Today, I’d like to spotlight a ministry local to my area: the Huntsville Pregnancy Resource Center. This organization offers free pregnancy testing and ultrasounds as well as pregnancy support, parenting classes, free baby supplies for attending classes, information about abortions, adoption options, and post-abortion counseling. Through their love and support of women who may be facing unexpected pregnancies, they share the “Truth of Life” no matter what decision parents make. They not only have programs and resources for expectant mothers, but fathers as well, offering classes and counseling. They “bring awareness, raise support, and unite our community for life” (huntsvilleprc.org).
Thank you, God, for this day. Please bless it to Your name, I pray. Please bless my mind and bless my eyes That I may learn and become wise. Please bless my heart, that I obey, So I can learn a lot today.
There’s a fire, fire fire, There’s a fire in my heart today. It’s gonna burn, burn, burn, It’s gonna burn all the trash away. They’ll be a pile, pile, pile, A big old pile I’m pulling out. You’ll see it burn, burn, burn, See it burning all about.
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Jesus died not for angels Nor zebras nor the crane. He died not for marsupials Nor tigers just the same. He wasn’t born a monkey Or any other beast, Though He’s called the Lion of Judah The Lamb of God, our peace. He was born a man, a gift to men, Offered to none before. What an honor life becomes To know and love Him more.
A house divided cannot stand. It’s like a castle in the sand. It’s like a palace on the shore With a storm coming to its door. A house divided cannot live. It won’t repent and won’t forgive. It sharpens swords that it has made Against itself, which blunts its blade.
Come and sing God a new song. Come worship! Come join the throng. Let’s dance like David in the street And touch the lives of all we meet. Come, let us climb the mountain peak To shout His name. Come mild and meek!
This is a poem about what death is to believers by a friend and mentor who has preceded me in glory. May God bless what she did with her life and what she leaves behind.
A poem titled "Remembrance" by my great grandmother Florette Kilgore Haguewood, a voice from the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries, a mysterious echo from the past of sadness and hope in the midst of sorrow.