On the Bead Board – NaBloPoMo #5


I’ve been inspired to make a few new rosaries and a bracelet or two. Normally I would put them in my etsy shop but this time I am going to save them to display in a friend’s new boutique. I will blog about her after her grand opening. If you see something you would like feel free to contact me. If you have a suggestion, don’t hesitate to leave a comment. I’m always open to feedback.

These are a few of my infant rosaries. I made them with t-tiny 4mm beads. Perfect for a baby shower gift or baptism gift.

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These are a couple of full size rosaries. The first one is made out of blue dyed fresh water pearls, each one hand wire-wrapped using non-tarnish silver plated wire. The following is a Divine Mercy rosary. The Ave beads are clear, multi-faceted glass beads with red Pater beads. Together, they symbolize the blood and water flowing from Jesus’ side. The center connector and crucifix have the Divine Mercy emblems on them.

Blue dyed Fresh Water Pearl

Blue dyed Fresh Water Pearl

Drop of His Blood

Drop of His Blood

Divine Mercy Rosary

Divine Mercy Rosary

This single decade rosary bracelet is strung on strong jeweler’s wire. The beads are a cream color with gold crackle detail. The findings are bronze color.

Rosary Bracelet

Rosary Bracelet

Let me know what you think. I would love to hear from you!

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#2 Baptist Childrens Home, Monroe, Louisiana


The 'gang' that braved the cool weather to make a fun run to Baptist Childrens Home

The ‘gang’ that braved the cool weather to make a fun run to Baptist Childrens Home

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The weather was a bit crisp but clear, cool and beautiful. We couldn’t have picked a better day to ride motorcycles for 291 miles. Our goal was to bring a donation to Love Cottage, home to 7 young girls at the Baptist Childrens Home in Monroe, Louisiana. This is a yearly run by these faithful Christian motorcycle riders. Donations are taken, essentials are supplied, and a love offering is put together for the cottage residents who have been adopted by this ‘motorcycle gang’. DSCF7180

My husband and I were first-timers on this particular run. We have done others, but this one was the longest ride. Members of today’s group rode in from different communities and towns to meet up at St. Landry Baptist Church in a tiny community of the same name. Most of them belong to Faith Riders, a group of Christians who love to ride and proclaim their faith by example. Although this wasn’t a Faith Riders run, the concept was the same. My heart could do nothing but melt when I witnessed the generosity and love freely given by people from one end of the state to recipients on the other end of the state.

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LOVE COTTAGE, an appropriately named dwelling, is cozy, colorful, homey, clean, orderly…and an atmosphere of love envelopes every room. It is a brick building, one of many on the campus, which adds to the sturdy, stable character of the home. Seven girls, ages ranging from 17 to 8 years old, live there with a most delightful house-parent by the name of Ms. Yvette. Her kind face is bright and it is obvious she is easily in control. She is one of those people you hope your children could grow up to be like. And the girls we met are delightful. They were happy, talkative, brave, strong, excited, and grateful for our visit. We were all blessed.

Ms. Yvette, house parent for Love Cottage

Ms. Yvette, house parent for Love Cottage

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all the girls wanted to sit on the bikes.  Who wouldn't??

all the girls wanted to sit on the bikes. Who wouldn’t??

Many Thanks to Janet and Kerry, who did all the hard work getting this run together. Much appreciation to everyone who took part. And incredible gratitude to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Jesus only commandment was this: Love One Another. Love is the one thing you can give that only costs one thing – your heart, and believe me, a heart can hold and give a LOT of love. My husband and I are humbled by the love we saw today, and the kindness and generosity. And we are thankful for the opportunity for spiritual growth afforded us by this experience. Ain’t God Good?!

When you talk to God tonight, please don’t forget to pray for peace. We all need peace. And the whole world needs our prayers.

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Got My Sunday Preachin’ On!


I was inspired by a blogger by the name of Andrew Hines. I’ve included the link here: http://www.andrew-hines.com/2013/10/06/more-than-average/ This young man is a fresh new voice with a beautifully developing spirituality and I think he will definitely go far. I hope you take a look at his blog to see what I mean. I’m pretty sure you’re going to like his point of view. ANYWAY… his post for today is great food for thought, but if you know me, you know that I can’t leave well enough alone, especially when the subject is anything Divine. I had to offer my opinion, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it’s just how I roll.

I LOVE that Andrew’s point of view today is to be more than average, and change your circumstances to fit your dream, and God wants you to be happy. Wise, wise words, don’t you think? This is the comment I left on his page:

“Andrew, I like your post but please allow me to add my two cents. John 10:10 “I have come that you might have life and have it more abundantly.” Jesus said that. He also said “It’s easier for a camel to get through an eye of a needle than a rich man to get into heaven.” Seems to be a contradiction here, right? No. first of all, if you do your research, you will find that Jesus wasn’t saying that all rich people are not welcome in heaven. If you note, he was referring to those rich Pharisees (and others) that give a lot of lip service to doing good things and focus on material things as valuable, serving their pride and status before anything else at all.
That’s not what Jesus meant. He really does want us to have ‘life more abundantly’ but not to the extent that all we are is a materialistic people making our worth nothing more than the amount of electronics we have, how many awards we have, how big our bank account is. An abundant life is much more than that. To love one another, to serve one another, to be His hands and feet on earth are far more rewarding than anything material.
At the same time, He blesses us with the desires of our hearts. There is not one thing wrong with being rich. There is a lot wrong with using wealth only in a self serving way.
I love what you said about bettering ourselves and changing our circumstances to fit our dreams, not the other way around. Self-improvement, working hard to succeed, being grateful for your blessings, becoming a better person – If that brings out the joy in you, imagine how proud our Heavenly Father is of you! Love is a mighty thing.”

I felt pretty good about what I said and that I had taken the chance on that platform to say it. Then I thought I might sound a little bit holier-than-thou and that’s not the impression I wanted to give. I hope you forgive me if that is what you thought. But God has a way of working things out and I shouldn’t be surprised when he does. I received a lovely email from a priest I know with this quote from Pope Francis’ Angelus address given today:
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“Do not be ashamed to bear witness to our Lord, nor to me, in prison for him; but with the power of God, suffer with me for the Gospel” (2 Timothy 1:8). But this is meant for everyone: each one of us, in his everyday life, can bear witness to Christ, with the power of God, the power of faith, the small faith that we have, which, nevertheless, is strong! With this strength bear witness to Jesus Christ, be Christians with your life, with our witness!”

Wow. Of course, I can not add anything to the wise words of our Pope, except for this observation that may relate to the subject of Andrew Hines’ post and my reply to it. In the scripture from 2 Timothy, Paul says he is in prison for Him. He willingly faces the consequences of the decision he made in life to declare the good news of our Lord. He becomes a prisoner for what he believes in (notice I didn’t say by what he believes in).

In the same way, we too make a decision to face consequences for what we believe in – materialistically and spiritually. To become a slave to a materialistic life cannot bring joy, not everlasting joy, not joy that counts. But to use the gift of our free will to become the best we can be in all areas of our lives is a testament to the love and generosity of our Father. He is a good God and we are His beloved.

I’m probably going to get some flack from non-believers and haters who ask “where is God during wars, starvation of children, birth defects, etc?” That’s ok. Exercising free will is still a gift whether you believe it or not. And I am not so learned or knowledgeable to spar with them. Simply put, I don’t know the answer to that except to say that maybe, just maybe, He wants US to act, to prove our integrity, to be His hands and feet on this earth. Maybe He expects us to feed the hungry, give to the poor, ease despair, do what we can in His name. 2 Timothy 1:9 makes more sense of it: “He saved us and called us to a holy life, not according to our works but according to His own design and the grace bestowed on us in Christ Jesus before time began,”

Can I get an AMEN?

Can I get a comment?

And don’t forget to pray for peace, ya’ll. Believe me, the whole world needs your prayers.

What have I been doing, you ask?


There is more to me than meets the eye… not saying that’s always a good thing…but it has it’s advantages. I’ve shared some of my work outside of writing at the end of this post. I love my life.

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Bwahahahah!

I have renewed enthusiasm concerning my novel, Secrets of the Old Ladies’ Club. One lesson I learned early on about self-publishing is that it’s hard to get the book out there, especially if you cannot afford a marketing package. So you can imagine how excited I was to get a phone call from a group of ladies at the Chamber of Commerce and Tourism in Ville Platte bidding me to come for a cup of coffee. If you are not from Louisiana, let me tell you that when you are invited for coffee by anyone, it’s a sign – a good one. I was so excited about the coffee klatch, even having the tire on my brand new car go flat on the way didn’t discourage me, although I do admit to being nervous for arriving late. Nervous? Not much! I was a basket case. But come to find out, the people I met were awesome and equally as excited as I was. It appeared that my 15 minutes of fame was extended to an entire 16 minutes. They thought they had a celebrity in the house. Who, me? The one who stuttered and had sweaty palms? The one who worried for many an hour about choosing a suitable outfit from my vast array of jeans and tee shirts for this coffee/meeting? Yes, me.

Worrying is pointless and I must re-learn over and over that it accomplishes nothing. The coffee klatch was a success. It started out with me saying a few words about the characters in my book, then, to my relief, the room exploded into hilarity as, one by one, the ladies reported ways in which they identified with my characters. One story shared led to another, and another and before long, all of us were laughing, slapping our knees, and gasping for air until someone passed a box of tissues to mop up the dripping Niagra of tears while we caught our breath. We couldn’t help it. Old ladies are fun.

So to cap it off, I was asked to give a little talk during the Chamber of Tourism dinner, which I did last Wednesday. And to the October Chamber of Commerce dinner coming up. And someone asked me to speak to the Rotary Club. Add to that, the person in charge of ordering books for Evangeline parish (not county, c’mon, we live in Louisiana) informed me that she had ordered copies of my book for every library in the parish. I. am. surprised. And can’t believe how blessed I am. The author of this blog does not ‘do’ social activity well. I break out in hives, blank-outs, and nausea when I meet people I don’t know. Usually. The good news is when I talk about my book, I rarely have to finish a sentence before someone else in the group takes over and within moments everyone is talking and laughing at the same time. That’s what makes it easy. I start, someone else finishes. I just sit back with a smile on my face, nod my head, and have a good time.

Truthfully, I don’t know how it happened that I have gone from 15 minutes of fame to at least 19 minutes now. I just started with some crazy old lady busting out of my head to get her story on paper. Or something like that anyway. If you have ever written a story, you know that the characters come to life in a unique and delightful way. Once you write about them, they move in. They don’t leave. It’s wonderful.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch….

In an earlier post I’ve mentioned that I have a habit of going through what my husband and step-son call ‘phases’, meaning I go off on a tangent with one of my many hobbies until I have come completely undone. It’s fun. To my husband’s surprise, or perhaps disdain, I rather like it.

My latest burst of energy produced some pretty positive results. Here are a few pictures:

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A bold statement-of-faith necklace and a St. Theresa Chaplet prayer beads.

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A one-decade rosary with a locket crucifix, a one decade world peace rosary with a “drop of His blood”

These are listed in my etsy shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ToLoveAlways

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And some five decade tee-tiny little rosaries made for baby’s baptism, or keep one close beside you in your pocket, or give it as the perfect original shower gift.

And these little darlings are not yet listed, but soon…

Oh, and don’t forget to pray for peace, ya’ll. God answers prayers. We wait for His time, but continue our vigil of prayer.

NO JUDGMENT HERE


spoiler alert: Got some good preachin’ goin’ on up in here!

Isn’t it odd how we think of ourselves as good people because we are good deed doers and don’t judge others for the mistakes they make, for being down on their luck, or suffering from their weaknesses? How sometimes we go out of our way to help a person because they have a specific need? How we think we are doing the right thing when we give to the salvation army, or buy raffle tickets for a worthy cause, or do volunteer work? It makes us feel good, like we are nice people trying to do the right thing. Like we are people who don’t judge others. See a man on the side of the road picking up cans? Here, you can have this one too. No judgment here. See an obviously homeless person hitching a ride? Jump in, no judgment here. Some painfully poor person panhandles for your loose change? I’ve got plenty, no judgment here. How about this one: a perfect stranger on face book needs someone to listen to her problems? Sure, take my ear. No judgment here.

My question is this: Do we exert ourselves in the same manner for our family, and friends? Are we as kind to them as we are to some strangers down on their luck? Do we give the people we love the most the same amount of respect as we do to people we don’t even know, or perhaps will never even meet?

I’m asking these questions of myself today. A distant memory triggered this onslaught of soul-searching and I realize there are a lot of sins I have not asked God to forgive. I hadn’t asked Him to forgive me for resenting my mom’s efforts to help a child in another country with a monthly donation. It was probably thirty five years ago and I remember my grandmother saying at the time “charity begins at home”. I agreed with her because I thought my mom would have better spent her money on me every month, after all, I was a single mother trying to get by. In all actuality, I was a self-centered knot-head with an it’s-all-about-me attitude. My world had an invisible boundary that hindered my ability to think beyond the ‘dome’. I never stopped to consider that my mom’s contribution might very well have changed the future for one little person, a change that might have an impact on the whole world, all because of that one little gesture, one little contribution. God said He forgives me. I hope my mom does too. If she were still with us, I would ask her from the bottom of my heart to forgive my selfish resentment – and for judging her wrongly.

Mankind is best served by all of the do-gooders out there and for obvious reasons. Jesus said “love one another”. Did you think this post would be about serving others, taking care of the poor or homeless, loving others as we love ourselves? In a way it is, but don’t forget about those already in your life, people. Don’t forget that your family, maybe friends, too, need your kindness. Or understanding. Or forgiveness. Or even to be forgiven. Don’t forget them in all your efforts to serve God’s people. They might be the ones who are down-trodden, disheartened, or misunderstood.

Don’t judge them either.

I used to be the world’s best at judging others. Just ask any of my former co-workers. I was baaad. It’s really hard to think before I judge, but I am practicing.

I’m going to have a go-to-Jesus meeting for a long list of wrongs I’ve done that I brushed aside because I thought ‘doing the right thing’ was enough. And I’m sure you’ve heard (over and over) how if you are in flight and the oxygen mask falls down, put it on yourself first so that you have the strength to help the person with you.

That’s what I’m talking about.

So keep doing good things, people. Don’t stop, increase your efforts. And keep in mind there will be no judgment here.

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And don’t forget ya’ll – pray for world peace. Our entire world needs more prayer.

Insanity – Enjoy It!


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I saw this on facebook today and I immediately thought about – me. It is such a funny way for a person to see herself, but for me there can’t be any other way.

I’m crazy and I know it.

I’m crazy and I own it.

But it’s not so bad most of the time. To keep it in the right perspective, I make light of my foibles when I can. Take today for example; I went to see my little princess (although she was crowned Tiny Tee Cotton Festival Queen today) all dressed up in her darling little smocked dress. Afterwards, I ran by Sonic to get my husband something to eat. Unfortunately, I left my wallet at the Queen’s house and had no cash on me. The Sonic people assured me they would hold Mr. Pete’s order while I backtracked for said wallet. So I’m on the road again and well, you know how a person’s mind wanders. I figuratively fell into a deep hole filled with negative thoughts. Dang it. I was so tangled up in the hold they had on me, I passed the Queen’s palace – not once, but twice. Talk about feeling like a damn fool!

Oh, but that’s nothing. You ought to see me when I’m stressed! I don’t do stress, it does me. I’m allergic to stress. I try to avoid it at almost any cost. And I’m the kind of person who doesn’t sleep well thanks to fibromyalgia. Not sleeping = hyper-stress. Therefore, I take sleep medicine. It takes a lot to put me to sleep and trust me, I’ve tried EVERYTHING from holistic natural this-n-that, melatonin, self-hypnosis, no TV/computer at night, making sure I’m absolutely exhausted before bed. When I say everything, I mean everything. So I depend on meds. Or rather I am dependent on meds. But sometimes they don’t work, and when they don’t, I tend to do crazy things. Like get up in the middle of the night and cut my hair. Waking up the next morning after that was a real joy (sarcasm intended). I laid there for a minute before deciding to get up and face the music. Hair was all over the bathroom and apparently I even changed my hairy pajamas before going back to bed. The real surprise was that my hair looked awesome. Even Mr. Pete noticed. He said “Your hair is beautiful today. Did you get it colored?” Nope, I told him, I had a crazy night and cut it. He understood and was ever so calm when he told me my inner-beautician did a good job. I love that man. I enjoyed the moment of insanity and wish they all turned out as well. They don’t. Lucky for me, I am able to laugh at myself. A person like me has to from time to time just to keep her head above water. If I didn’t see the funny side I don’t know what I would do.

I’m willing to bet you feel the same way too. Life is weird that way. Individually we often think that what we do, the way we do it, and our faux pas are exclusively ours. They are not. I’m going to tell you something that you may not believe. Every one of us is the same. You may not get up in the middle of the night and cut your hair, but I bet you’ve thought of yourself as crazy at one time or another. Now, am I right or am I right? Of course I am. And the reason I know this is because I listen to people. It is amazing what you hear when your ears are open. Your heart also has to be open when you listen to people because what your heart hears is all that matters. This week I heard a lot. I heard the tears of a friend with stage 4 cancer. I heard the joy of my granddaughter’s excitement for her birthday, I heard a heart breaking over loneliness, and I heard the silence of a son who needs time away. This morning I heard church bells and God calling. This afternoon, my mood shifted to the I-must-be-crazy mode with my foray into absentmindedly driving around trying to get lunch taken care of for Mr. Pete, and I heard my own exasperation. We can make ourselves feel like we are crazy by being too busy, having a lot on our minds, or maybe even reacting to a full moon. Trauma of any sort will set you up for craziness. Don’t forget hormones, that certainly can do it. Even eating the wrong things can throw a person off balance until the world no longer makes sense. We feel crazy when we have random thoughts like I’m unattractive, I’ll never succeed, I’m not worthy, I can’t….fill in the blank. It’s all relative.

Whew. Take a deep breath.

Up and down and down and up. We all go through it. It’s normal. I know something else you might not know. There is hope even when we are crazy. You see, this kind of thinking is not from God and He says this about that:

Resist him (the enemy) standing firm in the faith, because you know that your brothers throughout the world are undergoing the same kind of sufferings.
1 Peter 5:9

Endure hardship as discipline: God is treating you as sons. For what son is not disciplined by his father? Hebrews 12:7

I’m not saying that God sends us hardships. I would never say that because I don’t believe it. What I do believe is that He sends us what we need to get through the hardships (read craziness). He sends us grace, healing, peace. He sends the Holy Spirit to comfort us. He loves us.

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? No in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. Romans 8:35, 37

Let me say this; Even when I have my crazy insane moments, I know He is there for me. I know He will get me through it. I know my life is in His hands. He doesn’t control me (crazy little thing called self-will) but He does hold me. And for that I praise Him.

If you have read my book Secrets of the Old Ladies’ Club, I hope you got the message that those old broads feel the same way. Even ol’ Stella says “It doesn’t hurt to be a little immature (substitute crazy) now and then!”

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Please don’t forget to pray for peace ya’ll. Now more than ever the whole world needs your prayers.

One Man’s Trash is Another Man’s Treasure


A JUNKIN’ WE WILL GO…..

Do you like junkin’? You know, that thing a person does when they choose to enter stores full of other peoples’ old stuff? I love junkin’! And I had many opportunities to go junkin’ while I was on my book signing vacation. Thank God for kindred spirit friends who love it too. We had so much fun, it should have been illegal. First of all, my bff Sue and I didn’t have to go far in Searcy, Arkansas to find great deals. Let me sing the praises of the local Habitat for Humanity ReStore. I found a lamp with a gorgeous patina already on it for my back porch and Sue found the most incredible punched tin chandelier that she is planning to put candles in for her patio. DSCF6876
After Re-Store, we hit The Bees Knees and The Emporium, both incredible stores with unbelievable prices. I can’t believe my luck! I found baskets for a dollar, signs to start a collection on the door of my husband’s garage (glad to find out later that he liked the idea), a mechanic stool for him, and a BUNCH of other stuff. I used the wire baskets ($1) and a red lantern ($4) to make book shelves in my kitchen for my cookbooks. DSCF6873 When I left for Warrensburg, Missouri, my car was loaded. Good thing I had only one suitcase and one overnight bag!
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There were good deals to be had in Missouri as well. My sister Shannon, and my sister-in-law Betty were bitten by the junkin’ bug and together we were a force to be reckoned with! Delightful finds and treasures galore at Those Were The Days in downtown Warrensburg! For example, I found a set of wine glasses with black stems for a dollar. Holy Toledo, like I needed wine glasses, but I couldn’t help myself. I just couldn’t pass up that deal. And that is nothing compared to the deal I got on this Harley Davidson sign ~ on CLEARANCE!! My husband loved it, thank God, and he riveted everything (quite the overkill) just in case the wind, or something/one else, takes a fancy to it.
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After Missouri, my sister and I went back to her hometown of Heber Springs, Arkansas where the hunt continued. Oh Lucky me!! I was able to complete my late mother’s old key collection and added to it a decorative plaque on which my husband kindly mounted a glass door knob I saved from my old home place.
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And I found a garden angel like I’ve never seen before, as well as a huge chicken planter, both HALF PRICE of low prices to begin with!DSCF6879DSCF6880
Some where along the way I picked up this beautiful lantern (only $6) which was perfect to put citronella candles in and mount under our pergola outside.DSCF6877

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So one man’s trash is another man’s (most likely woman’s) treasure. I spent somewhere around $100, not including the HD sign. That doesn’t count, you see, because that was for my beloved. And even though I got such wonderful treasures, I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for having spent the money I’d been saving for so long on trivial stuff. Stuff that nobody else wanted. Stuff that doesn’t amount to a hill of beans. I’ve been blessed, so very blessed. And I’m proud of my inexpensive and delightful finds but I promise you, they are not what it means to be blessed, or even happy. Things don’t make you happy. They can’t make you or break you. If you’re not careful, things can own you, instead of you owning them.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about all the Lord has done for me. I don’t deserve it. He has blessed me beyond my wildest dreams, and why I don’t know except that He loves me. Imagine that. In my musings, I realized that I am certainly not doing enough for Him. His plan for all of us is to take care of each other, to give.
Now, I know this sounds strange but I like to put a name to a year, depending on how I feel I am led. For example, last year was the ‘year of giving’. I felt that God was telling me to give till it hurts. This year is the ‘year of service’. Pretty much self-explanatory, right? I don’t get out a whole lot so one might wonder how I serve. Well, I try to serve my husband in ways he doesn’t expect. I don’t know if he notices or not, but because I’m rather self-centered, it can sometimes be a stretch. And I am a prayer warrior. I pray. A lot. Sometimes I doubt my efforts do any good, but then I realize that it’s not for me to know. Only God knows. So I keep praying.

There is a page on fb that I really like. Administered by a man named David, One Spark is a site that people anonymously post things they’ve done to help other people. And many ask for prayers as well. Somebody posted an idea that I really like: they keep packages in their car to hand out to homeless or unfortunate individuals who might need personal supplies like toothpaste, deodorant, easy open cans of food, plastic forks and spoons, water, baby wipes, etc. Isn’t that a fantastic idea? I want to do that too. I want to put together something that I can keep in the back floor board of my car so I can easily reach and hand out of the car window to someone I might see that needs a drink of water or something to eat.
Can you imagine the impact if all of us did that?
Personally, I don’t see a lot of homeless people out here in the country, but I’m going to make an effort to have a couple of bags on hand for my trips to town. Who knows who God will put in my path? That’s just how He rolls.
You’ve all heard the scripture “whatsoever you do for the least of my brothers, that you do unto me”? One time I did a deed for one of my former co-workers and she was so thankful. I recited that scripture to her and watched her face fall. Very quickly, I realized that I had just indicated to her that I felt superior to her – ‘least of my brothers’. Don’t make the same mistake I did. None of us are better than the other. Nothing can make us superior to another – not race, not place, not things. Especially not things.

Won’t you join me in praying for our brothers and sisters who are at a place in their lives where nothing seems right? And please, pray for peace.

Do you have a comment or an idea you would like to add? I would love to hear from you.