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Time Slow Down(This is a repost that I wrote about my Uncle Oren’s wife 2 years ago when she passed away)

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James 4:14 14: Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and …

Time Slow Down

Yesterday my aunt died. She was the wife of my Daddy’s last living sibling. She and my uncle had been married for 70 years.


A few days ago I learned that my aunt was not doing well at all. I had an inkling in my spirit that I should take my Mom up to my aunt’s home place and let them have one last visit as they had been close sister-in-laws for years. Life got in my way and I procrastinated.


Yesterday morning was the day that I decided to take Mom up there but my Aunt died before we got there.
We decided to go on up there to be with my uncle at such a hard time for him. We quietly walked into the back door as family always went in that way. The house looked oh so familiar to me. I had not been there in a long while but it still all looked the same. My uncle was seated in the kitchen and my first thoughts of looking at him was how much he was looking like his mother (my grandmother) as he had gotten older. I even commented to him that thought and he laughed and said, “I should as I was named after her and my uncle”. I had never really thought about that before.


My uncle spoke of my aunt with such words of endearment. He said to me and my Mom of how he would get through this. He said, “I know I will get through it but it is going to be so hard and nobody can do it for me as it is something I will have to do myself”. He spoke of knowing his Lord and about the accident years ago when the car fell on him and how he had been able to hear the doctor and everyone talking about him but he couldn’t speak and how he heard the doctor say that they needed to go get his wife as this young man is dying. He said that Jesus came to him with outstretched arms and that he was about to walk towards Him but then suddenly Jesus put his hands up as to say no not yet and turned and walked away. He pulled through and had always wondered why he had been spared. Just last week he and my aunt talked about this very incident and he had figured it out by now and decided that he had been spared for her, to live and take care of her all these years and to raise those 3 little boys that they had had together.


My uncle then proceeded to tell us something that I will never forget as long as I live. He said that he had never made a decision except for one in all of his married life that he and my aunt had not talked over first as she and he were one and she was a part of him! I sure can not say that for my own marriage! I lay here tonight at 2:30 in the morning just thinking about those words!
The one decision that my uncle made on his own was when my Daddy had called him one day when he and my aunt and their boys were living in Anderson Indiana and told him that grandpa had decided to sell the family farm as he could not find anybody to work for him and it had become too much for him. My uncle immediately told my Dad to tell him no but to give him time to tie up loose ends there and they would be moving back to the farm. That was the one decision that he made without consulting my aunt first and that was a really big decision but she went right along with it when she found out.


There was a little red rent house on the farm and my Dad and Mom and us kids had lived there at one time but later my aunt and uncle and the 3 boys would move in there and they were home again.


Thoughts are swirling of my aunt and how she was a stand in Mother for me at times when my kids were little. My Mom had remarried after my Dad died and my step dad and she were in ministry and traveling. Sometimes I would get in a bind with a sick child or a doctor appointment and I would need a babysitter for a few hours and I would call her and she never told me no. I remember an accident one night and my aunt and uncle came to my house to tell me in person as it was not something that you would want to tell over the phone.


I have so many fond memories of my aunt and uncle and wish that I had spent a lot more time with them. Time is getting away from me and I lay here now and wonder where all the time goes.


It takes death a lot of the time to slow us down. I have cousins coming in today that I haven’t seen in a long long time. They are precious to me and we are all branches on that family tree. We talk on Facebook as seems to be the norm these days but how joyous it will be to see them in the next few days and actually spend time with them.


Yes, my aunt died yesterday but she lived a glorious life and blessed us all with her spirit. She was a jewel and left a powerful legacy behind. We owe a great debt to her!


Until we meet again!

Time Slow Down

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James 4:14

14: Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

Yesterday my aunt died. She was the wife of my Daddy’s last living sibling. She and my uncle had been married for 70 years.


A few days ago I learned that my aunt was not doing well at all. I had an inkling in my spirit that I should take my Mom up to my aunt’s home place and let them have one last visit as they had been close sister-in-laws for years. Life got in my way and I procrastinated.


Yesterday morning was the day that I decided to take Mom up there but my Aunt died before we got there.
We decided to go on up there to be with my uncle at such a hard time for him. We quietly walked into the back door as family always went in that way. The house looked oh so familiar to me. I had not been there in a long while but it still all looked the same. My uncle was seated in the kitchen and my first thoughts of looking at him was how much he was looking like his mother (my grandmother) as he had gotten older. I even commented to him that thought and he laughed and said, “I should as I was named after her and my uncle”. I had never really thought about that before.


My uncle spoke of my aunt with such words of endearment. He said to me and my Mom of how he would get through this. He said, “I know I will get through it but it is going to be so hard and nobody can do it for me as it is something I will have to do myself”. He spoke of knowing his Lord and about the accident years ago when the car fell on him and how he had been able to hear the doctor and everyone talking about him but he couldn’t speak and how he heard the doctor say that they needed to go get his wife as this young man is dying. He said that Jesus came to him with outstretched arms and that he was about to walk towards Him but then suddenly Jesus put his hands up as to say no not yet and turned and walked away. He pulled through and had always wondered why he had been spared. Just last week he and my aunt talked about this very incident and he had figured it out by now and decided that he had been spared for her, to live and take care of her all these years and to raise those 3 little boys that they had had together.


My uncle then proceeded to tell us something that I will never forget as long as I live. He said that he had never made a decision except for one in all of his married life that he and my aunt had not talked over first as she and he were one and she was a part of him! I sure can not say that for my own marriage! I lay here tonight at 2:30 in the morning just thinking about those words!
The one decision that my uncle made on his own was when my Daddy had called him one day when he and my aunt and their boys were living in Anderson Indiana and told him that grandpa had decided to sell the family farm as he could not find anybody to work for him and it had become too much for him. My uncle immediately told my Dad to tell him no but to give him time to tie up loose ends there and they would be moving back to the farm. That was the one decision that he made without consulting my aunt first and that was a really big decision but she went right along with it when she found out.


There was a little red rent house on the farm and my Dad and Mom and us kids had lived there at one time but later my aunt and uncle and the 3 boys would move in there and they were home again.


Thoughts are swirling of my aunt and how she was a stand in Mother for me at times when my kids were little. My Mom had remarried after my Dad died and my step dad and she were in ministry and traveling. Sometimes I would get in a bind with a sick child or a doctor appointment and I would need a babysitter for a few hours and I would call her and she never told me no. I remember an accident one night and my aunt and uncle came to my house to tell me in person as it was not something that you would want to tell over the phone.


I have so many fond memories of my aunt and uncle and wish that I had spent a lot more time with them. Time is getting away from me and I lay here now and wonder where all the time goes.


It takes death a lot of the time to slow us down. I have cousins coming in today that I haven’t seen in a long long time. They are precious to me and we are all branches on that family tree. We talk on Facebook as seems to be the norm these days but how joyous it will be to see them in the next few days and actually spend time with them.


Yes, my aunt died yesterday but she lived a glorious life and blessed us all with her spirit. She was a jewel and left a powerful legacy behind. We owe a great debt to her!


Until we meet again!

Just a Little Succulent

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Yesterday was Mother’s Day 2021. I decided last week to take my own mother out on Thursday and spend the entire day with her and take her to all of her favorite places and to beat the crowds and also enjoy the warmest day predicted for the week.

I picked her up around 8:30am as storms were predicted later in the afternoon and we planned on getting back home before the weather changed. It was a beautiful, sunshiny day and the first place that we headed was to a garden center in Cookeville about 18 miles from our homes. We looked at everything there and loaded up on garden veggies and a few flowers. The 2 things that I was personally looking for was red onion sets and a burro tail succulent. I found the red onion sets there and also an eggplant but no burro tail.

We left the garden center and headed on to a sandwich place which we both love and we split a meal there. It was a little early for lunch but Mom had not eaten breakfast and I had eaten very early and was starting to get a headache which I do sometimes if stormy weather is moving into our area. We finished up our meal and headed out to the makeup store. Mom was out of everything! The store was huge but the very first girl that waited on us was amazing! She knew where all the good stuff was and the right colors and the brands that we loved. She made shopping there such a joy and we couldn’t have done all of that without her. Plus everything in the store is guaranteed even if you use out of the bottles and decide you don’t care for the product you can return it all. This was such a blessing especially with us older folks that don’t wear so much makeup and are not up on all the products like the younger girls are. We had so much fun!

Next we went to the new soap making store that I had heard so much about and that was another joy in itself. So many colors and smells to choose from. We made a purchase there and stopped to deliver a Mother’s Day gift to someone and then we headed back to Livingston.

We traveled up the road here to another garden center and looked around for another long while. Mom found some more goodies and I was still in search of that burro tail succulent but they were not at that garden center either.

I had had a burro tail on my front porch last year and I fell in love with the little plant. It grew and grew and as you can see in the picture above it makes a very special looking plant. When I brought the plant in for the winter I accidentally killed it by giving it too much water before we left on vacation and by the time we got back it was dead. I was heartbroken!

I have led up to what happened at church yesterday. A couple in our church buy all the mothers a little gift on Mother’s Day ever since both of their own mothers have passed away and give each of us a gift in memory of their mothers. The lady spoke up yesterday and said that she was unable to find the gifts that she meant to give us so she settled for these little individual cups of little succulent plants. My heart skipped a beat in my chest at just the thought of looking over those little succulents! We were told to come up after church and pick out the little succulent that we wanted and that there was plenty there for everyone.

By the time church was over I made a bee line to adjust the thermostats and blow out the candles and turn off the light over the pulpit. By the time I got around to remembering to get my little succulent, the plants had all been picked over. There were large plants and teeny tiny plants and all were different varieties of succulents. In the back row I spotted a tiny pot and inside low and behold was a burro tail succulent! I could have cried with joy! I snatched it up and smiled as if I had won the grand prize! No one but me and God knew what was going on!

Here is my little plant:

If you don’t think that God cares about our little everyday desires then you got another think coming. I haven’t written a lot lately as my plate is so full and words don’t come easy to a soul that is always buzzing around. I have always been a Martha personality and that is one of my greatest assets but also one of my greatest downfalls. Thus for this reason is the Title of my blog …….Peace Be Still by Anna

I have to remind myself all the time to settle down, be still, stay calm, and let God work in my life!

Here is what I learned yesterday after the lesson of the little succulent:

I do delight in my Lord but I fail Him all the time. Evidently He loves me anyway!

I pray that ” Just a Little Succulent” causes you to smile today as it did me yesterday!

Do What You Know to Do

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Mark is down in his back this morning and even though it is the anniversary day of our son dying I decided to pet him a little bit and make some homemade biscuits for breakfast. As I was mixing up the flour and the Crisco and cutting the Crisco in I turned to the refrigerator and grabbed a half gallon of milk. I went right over to my bowl and poured in the exact amount of milk without even measuring. This blog just hit me right then like a brick. I knew exactly how much milk to pour in because I have made homemade biscuits all of my life!

Our son has been dead 8 years today, January the 8th. Where others cry and mourn I just thank God this morning for giving me my dear son, for letting me be his Mom and loaning him to me for 37 years. Yes, I have both good and bad memories but I choose to praise God in this greatest storm of my life and to find JOY in the few short years that I had with Danny.

God never fails us or leaves our side if we commit to him and turn our hearts over to him. We have Him always in our world to help us with each and every thing and just do what we know to do and He will do the rest. I can’t stress enough how we need to Praise our God in our storms and give Him our all. The rest will work out according to His plan. Try your best to not be negative and look for the silver lining in all that happens to you.

When the worst smacks you down just do what you know to do and know that God is faithful!

I rejoice this morning in the life of Danny Lee Poston and thank God for the remembrance of Him!

Our World

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The road from my house to town is now closed because a bridge on the route is being removed and rebuilt so I have to take some back roads to get into my home town of Livingston.

Last Saturday morning I was driving one of those little back roads when I noticed this field of mums that are for sale. See the picture below….

Just a few days previous to Saturday I passed by this same field of mums and hardly even one mum was bloomed out. The thoughts for this blog rapidly began to swirl through my head.

I haven’t written a blog since Mother’s Day weekend and felt just dry and non inspired. A lot of people do not realize that you cannot just sit down and write a blog. I feel the words have to be inspired and come to you in your spirit before you can write them.

As I looked at this field of mums I wondered what had dried up my inspiration so much lately. The mums looked dried up before but now with some cooler temps and a little rain they are gorgeous!

The thought just hit me as I was driving. The pandemic and covid is what has dried up my spirit! I have felt isolated and lonely and miss my grandchildren terribly. The world as we all know it has come to a screeching halt and it seems that people everywhere are in a bad mood and irritable, eating too much, staying up too late, working from home, home schooling, virtual learning, missing church or whatever! Nothing appears normal!

I began to think about the mums and how the hotness of the sun, the dryness of the air had kept them from being their beautiful self. I compared that to our pandemic and how the isolation, the too much free time on our hands, the irritability all around us and the lack of love was doing the very same thing to us humans as the weather had been doing to these mums.

As I drove on into town that Saturday morning I went through the drive through at the Dairy Queen to get my husband and I a biscuit and I saw this and this……….

Another part of this blog began to form. Our local Dairy Queen has put out a glorious fall scene for years and years and it always touches me. The owner probably doesn’t even realize how much it lifted my spirits that morning. I know that his business on the inside had slowed down quite a bit because of Covid but as I rounded the drive through he has come up with a new plan and the food travels down this little conveyor belt and you pick it up out of this automatic window. Instead of sitting on his do nothing and worrying about his business the owner decided to try something new. How inventive!

I thought back to the field of mums again and how the coldness of the weather and the rain had caused them to really blossom. Of course you say that is how mums are supposed to do but God showed me in that simple lesson that we humans are also made to withstand the cold and the rain of life and come out more glorious than ever!

Here is something I read today and how very true that it is:

Let us please remember to be kind, to know that we will get through this pandemic, to pray for the families that fall victim to the virus, to fill our time with things that are good and pure and stop arguing over politics, masks, or whatever. Let us rise above it all and bloom with glory where we are planted!

The American Soldier

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In memory of Robert Wesley Tucker; I wrote the following article the very first night that I met the Tucker family….precious people! Wes was killed in Iraq on October the 13th, 15 years ago today.

The American Soldier
By Anna Poston
As some of you already know, I have been caught up lately in a whirlwind of “Welcome Home” activities for our dear K troop soldiers. We are looking so forward to their return and the joy that it will bring to us.
On Thursday afternoon of last week, I found out that one of our young men from K troop had been killed in Iraq by a roadside bomb and another dear soldier that was with him had been critically injured.
I came home that night with a real heaviness in my heart and I sat down in my chair and did much of nothing. All I wanted to do was cry. I sat there for a couple of hours and I did cry and then I pulled myself together and a real determination filled my soul. “What can I do, I asked myself”, I am not going to just sit here and let this family down. What can I do to ease their pain?
I had already been making K-troop flags in my basement for the big “Welcome Home Celebrations”. I had found out from others that visited with the family that night that they wanted no black, but brightness and vivid colors at this soldier’s funeral. They wanted him to receive the “Welcome Home” that he deserved; for he was truly coming Home.
I picked myself up and I pulled myself together and I went downstairs and I began to sew, I sewed and I sewed and with each stitch of the red, and the white, and the yellow, I thought back over this past 16 months and the tremendous sacrifices that our men and our families have gone through. The task became a real joy to accomplish and I cherished the thought that I was so fortunate to be the person that could do this task. It lifted my spirits and I so wanted to go in person and give the family this gift.
Last night, I went down to the home place with my flag in hand. When I walked up the sidewalk, I instantly saw the mother of this soldier. I work with her at the hospital where I am employed. When she saw me, she quickly got up and went inside the house. I thought to myself, ‘Oh, I have done the wrong thing”. I and the young lady that drove down with me just sat down on that front porch and waited.
Finally the mother of the soldier came out of the house and I stood up and presented her with the flag. She didn’t say a whole lot, but took my gift and went inside and closed the door. I stood there feeling really bad that I had brought that flag and I just sat back down and waited.
In a few minutes, that door opened and someone came and got me and told me that I was wanted inside. I went in feeling even more sorry that I had brought the flag and what a mistake I made by bringing it in.
I was directed to the mother and dad’s bedroom and I slowly stepped inside. There they were, just the two of them, and my flag lay on their bed. The mother started thanking me for that flag and telling me that everyone had done so many things, but that this flag was the one thing that had really touched them and held so much meaning for them. They were planning on using this flag at the funeral.
I was so relieved and so thankful that I had allowed my pain to be directed into that cloth.
The mother took me outside and let me tell you what I saw there:
I saw a country home that sits on a hillside in Tennessee. I saw a flag up on the highest eave of the barn, and I saw a name board near the door that says ‘Welcome” and an eagle hanging below it. All across the front of the house with the big huge porch was plagues of things like the liberty bell and revolutionary soldiers and flags and banners. All of these things were already hanging there. They weren’t staged- they were there!
The mother took me out to the edge of the yard and looking towards the left of the house down in a little valley, a freshly graveled road circled around a grassy little peaceful looking spot that had the American Flag right in the middle of it. That was the son’s burial spot. His coon dogs were tied to the left of this and his brand new truck sat to the right on the grass in the front yard.
I thought to myself what an all around Tennessee country boy this had been and a family that is just awesome!
That would’ve been enough if that was all I had seen but then I was asked to follow the younger women up the gravel driveway to a trailer that sat just as you turned in. This was the home of the soldier and his special little family.
His wife was a young girl, just graduated this past May from high school. She was absolutely beautiful with her long, lean, frame and her black hair and soft spoken voice. She carried on her hip, their small baby girl that will be a year old next month.
We went into this little home and I saw pictures; Pictures
everywhere; Pictures of a mom, a dad, and a small little girl. Everywhere you looked; there were pictures of the love between these three people; on one wall, was a picture of the young woman at her senior year prom and the little baby was on her hip in the picture. She had taken the child to the prom for the soldier was away in Iraq.
I thought back over my own life and myself getting married at age 17 and the man who in my life was a soldier before he ever married me. I thought of all the years of my soldier and how many times that he has been away from us drilling and learning soldier kinds of things. I remember getting up one bright early morning and having to load all of our kids in the car and go with my soldier and drop him off so that he could travel to Memphis and take care of that city when their police and firemen went on strike, I remember him being in Colorado when our little twin daughters learned how to walk. I remember catching my kitchen on fire one summer while he was away doing his two week drill. All of these things flooded through my mind and I could see myself in that young girl and small child that had welcomed me so graciously into their home.
Nobody knows the sacrifices that our military and their families go through unless you are a member of this rare breed.
I left there last night with a pride that is indescribably.
This is the stuff that the American Soldier is made of! The family that the American Soldier has! Nobody made him do this! Nobody made him die for his country! He did it all freely and they did it freely. They all did this thing together and that is what I saw last night. I saw the love; the deep love for a country and for a land.
Don’t ever take that gift of the American Soldier for granted. Appreciate it every day and cherish the fact that you live in a land that is FREE! Freedom is not free. Someone paid the ultimate price.
Someone just did
Robert Wesley Tucker


Mother’s Day Thoughts

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48CF91FF-11C2-4B24-AEC9-84271F773BC6I don’t age by birthdays……never have. Life events age me and Mother’s Day is my yearly self-evaluation day.

I usually always have a good cry because no matter how hard I work at being a good Mom, somehow when that measuring stick comes out each year I have a long way to go.

I hope my children know how much I love them and how I realized a long time ago that by myself I would fail them. I have tried to point them all to God who will never fail them and who measures off the scale in all areas.

With God our little lives and all the drama are just a speck in His big view. He has it all under control and we just need to hand the reins over and enjoy the ride!

Happy Mother’s Day weekend and all you Mom’s out there just take a bow!

The Size of Your Faith

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E8F0878B-3B51-4250-8BA0-15A2A788EB77Today is my oldest son’s 45th birthday. I think a lot about him this time of year as he passed away 7 years ago.

I was 45 years old just like him today when all four of our children had left our home nest and were on their own. Time sure has gone by so fast!

Since Danny’s death I have always tried to honor his life by being strong and by living each day in faith. I never said it was easy but that is what I have tried my best to do.

A couple of days ago I heard a profound statement and probably the very most important statement that I have heard in a very long time! The statement was this:

The Amount of Faith you have in Your Life depends on the Amount of God you have in your Life!

Think on that statement for a bit. How many times in the Bible did Jesus say, “Oh ye of little faith?”

Jesus spent His time on this earth teaching and trying to build up the faith of all those that came in contact with Him.

I have watched my little toddler grandkids learn to swim one by one in my pool. I have lifted them up out of the water over and over and sat them up on the side only to watch them stand up and say, “Again”. I would then hold out my arms to them and they would leap right into that water that was over their heads with no absolute fear because they knew that I was going to catch them.

There is a lot of scary things going on in the world today and also a lot of disappointments and hurts. The most hurtful thing I have ever experienced was the death of my oldest son. I don’t understand why he had to die and other people’s kids can live. I don’t understand why his life was filled with so much heartache. I don’t understand why he felt that he had to keep that stiff upper lip when he was crumbling inside and needed help but wouldn’t ask.

What I do understand is how big God is! What I do understand is how loving and kind God is. What I do understand is that God sticks with me through each and every thing. So like my little toddler grandkids have done, I leap into God’s arms each and every time I face a crisis and I don’t pay attention that the waters of life are way over my head! God holds out His arms and catches me and lifts me up and sits me down and eventually I stand up and say, “Again!”

I truly believe that is the best way I know of to describe God and to describe Faith in my Life.

Keep God big in your life and your faith will be strong and on your very worst days of your life God will hold out His loving arms and you will be able to jump right in them!

 

 

 

 

Lasting Effect

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Diced Potatoes

Tonight as I was preparing supper, I was peeling potatoes and wanting them to boil up really quick so I was dicing them. I had a sharp paring knife and held the potato in my left hand and was making long vertical cuts all around the potato as I turned it. After I made all the vertical slices while still holding it tightly in my hand I held the potato over my sauce pan and then began to cut the potato horizontally and the diced pieces fell into my pan. As I did this my mind instantly went back to childhood on the farm. I was standing at the kitchen sink peeling and dicing potatoes just like I was doing tonight but my Mom’s brother was standing in that kitchen and he had noticed my swift and accurate cutting skills and commented on how he didn’t know how I could do that so fast. I laughed and said, “Because I started cooking at age 4 and have been doing this a very long time.”

My uncles words immediately came rushing back to me tonight. I was standing there at the sink and this blog post began to form in my mind. Every time I dice potatoes I think of my uncle James. he bragged on me that night and encouraged me.

I began to think of all the other people in my life that come to mind each and every time that I do a task. I was ironing shirts one day and I would only iron one side of the sleeves and be done. One of my grandmothers asked me why I only iron one side of the sleeve. I stopped doing that very thing that day and I have faithfully ironed both sides of a sleeve ever since because my grandmother was very wise and she was a Proverbs 31 woman and I respected her and felt like if she said it then it was so.

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I was telling someone yesterday that in the very worst trial of my life that a preacher we had at church had said these words to me and I quote:

Life is hard and a process. Anna, you are a diamond in the rough and what you are going through is a refining process. Bad things in life refine us and shape us and we do learn valuable lessons from those times.

Those few short sentences have stayed with me from those young years of my life until now and I have thought of them many times.

There are words, phrases, actions from people in our lives that stand out and make a mark in our brains that never leave us. I never really thought about all of that until tonight while standing at my sink.

We humans have a lot of power to make or break a person, a situation, a home, or a job and be a positive force or a negative force that will stay etched in memory for eternity until we die or they die, whichever comes first.

I leave all of us with this thought tonight………..what kind of lasting effect are we making?

Sometimes it takes a Mountain

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Tonight I heard this song for the very first time. Please listen:

https://youtu.be/b-24kkrKp1Y

This song is totally my life story! Sure, I grew up knowing about God and believing in Him and was saved and baptized at age 11 but I didn’t fully understand what I was doing back then.

I was developing into the adult I was to be but a lot of “I can do all things” set in too. Later the “ through Christ that strengthens me” became the most important part of that sentence.

I had someone tell me very recently that I have really suffered a lot of tragedies in my lifetime but if you listen to this song that I heard tonight then you know that all those things are what crowded me into Him.

There is no greater love than the love of God and only He can make a way when there is no way!

I also heard a statement tonight that you couldn’t climb a mountain if it was smooth. That is a literal mountain but what about our spiritual mountains? When life is smooth and easy we tend to puff up, be proud and forget all about God.

Please listen to Gloria Gaither’s recitation in this song. I never thought I could have a constant joy either and be thankful for the bad stuff as well as the good but you really can be! God can give you that joy!

This Easter is going to be like none we in present day have experienced. The coronavirus has wiped out our routines!

If you are having a struggle today, a mountain or a desert to cross, just start thanking God and praying about it. I guarantee that He will see you through.

Sometimes it takes a Mountain to bring us to the realization that we are not in control and that we need help.

May each one reading this have the best Easter ever and hit the reset on your life and we can all climb that mountain with Christ!