Wonderland or Wasteland?

TEA FOR TWO AND TWO FOR TEA SNMAN{Image:Tea for Two & Two for Tea}

You decide, winter wonderland or wasteland?     SEPTEMBER 2014 002

It depends on your point of view; barely daylight and there is a foot-deep fresh blanket of snow. Children beg mom to turn on the news in hopes that their school is closed. She feels a bad head ache coming on. Dad dresses in layer upon layer of winter clothing before shoveling out the driveway.

Forty-seven years ago on December 30, I married my Louisiana Rebel in Syracuse, NY 32 below zero temperatures, amid mountains of snow. Boasting, a few weeks later he moved me south saying that it hardly ever snows in Mississippi. One morning, to our surprise we woke to a Mississippi Delta winter wonderland. Six inches fell from southern skies.

I anticipate a heavenly wonderland!

“But as it is written: Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him (1 Corinthians 2:9 NKJ).”

Baby Blankies





        {Image by David Woodall}

Did it begin with SEPTEMBER 2014 002baby dolls dressed in flannel gowns & matching booties or starched dresses under the Christmas tree ? The new doll smell drifted up to my nose as I quickly named them. I played mommy; the make-believe feeding, dressing, and rocking baby dolls came naturally.

Each year Mom & Dad added childcare essentials, placing dolls in toy baby strollers, cribs or high chairs under our Christmas tree. They were too big to wrap but that afforded me the added pleasure of seeing them at first glance. Mom lovingly displayed my dolls under drooping light-decked branches.

Playing dolls prepared me for real-life babysitting jobs. I was caring for newborns by the early age of eleven, quickly bonding with the bundles of joy. Infants were dependent on me and gave unconditional love. Holding a contented baby in my arms made the hours of clock watching worthwhile.

Baby Jesus grew to sacrificial lamb, willingly giving His life that we might receive everlasting life. Christmas led down the path to Calvary. We open Christmas packages in both celebration of His birth and resurrection. Grieving followers discovered His open and empty tomb. Jesus lives and waits to wrap us in His blanket of grace.

“But God being rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in our transgressions, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved) and raised us up with Him, and seated us with Him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus (Ephesians 2:4-6 NAS).”



Preschool age children SEPTEMBER 2014 002love to get their hands in Play-Doh and cookie dough. They roll it, pound it and squash it too.

Mommy ads to their fun when she puts cookie cutter molds into their tiny hands; youngsters now have the excitement of creating favorite shapes.

The tikes laugh with glee when they see animals, Christmas trees, stars or snowmen.

As mothers or grandmothers, we guard our hearts and minds. We must not conform to the molds of our godless society.

“And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God (Romans 12:2 KJV).”

The Creator places no cookie cutter into our feeble hands; He writes His word upon our hearts and watches to see its transforming power in our walk with Him.


???????????????????????????????????????Ornamental squash and gourd Thanksgiving table SEPTEMBER 2014 002arrangements are an American tradition. Cornucopias are available in a variety of sizes and adorn dining room tables during the holiday festivities.

Church members and visitors enter through welcoming vestibules.
They frequently view cornucopia-horn of plenty arrangements where they enter and in the sanctuary.

The cornucopia is a symbol of a bountiful harvest, serving as a reminder of how much the heavenly Father blesses us through fruit and produce of the land.

With grateful heart, I pray that you and I will be cornucopia Christians, filled to overflowing with fruit of the Spirit.

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faith, gentleness, self-control. Against such things there is no law (Galatians 5:22-23 HCS).”

We have Christ’s promise of an abundant life; He is pleased when we as His followers blend in unity to bear fruit and demonstrate His love.


TURKEY FARM BLOG-IMAGE-VINTAGE POSTCARDS                                                  

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Gobble…gobble!’                                                                    SEPTEMBER 2014 002

Turkey is the star of the Thanksgiving Day menu and will soon make guest appearances on America’s dining room tables.

Who gets the drumstick?

Our generation selects most turkeys from a grocer’s freezer section. For the most part, the days of hunting wild turkeys with bow and arrow are only a faint memory.

My memory takes me back to the late 1950’s. Our neighbors, the Wells family, owned a turkey farm. The fowls were brilliant white but their odor was foul (to say the least).

On Thanksgiving Day, Mom’s kitchen smelled scrumptious. Scents of freshly butter-basted turkey, homemade dressing, turnips, pumpkin and mince pies were tantalizing.

I wonder…

Are our prayers of thanksgiving a pleasing aroma to the Father?

“May my prayer be counted as incense before Thee; the lifting up of my hands as the evening offering (Psalms 141:2 NAS).”



{Dad, Franklin F. Ford}

                                           VETERANS STAND OUT IN A CROWD

The reason is easily discerned.

Our veterans once stood tall and trustworthy in uniform.
 Will we stand silent to the sacrifices they made for our freedom?

Israel had a decided advantage; a vast army of valiant men provided protection.

“The sons of Reuben, the Gadites, and half the tribe of Manasseh had forty-four thousand seven hundred and sixty valiant men, men able to bear shield and sword, to shoot with the bow, and skillful in war, who went to war (1 Chronicles 5:18 NKJ).”

There is strength in numbers but God’s power is greater still.

…they cried out to God in the battle. He heeded their prayer, because they put their trust in Him (1 Chronicles 5:20b NKJ).”