During World War II, the 6th Ranger Battalion, assisted by Filipino guerrillas, penetrated deep into enemy territory to free prisoners of war at Cabanatuan. One of the primary concerns was the flatness of the countryside. The terrain had been cleared of vegetation. The Rangers would have to crawl through a … Continue reading →
The Old Idaho State Penitentiary first opened its doors in 1870 and continued to operate until 1973. During the years of operation housed 13,000 convicts, one of which was Harry Orchard. Orchard began his sentence in 1908 after being convicted of the assassination of a former governor of Idaho. Years … Continue reading →
GOD is magnificent; He can never be praised enough. There are no boundaries to His grace. The LORD’s plans stand firm forever; His intentions can never be shaken. Truly He is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress; I will never be shaken. I tell you the truth; … Continue reading →
What if on your front porch someone left a deadly, poisonous, ravenous, wicked, rabid, crazed, flesh-eating monster? Now mind you, the monster does tend to sweet talk and try to convince you that you should just take it in and everything will work out just fine. Unfortunately, we’ve all invited … Continue reading →
I‘ve had my wimpy, whiny, and weak moments. I pictured removing my outer, saggy, skin layer and dragging my woeful little body down the hall. Goodness I miss the days I could lift more weight than several of the body builders in our gym. I was woman, hear me roar. … Continue reading →
When my husband and I were dating, people ran the other way when they saw me coming. They were sick of hearing how wonderful I thought he was — how cute, smart, funny, handsome, etc. I could not wait to see, talk to, and spend time with him. Why? I was in love. Not in love, but IN LOVE! The kind where you walk a few feet off the ground, the birds sing special songs, sunsets are brighter, and all is right with the world. I could have read books such as Twenty-One helpful tips on dating a Buffaloe, …
Continue reading →I’m pondering how often we refuse to move forward. We get rutted and trapped in the past, clinging to the thing that destroyed the life we wanted or imagined.
There is a time to mourn and weep, but we’ve turned it into a lifestyle, and “poor me” has become an idol. Self is exalted over God. We aren’t hearing His voice nor hearing His call because we are too busy listening to our own complaints and whines. I’ve been there, done that–sat and stewed and mourned. And the longer I stewed in my stew, the stinkier my stew (and me) became. Ugh.
