew He Watches Me—Have Faith

Hebrews 10:23-24 “Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering: (for he is faithful that promised;) And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works.”


Our world seems in such a downward spiral.  We all could be at the bottom of a dark pit of despair.  But I have faith of a mustard seed.  I just need to look for joy each day!  I look for sunshine in the eyes and hearts of the little ones.  They daily lift my spirits.  I need to look for the positives — helping others when I can.


If we all did that, every community would be better.   If every community did that, every state would be better!  It could be the next “ice bucket challenge”.  Do good, look for joy praising God. . . .you don’t even need to boast about it! God will know.


Hebrews 11:6  “But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe he is, and that is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.”


Why should I feel discouraged,

Why should the shadows come,

Why should my heart belonely,

And long for heaven and home.

When Jesus is my portion

My constant friend is He.


His eye is always on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me;

I sing because I’m happy,

I sing because I’m free.

For His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.


Let not your heart be troubled,

His tender word I hear

And resting in His goodness,

I lose my doubts and fears,

Tho by the path He leadeth

But one step I may see;

His eye is on the sparrow

And I know He watches me.


Whenever I am tempted,

Whenever the clouds arise,

When songs give place to sighing,

When hope within me dies,

I draw closer to Him,

From care He sets me free:


His eye is on the sparrow

And I know He watches me.


I sing because I’m happy,

I sing because I’m free.

For His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.


Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

How much of our lives is spent waiting . . . in lines, to get somewhere, for appointments, for something to happen. . . waiting, waiting, waiting.  Stephanie Thompson’s prayer:   Lord, let me remember that I’m not just waiting, I’m waiting to hear from you.”


Psalm 150  . . . “Praise ye the Lord–Praise. God”

Psalm 147:5-6  “Great is our Lord, and of great power; his understanding is infinite.”  The Lord, lifteth up the meek; he casteth the wicked to the ground.”

Psalm 27:14 “ Wait upon the Lord; be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart; wait I say on the Lord.”


So when we wait . . . we can think on these things, with joy in our hearts, being thankful for all that we have instead of irritated with the circumstances of life. . . “Praise ye the Lord–Praise God.”

Desiderata. . . Wise Instruction for Life!

New Year’s Day seems a good time to post a poem that Rich loved. Pretty good instruction for the year, for life.




Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace

there may be in silence . .


As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.  Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.  Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.


If you compare yourself with others, you may become bitter or vain. For always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.  Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.  Keep interest in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. . . exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.  But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. . .


Be yourself.  Especially do not feign affection.  Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. . . Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.  Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.  But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.  Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.


Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.  You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.  Therefore, be at peace with God.


And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.  With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Let Me Walk With Thee

I am weak, but Thou art strong;

Jesus keep me from all wrong;

I’ll be satisfied as long as I walk, let me walk close to thee.


Thru this world of toil and snares,

If I falter, Lord who cares?

Who with me my burdens shares?

None but Thee, dear Lord, none but thee.


When my feeble life is o’er,

Time for me will be no more.

Guide me gently, safely o’er

to the kingdom shore, to thy shore.


Just a closer walk with Thee,

Grant it Jesus is my plea.

Daily walking close to Thee,

Let it be, dear Lord, Let it be.”


Sometimes we worry about the past. . . Rich would say, “Honey, we did the best we could. It is gone.”  or  . . . we worry about tomorrow. . . the WHAT IFS.  But it isn’t here yet, and we can waste a lot of time worrying about what may never be!


So here we are. . . today, the present!  God gives us our days.  Be thankful.  I need to be present in today.  Make it the best I can. Use the time wisely. . . giving God the praise!


“Daily walking close to Thee. . . .Let it be dear Lord, let it be!


Blessings in your 2018!

A Red Chevy in Heaven?

A Red Chevy in Heaven? by Shirley Thacker


Have you ever wondered about heaven? What is it like? Why do our loved ones have to leave us? Will they come back? Why don’t they take their special things with them? Do they miss us as much as we miss them? Memories are what keep our loved ones close. Using their things will keep them in our hearts. AJ ponders why his pap didn’t take his red Chevy to heaven.

There are pages in the back of the book so that the reader can add photos, stories, drawings about his/her own travel pondering Heaven.

Serenity Prayer

Worry can consume us! What purpose does it have?  (Serving Satan) What positive purpose? NONE!  We need to let go of worry. . . .thinking on today–this moment, being very purposeful.

As I get older, I don’t multi task as well. . . . I need my focus on fewer things.  That is not easy for me.  I move fast and can usually get a lot done.  I could get upset at the slowing down OR I could rejoice in being able to do what I am able to do!


God grant me . . .

Serenity to accept the things I can not change.

Courage to change the things I can.

Wisdom to know the difference.

Christmas: Tears of Joy, Tears of Sadness

Psalms 147:3-6 “ He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.   He telleth the number of the stars, he calleth them all by their names.  Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.  The Lord lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.”


I love Christmas!  The tree has always been a special gift to me since I was twelve.  But it is one Christmas tradition that brings tears each year. . . sometimes tears of joy, sometimes tears of sadness. Our first Christmas as a married couple, I cried because it was my first time to be away from my home. (Rich tried to comfort me . . . we were only three hours away!


I heard him lugging our mattress down the hall of our little home.  We started the tradition of sleeping by the tree. . . lights were on all night.  It was magical!  Then when the girls came, we were the “guards” of the tree.


Things changed over the years. A couch/bed made it easier for us. When it was more difficult for Rich (His battle with cancer) I had our tree in the bedroom.  I remember those years–only one were we not able in almost thirty-three years.  But “He healeth the broken heart, and bindeth up the wounds.”


Time heals all wounds is such a false statement.  The wounds of a lost loved one NEVER heal, we just learn to deal.  I honor my promise to Rich. . . to be happy.  I try every day to look for the joy in life. I am so grateful for my family and all my many blessings.


Debbie Macomber’s beautiful prayer is so timely:  Lord, You came among us to heal our brokenness.  May your love hold us all together now and always!