Hold onto love. Never let it go.

His love is the highest, the fullest for the soul.

 

Jesus is my friend, I’ll say it again,

He’s been so sweet to me.

The only time that life made sense,

When He gave innocence and clarity.

 

Smug, I sat when all went well,

Although young I was so mature.

Age brought heartbreak, the risk of love,

Now I only know one thing for sure.

 

No matter how I fail Him,

Or how far I wander away,

Even though I don’t produce much

Or say what I should say,

 

Though I don’t bring much behind the shield,

I hold in front of my face,

I’m trusting Him to keep me,

All good gifts come down from His grace.

 

Now be a child again, and run and play.

When night is past joy will stay.

 

 

… In my next offering! This is just a fun, smaller project which I was able to share with my extremely talented artist daughter, and a good friend of mine, who contributed one article.

I wrote most of the content, and I found some of the vintage photos from royalty free sources.

 

Here’s a small sample of Chantiki’s advice column:

I’ve had a lot of fun writing a 1-off magazine! And, working with Meribeth while she did the design and the layout, I got to have MORE fun hanging out with my grandbaby Gladys!

Here’s a photo of Meribeth, Gladys and my grandbaby Astraea, at the library where they live.

Thank you, Lord, for my many blessings!