I’ve shared these before … but they are timeless. This version is from Dan Brodeck.
Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah’s Ark:
Don’t miss the boat.
Remember we are all in the same boat!
Plan ahead. It wasn’t raining when Noah built the Ark.
Stay fit. When you’re 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
Don’t listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
Build your future on high ground.
For safety’s sake, travel in pairs.
Speed isn’t always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
When you’re stressed, float awhile.
Remember, the ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
No matter the storm, when you are with God, there’s always a rainbow waiting.
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Love is when the other person’s happiness is more important than your own. — H. Jackson Brown Jr.
But, there is one thing that can be believed without doubt, and that is the death and resurrection of Jesus. Your status as a redeemed child of God hinges on that very fact.
Scott has been suffering with liver disease for several years and has had cancer of the liver. Recently he had to have exploratory surgery to visually see if the cancer was completely gone and it is. He was put on the liver donor list and is very near the top, but developed a fever and ended up at the Cleveland Clinic where he has been treated for his problems. After a CAT scan they determined he had an infection in the incision from the surgery where they removed the scab on the incision. They have cleaned everything and put him on two antibiotics until things clear. He is hoping everything will clear up and he will be able to remain on the donor list. Please keep him and his family in your prayers.
We come to You, Lord, because prayer is the least yet the greatest thing we can do for each other. When two or more are gathered in 
With the prompt still fresh in my mind and a plate full of apple pancakes and sausage patties in my belly, when I drifted off to sleep last night I was taken back to my younger days. More specifically, I was taken back to an amusement park. I can’t describe where it was or when it was, but the collateral visions — attire — place it in the early 60s and the attractions were certainly vintage. It was all quite vivid, as many of my dreams are … especially after sausage.
If I had been allowed to look into a crystal future ball way back when, I never would have envisioned the life we led, the adventures we took, the blessings we were given — even amid the trials. Of course, the biggest trial was Karen’s illness that eventually led to her death shortly after our 40th anniversary.
For 40 years we laughed together, cried together, truly enjoyed each other’s company {okay, most days}, shared our accomplishments and disappointments, moved and moved and moved and moved, raised five beautiful children, were blessed with 18 grandchildren and three great-granddaughters. It was quite a ride from naive teenagers {I actually was 21 and Karen 20 when we tied the knot} to learning the intricacies of life and relationships to bonding more strongly day by day to being there for each other for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. And we sealed it with “from this day forward until death do us part.”
I think I’ve adjusted from being suddenly single over the past few years. I don’t like it, but I’ve adjusted. My biggest regret over the last 11 years has not been the loneliness {although that is VERY real}, but the fact Karen isn’t here sharing this season of life with me. This was supposed to be our time. WE were going to retire to Maine. WE were going to watch our family grow. WE were going to spoil the grandkids. WE were going to welcome our great-grandchildren. WE were going to travel. WE. WE. WE.
We had something special. No, we had 40 years of something special. We didn’t agree on everything, but we agreed on the important things. And there was nothing more important to each of us than each other. We always had each other’s back.
Turnabout 
It isn’t something I necessarily want to do, but escalating expenses and stagnant income played a key role in the decision. My living expenses budget line kept creeping up and taking from my living life budget line.
Which segues us to My Name Is Sam … and Heaven Is Still Shining Through. I’ve had some e-book problems with the cover and, quite honestly, it has not gained the traction I thought it would. So, I decided to switch platforms. I have taken down the independently published listing off Amazon and have replaced it under the Higher Ground Books & Media plate.
A praise. Ruth was successfully treated for a malignant tumor on her pancreas.
The Light 