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I’m not going to talk much about bad habits because I’m not equipped to help with them. I just know the old jingle, “I don’t smoke and I don’t chew and I don’t go with the boys that do.”

On a more serious note before we move on, my father died of throat cancer at age 50; I was 13. In 1960, we didn’t know much about the health hazards of smoking. We just knew Baptists weren’t supposed to do it, but they did anyway, and it was not the best, but okay because we were eternally saved. But Daddy didn’t have to have the AMA or the Baptists to tell  him his prognosis. He told my mother, “This is killing me.” So, don’t smoke, and if you already do, ask God to lead you to someone who can help you quit. Your life is too valuable. You are fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14), and your body is the Temple of the Holy Spirit (1 Corinthians 6:19). Take care of it before it’s too late.


Mother and Daddy in the early 1940s


Now for the good, but sometimes hard W’s


David doesn’t like to walk around the neighborhood. He prefers Fisherman’s Bend. There we not only get physical exercise; we plan and dream about the near and distant future, watch the Santiam River flow–and flow it does!  And just be together in God’s green Northwest USA. It’s great when you can take your grandkids along.

Oh yes, and the best way to walk at Fisherman’s Bend (or anywhere) is with one of David’s handcrafted walking sticks.


If it’s getting close to dark or I have to walk alone, I settle for the neighborhood walk. But this is not all bad. In the neighborhood, you can prayer walk, praying for each neighbor as you pass his house. You can wave or even stop and chat if he’s in the front yard–that would be in June after it stops raining in Oregon.

How often should you walk? More often than I do. We try to go about four times a week, but sometimes that doesn’t happen. Remember, we live in Oregon. Maybe in June we’ll make up for it and walk 15 times a week.


Drink water! It’s okay to drink coffee, tea or juice–or even on rare occasions a soda–but when you’re drinking these things, it means you’re not drinking water!

There’s not much more to say about water.I prefer mine with ice. Any way you pour it, just drink it!



Be in the Word–God’s Word. Satan will give you every reason not to do this. Kick him in the shins! Find a place and a time and have a plan. I’m now studying the Psalms of Ascent with our church ladies. Rich stuff. When I get behind, I’m the loser. Again, just do it!


Georgia Lou is often caught reading her Bible


As as child, for whatever Freudian reasons, I didn’t learn to do physical work as I should have. Again, I was the loser. I now find it rewarding to work–in the garden (though I’m far from a gardener) in the kitchen, cooking and washing dishes (I’m better at dishes than cooking, but I like to eat). When I lay my head on my pillow at night and I’ve worked with my hands, there is a satisfied feeling.

Work alongside your kids. Hopefully they’ll follow your example. Better they work with you than smoke with you. So, get busy!

Grandmother (Lita), Granddaughter Jenny and Great-Granddaughter Sadie


What a great habit to get into. Not just at church–and it’s not just singing. It’s adoring someone. The best Someone I know to adore is God, the Three in one–God the Father, Jesus the Son and the Comforter, the Holy Spirit.


Mill City Baptist Home Fellowship (converted from our pastor’s shop)

I will tell you a crazy habit of mine if you promise not to tell anyone. You see, I am an alphabet nut. I even make my lists in alphabetical order. (Did you notice my W’s are in alphabetical order?) During the night when I can’t sleep, I think of attributes of God, starting with A: Almighty, Bulwark, Creator…I don’t think I’ve ever made it to Z before I fall back asleep. But if I did, I guess I’d say, ruler of Zion. I also do the same with hymn titles: A Mighty Fortress is Our God, Because He lives, Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing. I sing as many verses as I can remember. It’s okay, David is deaf without his hearing aids, so I’m not disturbing anyone unless it’s the neighbors. If you’re under 69, you’ll probably want to song the praise songs. This is not the war of the worship music. So, just do it!

I could add one more W: Sit down, relax and WEAD a good book!


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About 26 years ago, before the Addison’s Disease was discovered, (see “The Addison’s Battle,” http://nowwhat.cog7.org), I struggled to know why I weighed only 79 pounds, why I could barely walk up the stairs, why I couldn’t eat.

A verse came to me: “He must increase, but I must decrease.” (John 3:30) Why this verse? Why not one about God’s care for me? Why not one about healing? Why not a verse about God working everything out for our good? I think I may know the answer: When a middle-aged lady turns to skin-and-bones, it’s difficult for her to think or talk about anything but herself. This reminder said, “Marty, it’s still not about you. It’s about Me, and when you get that straight, your problem might find a solution.”

Layer-by-layer, I’ve found, and continue to find, solutions. God provides the right doctors, encouragers and common-sense answers–and a great husband and family just when I need them.

Several years ago, when I visited a friend in the hospital, I saw a young man standing in a corridor. Likely a loved one had a critical illness. He  exclaimed over-and-over, “Jesus!, Jesus!, Jesus!”He spoke clearly, did not seem out of control. I knew he wasn’t a crazy man. He simply knew the only Person with the answer: Jesus!


My two daughters live 30 miles away and 30 air hours away! Instead of worry, I’d like to whisper it as I lie in bed, wanting God to protect these my children and my children’s children: Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Though I once weighed 79 pounds, I now sit at my computer with swollen feet, thinking I could pop them with a pin. I struggle to find shoes my feet will slide into. Other physical issues concern me. Though none of them seems critical, I want this to be my response, asking for help from the Great Healer: Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Nearly a week ago, we elected a new leader for our great country. Some like him, some don’t. If we like him, we might trust the president instead of the King of kings. If we don’t like him, we may give up and not trust anyone. So, let’s trust God no matter what our political leanings. Only He and our individual and collective hearts turned toward Him can make the big difference in our troubled souls and troubled land. Instead of rioting, let’s shout it from our homes, our neighborhoods and our cities–and in the streets: Jesus!, Jesus!, Jesus!

Whether you’re tired of your big fat feet; whether your kids live in Australia or next-door; whether you like or dislike our present leaders, let’s allow God to increase in our lives as we decrease. In the end, I believe we will increase in ways we never imagined, as we cry, Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!

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Greetings.  I’m glad to be back.  I was locked out for a few days.

Enjoy with me the Ohio countryside enhanced by the TLC of Jo and Harvey Bond. 

Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring.
Jesus is faires, Jesus is purer,
who makes the woeful heart to sing.
Fairest Lord Jesus (Anonymous German Hymn)











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Ebby and I have two friends.  One young, one, hmmm (it’s all relative).  One is from California, one from Colorado, a male and a female.  Waudell Maple, Brother Mapes, is a 76-year-old hospice chaplain who was my youth director many years ago.  Ashlee is a ten-year-old student.  Brother Mapes said to use Ashlee’s picture.  “She’s much prettier than this ole man.” 

Brother Mapes takes Ebby, AKA Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends, to hospice patients and their families while they wait for the inevitable.  He also passes him out at Starbucks (St. Arbucks) for an ice breaker to open up a discussion about Jesus.  He takes him everywhere he goes.  “But he has to ride in the back seat.” 

Ashlee reads “Mud Pies,” from Ebby when she’s sad, “and that makes me laugh.”  Ashlee laughs more than most as she waits patiently for a family to call her own.  You can see she has that twinkle in her eye.  It seems to say, “I know God has something up His sleeve.” 

Brother Mapes has taken some nasty falls.  It sounds like he’s pretty bunged up, but I’ve checked and his sense of humor is intact.   From his latest e-mail:  “Did you tell me the name of a nursing home you have reserved a room in? I may be looking for one.  Don’t need Depends yet, just a wheelchair.  Sheesh!” 

Please pray for Ashlee and Brother Mapes.  Pray they keep laughing and making everyone around them laugh. 



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As they were going out, they met a man from Cyrene, named Simon, and they forced him to carry the cross.  They came to a place called Golgotha (which means The Place of the Skull).  There they offered Jesus wine to drink mixed with gall, but after tasting it, he refused to drink it.  When they had crucified him, they divided up his clothes by casting lots.  And sitting down, they kept watch over him there.  Above his head they placed the written charge gaainst him:  THIS IS JESUS, THE KING OF THE JEWS.  (Matthew 27:32-37)

We aren’t forced to carry Jesus cross, but can we do anything less?  

King of my life I crownThee now, Thine shall the glory be.  Lest I forget Thy thorn-crowned brow, Lead me to Calvary.  Lead Me to Calvary, Jennie Evelyn Hussey

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Keep giving and stay out of dept.”  These words came from our good friend, Dennis Arzoian.  We’d been talking about the present global crisis.  “Either the market will go back up or Jesus will come.”  Also from Dennis.   

Should we sell our lot in Oregon?  Should we cash in our few stocks?  Should we pay off this house?

Though David and I are disappointed our retirement is on hold, we’re confident in this verse:  Who is there to harm you if you are zealous for what is good? (I Peter 3:13)

Considering the above verse and Dennis’ words, I think I know some of the answers to those and other questions:

*  Should we pay off the house?  That seems to be what is good, don’t you think?  It will also help keep us out of debt. 

*  Should we sell the lot in Oregon?  We’re getting information and doing nothing else until we are directed otherwise.  We’re convinced either way will not harm us–unless we deliberately go against God’s will. 


What about the stocks?  We believe God is already working that one out.

Should we continue to give?  Jesus says to “give and it will be given to you.  A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap.”  (Luke 6:38)  Looks like Dennis agrees with Jesus. 

With our common sense (David has more of this than I do) and God’s loving protection (we both have that–it’s free!), who can harm us? 

I hope you have a big lap!

If anyone has words of wisdom on the market or on the scripture involving these things, I’d love to hear from you. 

Remember:  *  Be nice.  * Keep it under 400 words.  *Also I”d love to have your pictures. 

While you’re sitting wondering what to do with those stocks, grab a copy of Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends, Musings on Life, Scripture and the Hymns.  It won’t answer the stock question, but Jesus is on many a page, and He can guide you.  colorado-yosemite-012



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I’d like to get back to the hymns for some of our discussions. 

I’m looking at the song from the 1800s, “Jesus Calls Us O’er the Tumult.”  I don’t think I ever looked up that word tumult.  Even as a kid, I somehow knew it meant a confusing day when you’d rather go back to bed.  I don’t know what Cecil Frances Alexander 120px-cecil_f_alexander1had in mind when she wrote:

“Jesus calls us o’er the tumult of our life’s wild restless sea.” 

She doesn’t look too wild and restless.  She looks more put together than I do on my days of tumult–or any day. 

Today started out as one of those mini tumult days.  The electricity went off, the clock was off, so I woke David up two hours late.  The rest of the day was OK, I was just so sleepy–in spite of a little extra sleep, and it was Monday.  It still is.  And last night I lost the pictures on my computer. 


What about real tumult?

*I attended two funerals last week.  One sweet friend was younger than I am.  *The economy looks worse daily.  Bailing out doesn’t seem to be the answer. 

*There’s crime and war and sickness. 

For these more serious tumultous days, let’s look at more of our song.

“Day by day His sweet voice soundeth….” 

*  You can follow Me or you can follow the stock market. 

*  You can believe me when I say, “I will not leave you as orphans” (John 14:19) or you can hope our leaders figure out how to keep us safe. 

*  You can confess, accept God’s forgiveness and believe Romans 8:1, “there is no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus,” or you can decay in your guilt. 

*  You can rejoice in the Lord (Philippians 3:1) or you can mullygrub like I did this morning. 

I wonder if she ever felt tumultuous over being named Cecil!

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