Poetry by Pam

My grandson recently threw in his opinion about whether he should eat McDonalds or dinner that I made. He wasn't actually given a choice. We allowed him to vocalize his wishes; however, knowing that a home-cooked meal will always win over McDonalds especially when hunger is at stake and they have to depend on your willingness to drive and pay for the meal. Like I stated earlier, he didn't really have a choice. After he finished doing what he needed to do to before coming to the realization that either he wasn't going to win or that hunger was going to over take him. He ate. I'm happy to report that the food was so good that he wanted seconds and he even requested a third plate for later consumption (not wanting to chance that the food would be gone). In giving God the respect that he deserves, we offer that God knows what is best. Although we may be just as persistent, we do not go unheard. But when God says no there is good reason. God may just be trying to g

The death of my daughter's father brought several thoughts into the forefront of my mind. It's hard to believe that twenty-five years ago we were welcoming our child. It seems odd that he left this earth so soon. We spent those same twenty-five years seeing as little of each other as we could. It became apparent that the only thing we wanted to have in common was our love for our daughter. The thought I struggled with the most was his soul. In the time we spent growing apart, I spent that time growing closer to God. I wrote the book Repent: And Give God the Respect He Deserves because many people think that they may have plenty time to do everything but build a relationship with God. Therefore I wanted to reiterate the importance of repentance.