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Image by Helmut H. Kroiss My earliest memory of church was getting my ear pinched to the point of tears, while sitting in a pew, scared to death of making a sound. My heart still smiles at this as I have always wondered how Dad could reach his arm around Mom with the speed of a serpent and strike with the same accuracy. I’m pretty sure he learned this tactic from his dad because I know my sons can relate. Anyway, I have many memories from church and most still put a smile on

"Listening" in Bronze I realize that buying a house or an airplane are major events in one’s life, but I have just one more story to share. I want you to know how much Jesus cares from the time you get up in the morning until you tell Him goodnight. By the way, He’s there throughout the night too. I can’t tell you how many times He woke me in the middle of the early morning hours with someone on my mind for whom I would pray, just to find out the next day that the prayers

NOT!! Chestnut St. That airplane story taught me a lot about priorities. It also taught me that God only wants the very best for our lives. Really, I needed to learn to trust Him enough to truly believe this. I have mentioned it before, but I Peter 5:7, "Casting all your care upon Him, for He careth for you", is true. Do you trust Christ that much, to cast "ALL" your cares, concerns, and desires to Him? This seems to be a lifelong lesson for many to really commit to, so d