admin on May 18th, 2011

05-15-2011 Since my grandson was little, he is now 6, and we would read a book or two at bed time, I would kiss him goodnight and say, “Love you forever and always Tony Boy.  See you in the morning.”  Last night when the books were read, the evening was winding down and quietness had […]

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admin on March 12th, 2009

I was asked to talk on hope so… This was presented March 12, 2009 for a  “Celebrate Recovery” session. ====================================================================== My daughter asked me where I was going this evening. I said I was going to “Celebrate Recover” meeting to give a talk on HOPE.  She asked, “what are you recovering from dad?’  I told […]

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admin on October 20th, 2008

It was spring time after a long hard winter in Idaho and my family and I went to Nebraska to visit my folks.  This was more than 20 years ago but in my memory is as if it were yesterday.  I remember this time because when we arrived the weather was warm and my dad […]

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admin on October 1st, 2008

May 18, 2001 Wayne M. Williams Sr. slipped the bonds of life and is now in the arms of Jesus. For death is just a change of address.  We go to a place of freedom.  A place that is free of pain, free of sorrow, free of doubt, free of uncertainty. Saturday night, Dad Williams […]

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admin on October 1st, 2008

April 17, 2008   (it has been 7 years since I stood here) Anna Bell Williams It is morning in Heaven for Anna and the angels rejoice. I have known two great women in my life time.  The one who raised me and guided my life to become the person I am today and the one […]

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admin on October 1st, 2008

The Boy, the Marine, the Man ©4-13-03 JL Stevens The boy left home to become a Marine. He trained with the best you’ve ever seen. There were times early on he longed for home But with the family of Marines he was not alone. The boy, who left home became a man. To protect the […]

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admin on July 2nd, 2008

The 5-28-06 (Stolen from the memory of someone. The deep recesses of the mind of days gone by. When life seemed to be worthless, when the mind was dark and lonely, Jesus came and set them free. Was this your mind?) ————————————————– The brokenness of my life, a shattered life in the eyes of others, […]

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admin on July 1st, 2008

Canvas of Life ©5-24-06 The canvas of a child’s mind Is blank when he is born. The mind of a child is like a garden in the spring time It is planted, watered, and nurtured , and over time grows into something beautiful. Many times I just need to stop what I am doing and […]

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admin on June 27th, 2008

6-22-03 Her hair was beginning to grow back. She looked so alone even though she was standing in the midst of a crowd. No one was within six feet.  Would someone close by care?  Would someone give her a moment of their time?  Would there be a helping hand? A hand of friendship? When the […]

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admin on June 25th, 2008

A Mother’s Love The love a mother has for a son is without measure. From the moment that life begins a mother’s heart is our heart. Her heart is our life, until we are born. Then she carries us in her heart and in her prayers. Her love for us is over shadowed only by […]

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admin on June 25th, 2008

Quietly J.L. Stevens (©  2000) Quietly, I bow in Your awesome presence. Quietly, I listen to Your voice calming my spirit. Quietly, I feel Your arms of love surround me. Quietly, I sit as tears of Joy flow through my soul. Quietly, quietly. Quietly, my soul cries out as Your Joy lifts my spirit. Quietly, […]

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admin on June 25th, 2008

HOME AGAIN When my Mother died this summer in June 1991 I felt set adrift in a vast ocean. Things would never be the same again. My mother would not be there to pray for me in the middle of the night. How would I survive this world without her praying? Maybe worst of all, […]

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