Hallelujah Halloween

Our church joined with another church of a different denomination to host a Halloween party this evening. My husband, the introvert worked with the doughnuts on a string where children try to eat the doughnut swinging in the air. I had that job two years ago. I worked behind the blue fabric of a fishing booth, hidden from sight, the extrovert. 🙂

It’s so nice to open the fellowship hall to children in their costumes with their parents and to see everyone play games. Eating candy, drinking cider, sharing a meal and people sorry to leave at the end of the event made for a great time.

We gave out information about God’s plan for salvation and prayed all would go well beforehand.

What a pleasant evening.

May God bless you.

Brothers and Sisters


“God setteth the solitary in families,” it says in the KJV of the Bible in Psalm 68:6.


When one of my sisters died from a prolonged illness, I felt a closer bond to my other siblings. We are the only ones with the same parents and a shared history at the formative years of our lives.


A similar sense of humor surfaces when we get together. Certain phrases bring a knowing glance with no explanation needed. Yet as the years pass and the miles separate, it’s inevitable that there are experiences that siblings may know nothing about if communication becomes limited.


I remember moving into a new location and I ran into a fellow I hadn’t seen since ninth grade. His sister and he hung around together in school at the lunch room. I’d hear them joking and laughing. I asked, “How’s your sister doing?”


He shook his head. “We don’t have anything to do with each other.”


I was shocked. Maybe brothers and sisters drift apart over the years easier than sisters. After I got married, I didn’t see as much of my younger brother because we didn’t live right nearby and there are enough years between us, he gravitated to the sisters closer in age to him. He’s a busy guy, as well.


Proverbs 18:24, (KJV), says, “A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.”


It’s probably hard to keep close ties with brothers and sisters over the course of a life time with all the changes that life throws our way. I’ve met some Christian folks that I count as close as family in many regards. I thank God for them and I thank God for my flesh and blood relatives.


I hope you enjoy your weekend. In America we’re celebrating Memorial Day Weekend to honor our veterans for their sacrifices.


God bless.

Finding the “Right Spouse” Continues

A man in his thirties told me that if you marry an immature person, do not expect that person to mature just because they marry you. They may never mature.

My hairdresser said a person needs to consider what age range they want their spouse to be in, and to stay within those limits.

A friend in her forties said never to marry a man that hates his mother.

That prompted me to think about not marrying a man that is a huge Mommy’s boy. I’ve seen that scenario. It’s very hard on the wife. It’s hard on the man, too, because his mom may try to get between the husband and wife and then he’s forced to pick sides. In Genesis, God said a man is to leave his mother and father and cleave to his wife. She becomes one flesh with him, she is his priority. My husband loved his mother and respected her, but he never put her first. She loved him and did her best to encourage our relationship and never interfered in our lives. She loved our children, too, but she didn’t spoil them rotten. She offered advice when asked and maybe once, unasked, but when I needed it, in a gentle manner. I appreciated what she had to say.

So I tell people to get to know the parents of the one they’re interested in. People often become their parents. The person may not think they’ll become like their parent. I didn’t. Yet, I see various traits from my parents, some good, some not so good, arising in times of stress, in times of joy, in every day habits. I liked my in-laws and that’s helped my marriage.

I know a gal that changed radically from her parents way of life, so that may happen too, but I’ll bet some of their characteristics followed her. It’s just the way it is. I tried to avoid some of the things my parents did, and succeeded for the most part. My children heard the word, “Sorry”, often. My husband, too. Then I worked very hard to keep that behavior and attitude invisible to others and prayed diligently for God to change me.

Anything I missed, I’d love to hear from you. 🙂