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Growing up I was like most children. I had a very soft silky comforter that I loved dearly. It was my grandmother's and she gave it to me. It kept me warm in the winter but the lustrous fabric was cool in the summertime. I clearly remember the day I realized it was beginning to look raggedy. Not only was it starting to fall apart, but I was starting to grow up. I recognized that I could not hold onto it forever, so I marched with determination to the kitchen garbage pail and dropped it on top.

Our God is a faithful God. He always keeps His promises. The best way to recognize and remember this attribute in your own life is to keep a running record of your experiences. God’s faithfulness becomes even more clear when you look back and see what He has done.

My short term memory is very short. I have been known to run down to the basement to get something, only to stop in the middle of my search to scour my mind for the reason I went down. Often it is necessary for me to run back upstairs to jar my brain as to my purpose for the trip. I have even recently called everyone to look for the peanut butter jar that I misplaced only to be told that I was holding it in my hand. We laugh about my recollection foibles, but truly it is very frustrating.

Timing is everything. Whether you are telling a joke, swinging a baseball bat, or asking a friend for a big favor there is the perfect moment to do it. All other times will not be as profitable. Why then are we always in such a rush? Our culture hates to wait and would rather jump into things, even good things, before the time is right.

The gentle breeze nudged the waves towards the smooth rocks surrounding the land. The water licked the polished surfaces as we pointed the bow of our canoe towards the landing spot in the woods. Others had already arrived and were preparing to move their crafts along the path to the open lake on the other side.

Dear Kids, From left, (baby) Nathan, Emily, John-Keith, and Luke loved the baby puppies Matthew 18:12-13  “If a shepherd has one hundred sheep, and one wanders away and is lost, what will he do? Won’t he leave the ninety-nine others and go out into the hills to search for the lost one? And if he finds…