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Choosing Jesus over Worry

Vern has refused to eat. His belly has shrunken and he is lethargic. Instead of jumping up to take a walk, he chooses to lie on the sofa or in my husband’s lap. I am tempted to worry about him. And because of this worry, Vern’s dish has been placed in front of him moreContinue reading “Choosing Jesus over Worry”

Who Joe Was To Me

Who was Joe to me? An independent soul that only wanted to live each day his way A man that appreciated the little gestures of others A fixer of things and an eagerness to share his talents with neighbors A gentleman with a sweet smile and a kind gesture towards others An artist who skippedContinue reading “Who Joe Was To Me”

The Power of Forgiveness

Bee had had enough. She just didn’t think it was fair. Vern was always being chosen to ride in the big black truck, with the windows down, his ears flapping in the wind. And she was left alone behind the screened porch with no one to play with. Time and time again, the little whiteContinue reading “The Power of Forgiveness”