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Joyce Wyatt.
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CASEY AT THE BAT
Hey Guys! Have you ever been to Mudville? You don’t think so? Well, come along with me. Let’s go back to the year 1888. The whole town of Mudville has come out to see the Meadowlarks vs. Hornets baseball game. Excerpts from the famous ballad describing the game go like this: (Read the rest of this article)
Hey Guys! Have you ever been to Mudville? You don’t think so? Well, come along with me. Let’s go back to the year 1888. The whole town of Mudville has come out to see the Meadowlarks vs. Hornets baseball game. Excerpts from the famous ballad describing the game go like this: (Read the rest of this article)
TELL ME AGAIN LORD
The rain cast a dreary, gloomy shadow over the world outside, but my heart portrayed a brighter picture. With all of our belongings in our car and a U-haul truck, my husband and I and our two children proceeded down the highway headed for Tennessee. The following day, we were to take our places as houseparents at a children’s home.(Read the rest of this article)
The rain cast a dreary, gloomy shadow over the world outside, but my heart portrayed a brighter picture. With all of our belongings in our car and a U-haul truck, my husband and I and our two children proceeded down the highway headed for Tennessee. The following day, we were to take our places as houseparents at a children’s home.(Read the rest of this article)
Roberta’s Painting
At a very early age, I learned the power of forgiveness. Strangely enough, it happened when my cousin Roberta brought a painting to the old home place, an ancient farm belonging to grandma in southern West Virginia. (Read the rest of this article)
At a very early age, I learned the power of forgiveness. Strangely enough, it happened when my cousin Roberta brought a painting to the old home place, an ancient farm belonging to grandma in southern West Virginia. (Read the rest of this article)
LADY WITH THE LAMP
Back in the early 1800s in England, a baby girl was born..Florence Nightingale. She grew up and received a direct call from God to care for the suffering. It was a time when “decent” young women were not expected to work in the public, especially not in the foul, disease-ridden camps of the British military. (Read the rest of this article)
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Back in the early 1800s in England, a baby girl was born..Florence Nightingale. She grew up and received a direct call from God to care for the suffering. It was a time when “decent” young women were not expected to work in the public, especially not in the foul, disease-ridden camps of the British military. (Read the rest of this article)
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Sealed With A Tear
At work one day at a children’s home, the sound of faint footsteps fell upon my ears and I turned to see who had entered my office. Already gone from sight, someone had quickly laid a stack of letters on my desk. One in particular caught my eye, for on the back of the unsealed envelope, scrawled in a 12-year-old boy’s handwriting were the words “Sealed with a tear.” Just beneath was the author’s attempt to portray teardrops. (Read the rest of this article)
At work one day at a children’s home, the sound of faint footsteps fell upon my ears and I turned to see who had entered my office. Already gone from sight, someone had quickly laid a stack of letters on my desk. One in particular caught my eye, for on the back of the unsealed envelope, scrawled in a 12-year-old boy’s handwriting were the words “Sealed with a tear.” Just beneath was the author’s attempt to portray teardrops. (Read the rest of this article)
THE REAL TREASURE
The big cardboard box was unloaded off the trailer and set in the basement. A few days went by - days of existing somewhere between numbness and shock. My sister was gone, my sweet, kind sister, so full of life, the hub of the family. Inside the box were just a few of her precious things. (Read the rest of this article)
The big cardboard box was unloaded off the trailer and set in the basement. A few days went by - days of existing somewhere between numbness and shock. My sister was gone, my sweet, kind sister, so full of life, the hub of the family. Inside the box were just a few of her precious things. (Read the rest of this article)
