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“Don’t let them take the love out!” were the words of a little granddaughter to her grandfather after hearing he was going to have open heart surgery. Even at her age she knew about love and believed the best kind comes from the heart.

Everyday, God writes us into His story. We play in this love story, because He is the great writer, director and producer of this full-time reality show. The greatest story ever told has to be the story of God’s love for man. The story is explained in the bible in great detail how God sent His only son to save the world that He loves. In John 3:16a (NIV) it is told, “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son.” It is a true love story about a father and his children, a story that begins with the creation of the world and man, a story of the origin of why man loves. It is explained in, 1 John 4:19 (NIV), “We love because He first loved us.”

I believe God is always with us through His Holy Spirit, even though we do not always acknowledge Him, He is with us loving us and seeking our love in return. He places special people in our lives who teach us about kindness and love. I can testify that many of these God-messengers have enriched my life.

One of these special people was a man I met when I first attended a new church. On one of my first visits to this church, I was greeted by an older man, a Marine with a flat-top haircut. Rich gave me a warm smile and a firm handshake as he welcomed me. He made an lasting impression on me.

I attended a men’s group meeting in the church and watched as Rich led the group. He often struggled for words; but I could always tell that he was passionate and caring in everything he did. He spoke honestly and sincerely from his heart.

I could feel my life changing as I was growing in my faith. Rich suggested I become involved more in the church and soon a speaking engagement was offered to me. I did not think I would be a very good speaker, but with encouragement from this man, I gave it my best.

The speaking opportunity led me to facilitate a small group of men in a bible study on Monday nights. Rich shared at the first meeting his thoughts on what he needed in a small group. He carefully and honestly explained, “I feel like I have been talked at all of my life, and now I need someone to talk with.” His words helped mold our discussion as the group continued to meet for several years. Thinking back I remember, Rich was always there, listening and encouraging me.

Often, we met for dinner and talked one-on-one sharing our concerns, life problems, and spiritual beliefs. He would encourage me and challenge me to take the needed steps in my life to move along on my spiritual journey. I would offer him simular encouragement and challenges as well. We were iron sharpening Iron (from Proverbs 27:17).

God called Rich home and I knew this special man God had placed in my life, will live forever through his unselfish love and words echoing in my mind. The story of how God taught me brotherly love through Rich is written on my heart. God wrote me into His story.  I miss Rich, my teacher, my brother and my friend.

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Hurricane Maria smashed into Puerto Rico in September of 2017 as a category 5. My wife and I prayed for God to show us what we could do to help the people of Puerto Rico. We donated to our local church but we wanted to do more. Day after day, we witnessed the devastation of the island on the local news. We saw people that lost family members, their homes, their jobs and much more. People were without food, water, shelter, medicine, electricity, and transportation. God placed it on our hearts, if you truly want to help, go to Puerto Rico.

My wife and I began to share our plans with our co-workers. We were encouraged when they offered to send their donations with us to spend on food for the islanders. My company even purchased us two sets of round trip airline tickets. My company also gave us the address of a place we could pick up donated supplies at no cost.

Our prayers were being answered although we were a little afraid of what we would see on the island. We had been there on vacation several times and we knew things would not look or be the same. There were so many concerns as we began to prepare for our mission.

When we arrived in San Juan, we picked up food, bottled water, batteries, and other supplies that my company had donated.  While we were driving to our destination, there were no traffic lights or signs and some landmarks were gone. Utility poles were down, wires and debris was scattered everywhere. Nothing could have prepared us for what we saw. Tears streamed down our face as we saw the wide range of destruction and the sadness on people’s faces as they waited in long lines at grocery stores.

After securing a place to stay, we spent the night unsure of how we would proceed the next day. As we woke up the next day, my wife said the Holy Spirit placed it on her heart to find a Catholic church to donate the food we had already picked up.
We spoke to several people and received directions for a church in the mountains. Arriving at the outdoor church, the Priest was surprised that we were bringing a car load of food for his church to distribute.

The next day we purchased more food and shopping bags. We divided crackers, can meat, rice, beans, and other canned foods. We drove through neighborhoods and stopped at the homes of the elderly and the handicapped. As we stopped to deliver food, people would talk to us about the moment the hurricane struck, and how it sounded like a monster destroying everything in it’s path. I believe by us sitting there listening to them was as much as a blessing as our donation of food! We were being blessed as well and was instantly reminded that the Holy Spirit was with us guiding us every step of the way.

We had visited a church in Puerto Rico when we were on vacation before. While we were there, we saw the church packing food to distribute to needy families. We remembered this and called them when we were planning our trip to the island. They said they could use the food and any help we could give them.

We stopped by a cash and carry grocery store and filled the SUV up with food again. We delivered the food to the church and helped the church unload a large truck full of supplies. We worked alongside about a dozen people unloading food, water, clothes, diapers, household products and dividing the goods into stacks to be picked up by other churches.

After we had finished, I saw a pastor working alone loading goods and food into his truck. I knew he only spoke Spanish, so I asked my wife to offer my assistance. He agreed, so I helped him pack his truck, trying to make use of every inch of space. Afterward, he hugged me and said something to me in Spanish. My wife translated what he said to me. He said, “One day, we will meet again in heaven. We will both speak the same language and I am going to thank you again.”

We completed our day by loading food and water in our SUV and visiting a tent city created by families that had lost their homes. The residents were truly grateful when they saw the food and fresh bed pillows we had brought them. As we were unloading, a little boy ran up to me and I reached in the car, pulled out a box of cereal and gave it to him. He excitedly said, “Gracias!” and ran to his mom to show her. My eyes teared up seeing the joy the boy exhibited over a simple box of cereal.

In 1 John 4:11-12, it is written, “Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.”

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One of my all-time favorite television shows was “Dennis the Menace.” Even as a little boy, I could relate to him. On the TV show, Dennis Mitchell had good intentions, but he always seemed to get into a jam that brought on some undesired results. Often, the next door neighbor became the victim of Dennis’ misfortunes.

Living in a small town, I was free to roam the neighborhood, as long as I looked both ways when I crossed the street. I believe the truth of the matter was I was told to stay in my own back yard, but I was hard to contain. I played in neighbor’s back yards, the woods, and a nearby field. I would dress similarly to Dennis Mitchell with a short sleeve cotton shirt and blue denim overalls.

A small stream ran through our backyard as well as our neighbor’s. Mom called it a “branch’, and my Dad called it a “drainage ditch”. I called it a “creek”. I can still hear Mom’s warnings not to play in the branch.

On the other side of the creek, we raised a small garden consisting of corn, tomatoes, and green beans. The stream was not very wide, and anyone could jump across with little effort. In our next door neighbor’s back yard, the creek ran a little deeper and wider. Our neighbor, Mr. Johns, had placed a board across the creek as a home-made bridge.

I loved fishing and wished that I could spend every day with a pole and a can of worms. I was always looking in that stream in hopes of seeing a fish. I would walk up and down the banks of that creek, eyes glued to that water looking for movement.


One day, I was in the next door neighbor’s back yard looking into the creek. I was squatting in the middle of the make-shift bridge, leaning over staring into the water. The water was very clear and deeper in that area. Suddenly I saw something in the water! Was it a fish? Something darted quickly through the water, entering a hole in the bottom of the creek. I became so excited that I leaned over too far, the board tipped, and I fell head first into the water! The next thing I knew, John had run from his home and fished me out of the water. Mom and dad also came running, but Mr. Johns had already caught me by my overall straps.

He laughed and said I needed to drip-dry for awhile as hung me by my overall straps on a nail in a nearby tree, several feet from the ground. Everyone including me laughed, but it really wasn’t that funny. I kicked my feet for several minutes until Mr. Johns took me down.

At a young age, I knew that God loved me and protected me from harm. Surely I experienced scrapes, scratches, and an occasional dunking. Trouble seemed to follow me wherever I traveled. God promises in Psalm 138:7 (NIV): “Though I walk in the Midst of trouble, you preserve my life; you stretch out your hand against the anger of my foes, with your right hand you save me,” and that promise is mine. I pray for and I am filled with His strength, love, and protection every day.”

My little accident did not stop me from looking for fish in the creek. Actually, I saw the water creature enter that hole again later that week. It was a frog!

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It was Summer vacation from high school, but it was my choice to take a few classes to get ahead. American literature was the hardest subject for me, so it was the natural choice to take before the next school year. I loved to read, but I wanted to read for enjoyment rather than be given an assigned reading.

​​​The summer school teacher, being a strict disciplinarian, was one of those teachers the kids feared. No one dared to make a sound during class without raising their hand. I liked her, even though I feared her.

The day came for me to give an oral book report in front of the class and I chose an autobiography of Dick Gregory, (An American comedian, civil rights activist, and writer from the 1960s).

​I got up before the class and began to tell the story of Dick Gregory’s life. I explained how he came from a poor family and how he wanted to make a better life for himself. I felt like I needed to emphasize my report, so I reached for a copy of his book, flipped through the pages and found a passage that I wanted to read to the class. It was one of my favorite parts.

​I selected the page where Dick Gregory was speaking to his mother after she had found him praying. I began to read to the class.

“Momma asked, what’s wrong, Richard? Why do you look so strange?”

Richard replied, “You wouldn’t understand, Momma.”

“I would, Richard, you tell me” assured Momma.

Richard said, “Well…I came out here to pray, Momma. Way out here so they (his brothers and sisters) wouldn’t hear me, and laugh at me, and call me a sissy. God is a good God, isn’t He, Momma?”

Momma replied softly, “Yes He is, Richard.”

Richard asked, Momma if I tell you something, would you laugh at me? Would you say I’m crazy? Would you say I was lying, Momma?”

Momma said, “What is it, Richard?”

Richard said, “I heard Him talk to me, Momma!”

After I was finished reading, my teacher started crying, and immediately left the room. The classroom was completely silent for a moment until one of my classmates whispered, “You did it now. You’re gonna get it!”

​While the teacher was out of the room, I reread that dialogue to myself, and I knew it had inspired me, but I didn’t understand her reaction. Was I really in trouble? Would I be kicked out of her class?

The teacher slowly walked back into the classroom, gripping a handful of tissues. She said, “You have touched my heart today. Thank you!” She again left the room crying.
​​​I had been moved by Dick Gregory sharing how he had turned to God at a young age. I had even shared his story with my family and friends. I never meant to upset my teacher, and it wasn’t until years later that I realized she had been moved too.

As I look back, what I actually received that day was a lesson in strength. In Isaiah 41:10 (NIV), it is written, “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

The Holy Spirit guided me to take a chance in spite of what may have been unpopular with my classmates. He empowered me to leave my fears behind, share a message that came from deep in my heart, not allowing it to be bound there, and letting it spring outward for everyone to hear.

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Jesus promises the Holy Spirit in John 14:16-17 (NIV) “And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another advocate to help you and be with you forever – the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you.”

Every since I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior, the Holy Spirit has been with me guiding me, prompting me, and speaking to me through my conscience. I write and share stories about times when I learned lessons from my life. I realized when I was allowing my own free will to guide me versus allowing God’s Holy Spirit to show me the way.

In this blog, I share stories describing how I learned to follow the guidance of the Holy Spirit with child-like faith. I hope and pray you will be blessed by my memories of these very special events and people.

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Have you ever thought about the difference between happiness and joy? I believe that joy is deeper and stronger than happiness. Joy is that confident assurance of God’s love and work in our lives, knowing he will always be there no matter what! Happiness depends on happenings, but joy depends in our faith in Jesus Christ.

Did I ever tell you about my little red wagon? Well, it was a Radio Flyer! It was a wonderful wagon that I would haul my G. I. Joes, baseball cards, and a old catchers mitt. One day I realized that I could pull that wagon with my bicycle. That put a whole new dimension on how I could carry my important stuff. I often imagined traveling around the world on my bike pulling my wagon. I had it all figured out, I would carry my old pup tent, my sleeping bag, and a ice chest full of sandwiches.

One day when I was older, I was working at my Dad’s gas station, and a man came in needing a wheel for his lawn mower. No store in town had a wheel that size. I thought about my wagon, I had abandoned years before and knew that the wheels were the perfect size. Wanting to be helpful, I gave two of my red wagon wheels to the man so he could repair his lawn mower. I did not realize the effect of what I was doing at that time. Later, my Dad asked what happened to my wagon wheels with a look of disappointment in his eyes. A flood of pain and regret came over me as I remembered the fun I had with the wagon in my life. How could I have given away a part of my favorite toy that my father had given to me?

I will never forget how sad that wagon looked without the two rear wheels. Or was it me that was sad because of the loss of my best toy. I was so broken hearted and disappointed at what I had done.

Today I look back at this event in my life, I am reminded of how Jesus responded to the rich man. “When Jesus heard this, he said to him, “You still lack one thing. Sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”

I realize it was alright for me to give my wagon wheels away. I believe it showed my heart and caring as a young man. Perhaps it was the Holy Spirit teaching me the joy of giving.

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Recently, during a hotel stay my day was unplanned. The front desk clerk informed me that the hotel provided bicycles for the guests to use on a first come, first serve basis. There was a town nearby where I could visit.

As I sat reading in my hotel room, I remembered the bicycles and decided to borrow one and ride to the town for lunch. Arriving in the town, I jumped off the bike and walked up and down both sides of the street. I stopped in a little restaurant and after lunch, I climbed back onto the bike.

Instead of turning left into the hotel parking lot, I kept going. It felt good riding the bike and it made me feel young again. It had been a long time since I had ridden a bicycle. As I took my hands off of the handlebars and pedaled faster, with the wind in my face it brought back memories of my childhood.

I drifted back into time, and I Imagined myself delivering newspapers again and riding with my friends. I fantasized that I was Ms. Gulch in the “Wizard of Oz” with “Toto” in a basket strapped onto the back of my bike. I was Elliott driving “ET” home traveling across the sky with the moon looming in the background. I was in the “Iron-man” competition racing to my next challenge. I was Timmy pedaling along on my bike with Lassie running alongside. For that moment, I was a child again.

Have you ever noticed when you study the life of Jesus, He never seems to be in a hurry. Many times, it is written in the Bible how he stopped to help someone on the way. I can’t prove what I’m about to suggest, but I imagine Jesus stopped to study a blade of grass. He felt its texture, enjoyed its color, and was amazed how it grew from the earth. He held a fish in his hands, studying its scales and its lidless eyes. So, what am I trying to say? I’m saying the Holy Spirit was reminding me slow down, rest, pray, and enjoy what God so freely gives me.

Maybe it’s time for me to think back to warm memories of being a child again, and revisit those old joys. In Matthew 18:2-4 (NIV), “He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”

I need to slow down and listen to the Holy Spirit speaking to me. He is reminding me to climb up onto the lap of Jesus with the faith of a little child, that still yearns to laugh, play, marvel, and trust. It’s amazing how God can teach me a lesson by riding an old borrowed bicycle.

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One of my all-time favorite television shows was “Dennis the Menace.” Even as a little boy, I could relate to him. On the TV show, Dennis Mitchell had good intentions, but he always seemed to get into a jam that brought on some undesired results. Often, the next door neighbor became the victim of Dennis’ misfortunes.

Living in a small town, I was free to roam the neighborhood, as long as I looked both ways when I crossed the street. I believe the truth of the matter was I was told to stay in my own back yard, but I was hard to contain. I played in neighbor’s back yards, the woods, and a nearby field. I would dress similarly to Dennis Mitchell with a short sleeve cotton shirt and blue denim overalls.

A small stream ran through our backyard as well as our neighbor’s. Mom called it a “branch’, and my Dad called it a “drainage ditch”. I called it a “creek”. I can still hear Mom’s warnings not to play in the branch.

On the other side of the creek, we raised a small garden consisting of corn, tomatoes, and green beans. The stream was not very wide, and anyone could jump across with little effort. In our next door neighbor’s back yard, the creek ran a little deeper and wider. Our neighbor, Mr. Johns, had placed a board across the creek as a home-made bridge.

I loved fishing and wished that I could spend every day with a pole and a can of worms. I was always looking in that stream in hopes of seeing a fish. I would walk up and down the banks of that creek, eyes glued to that water looking for movement.


One day, I was in the next door neighbor’s back yard looking into the creek. I was squatting in the middle of the make-shift bridge, leaning over staring into the water. The water was very clear and deeper in that area. Suddenly I saw something in the water! Was it a fish? Something darted quickly through the water, entering a hole in the bottom of the creek. I became so excited that I leaned over too far, the board tipped, and I fell head first into the water! The next thing I knew, John had run from his home and fished me out of the water. Mom and dad also came running, but Mr. Johns had already caught me by my overall straps.

He laughed and said I needed to drip-dry for awhile as hung me by my overall straps on a nail in a nearby tree, several feet from the ground. Everyone including me laughed, but it really wasn’t that funny. I kicked my feet for several minutes until Mr. Johns took me down.

At a young age, I knew that God loved me and protected me from harm. Surely I experienced scrapes, scratches, and an occasional dunking. Trouble seemed to follow me wherever I traveled. God promises in Psalm 138:7 (NIV): “Though I walk in the Midst of trouble, you preserve my life; you stretch out your hand against the anger of my foes, with your right hand you save me,” and that promise is mine. I pray for and I am filled with His strength, love, and protection every day.”

My little accident did not stop me from looking for fish in the creek. Actually, I saw the water creature enter that hole again later that week. It was a frog!

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It was Summer vacation from high school, but it was my choice to take a few classes to get ahead. American literature was the hardest subject for me, so it was the natural choice to take before the next school year. I loved to read, but I wanted to read for enjoyment rather than be given an assigned reading.

​​​The summer school teacher, being a strict disciplinarian, was one of those teachers the kids feared. No one dared to make a sound during class without raising their hand. I liked her, even though I feared her.

The day came for me to give an oral book report in front of the class and I chose an autobiography of Dick Gregory, (An American comedian, civil rights activist, and writer from the 1960s).

​I got up before the class and began to tell the story of Dick Gregory’s life. I explained how he came from a poor family and how he wanted to make a better life for himself. I felt like I needed to emphasize my report, so I reached for a copy of his book, flipped through the pages and found a passage that I wanted to read to the class. It was one of my favorite parts.

​I selected the page where Dick Gregory was speaking to his mother after she had found him praying. I began to read to the class.

“Momma asked, what’s wrong, Richard? Why do you look so strange?”

Richard replied, “You wouldn’t understand, Momma.”

“I would, Richard, you tell me” assured Momma.

Richard said, “Well…I came out here to pray, Momma. Way out here so they (his brothers and sisters) wouldn’t hear me, and laugh at me, and call me a sissy. God is a good God, isn’t He, Momma?”

Momma replied softly, “Yes He is, Richard.”

Richard asked, Momma if I tell you something, would you laugh at me? Would you say I’m crazy? Would you say I was lying, Momma?”

Momma said, “What is it, Richard?”

Richard said, “I heard Him talk to me, Momma!”

After I was finished reading, my teacher started crying, and immediately left the room. The classroom was completely silent for a moment until one of my classmates whispered, “You did it now. You’re gonna get it!”

​While the teacher was out of the room, I reread that dialogue to myself, and I knew it had inspired me, but I didn’t understand her reaction. Was I really in trouble? Would I be kicked out of her class?

The teacher slowly walked back into the classroom, gripping a handful of tissues. She said, “You have touched my heart today. Thank you!” She again left the room crying.
​​​I had been moved by Dick Gregory sharing how he had turned to God at a young age. I had even shared his story with my family and friends. I never meant to upset my teacher, and it wasn’t until years later that I realized she had been moved too.

As I look back, what I actually received that day was a lesson in strength. In Isaiah 41:10 (NIV), it is written, “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

The Holy Spirit guided me to take a chance in spite of what may have been unpopular with my classmates. He empowered me to leave my fears behind, share a message that came from deep in my heart, not allowing it to be bound there, and letting it spring outward for everyone to hear.

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Jesus promises the Holy Spirit in John 14:16-17 (NIV) “And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another advocate to help you and be with you forever – the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you.”

Every since I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior, the Holy Spirit has been with me guiding me, prompting me, and speaking to me through my conscience. I write and share stories about times when I learned lessons from my life. I realized when I was allowing my own free will to guide me versus allowing God’s Holy Spirit to show me the way.

In this blog, I share stories describing how I learned to follow the guidance of the Holy Spirit with child-like faith. I hope and pray you will be blessed by my memories of these very special events and people.

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