Friday, January 23, 2015



You have seen them before.  This is a fossil of some
sea shells.  So what is the big deal?

God permitted me to get a few acres of woods here
in the Ozarks.  These woods are near the top of the
hill.  The topo map shows the property to be about
2000 ft. above sea level.  And the nearest sea is about
400 miles away.

I have found more than a dozen of these sea shell
fossils scattered around through the woods.

That simply proves that the Bible is correct.

"And the waters prevailed so mightily upon
the earth that all the high mountains under the
whole heaven were covered; the waters prevailed
above the mountains, covering them fifteen
cubits deep."
(Genesis 7:19,20 RSV)

Now you may choose to believe any one of a
number of fairy tales being invented by man 
because they do not want to acknowledge there is
a creator they will have to answer to.  (Yes, some 
theologians take facts and rearrange them to suite 
them selves also.)

After all.  It does make sense that before there
was anything, enough "nothing" got together
to blow it's self up causing everything.  Well,
at least to a pseudo scientist.

Like many other people, I have had a relationship
with the God who created this old world and 
gives you life it's self.  Over the many years He
has answered hundreds of prayers for me.  But
you want me to ignore this relationship just so
you can maintain some theory that ignores Him?  
Forget it, you are too late?

Friday, January 16, 2015

ALL THINGS???????????

We Christians like to declare that all things
work together for good to those who love God.

Makes you wonder sometimes.
But let me tell you about the day the 
above image was taken.

My habit  is to very early in the morning ask
for God's protection for the day, and his blessing
on the day.  I "try" to put the day in his hands
and let him worry about it.  [I know.  Sometimes
I try to help him.]

The above day started for me like several each 
week - at the oncology center.  It started well.
They sent me over to the hospital for blood.
That happens a lot.  About once a week I go
get more blood and/or platelets.  It's a routine
with me.

On entering the hospital I noticed that the 
regular people who do the admitting were not
there.  But one of the regular women who 
come out of the back office was.  So she helped
me.  Well, she had to get some help to help
her so she could help me. 

The next step is "usually" being taken to a 
hospital room.  But this time, she took me 
around the corner to a division or section I 
had never been in.  ??? and double ???
It was for out patient heart patients.  I am
not a heart patient.  I am there because of
"Aplastic anemia" as an out patient.

Next comes a nurse.  So far that happens 
everywhere.  And the way she was going 
to do the infusion was different than my  doctor
had instructed.  I know.  I had careful read the
instructions before handing them in at the front
desk.  Now I liked the nurse's method better. But
I am not normal.  Transfusions can give me reactions
that create real problems.  So I have learned to 
watch pre-medications and infusion rates very
carefully.  The nurse and I "sorta" went round 
and round on infusion rates.  But as mentioned,
I liked her method better and we followed her
"protocol" instead.

Now this division does not stay open 24/7.
So when they had gone as far as they could
they sent me to the 5th floor.  First time I have
ever been there.  The reason is simple.  They
do not work with "out patients" like me.  They
only care for full time patients.  But the people
were great.  They did a great job anyway.

Except as we are winding up, they wanted to
wait 30 minutes and do an "H and H".  No 
way.  How did that get in there?  It ends up that
that instruction came out of "ER" several months
ago when the reaction problems began.  Now
we have been following a different set of instructions
with a "protocol" that is similar to the one from
the department that sent me there.

After this comedy of errors that had me frustrated,
until I could hand it back over to God - what was
the outcome?

I was able to go home between 4 and 8 hours
than my normal routine.

But we are not done.

For quite a while now I have known that the
alternator on my old truck was getting very 
weak.  And leaving the hospital the lights in
the dash told me it had gone it's last mile.

God got me home safely and all at a time that
there were several extra vehicles I could use 
to go into towns to get parts.


"And we know that all things work together
for good to those who love God, to those
who are the called according to His purpose."
(Romans 8:28 NKJV)

Friday, January 9, 2015


my back was hurting -
a lot.

My Sciatica again.
My Sciatica has bothered me a few times in my
life.  The last time the Lord helped me go over
40 years between bouts.  Praise God for that.

Was I praying about it?  Of course.  But I was 
beginning to think God was going to have me 
use more natural means of healing this time.
Thus the book above.

I have read 54 pages in the book.
What have I learned in 54 pages.


54 pages to learn that!  But nothing to help me yet.

He took the pain away.
I do not how or why.  But over about
a week it was gone.

Don't think I will finish the book.

"For God is in heaven, and you on earth;
Therefore let your words be few."
(Ecclesiastes 5:2 NKJV)

Sunday, January 4, 2015


I am not even thinking of this as a miracle.
It was just one more answer to prayer.

When I came down with aplastic anemia I
was in ICU in the hospital above for five days.

The watch above.
I clearly remember taking it off and laying it on 
the neat little table or tray that you find in every
hospital room.

I do not remember if it was the day of my release
so I could shower.  Or sometime earlier in my stay.
After all, every hospital room I've been in provides
a LARGE wall clock where the patient can see it
clearly.  That is so you can know how slowly 
time is passing.

On the day of my release we could not find my 
watch.  Now, I am the kind of person that cannot
find something unless it is on top or in the front.

But that is not the way my wife works.  She can
find anything in any kind of pile any where.
She searched through the entire room for it.  She
went through my laundry, suitcase and every thing
I had.  But no watch.

Now that is a very, very cheap watch.  So that 
was not a concern to me.  But I did not want to
feel it had been stolen.

I clearly remember as I was leaving the room
praying and asking the Lord to let the watch
show up some time.  My main concern was 
more that I did not want to feel it had been
stolen from me.

About a month later my wife came carrying it
in to the kitchen.  She ask me if I knew any thing
about it.  Yep.

Where was it??
On the floor between the washer and the dryer.

Thank you Jesus.