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    In Sunday school, we’ve been talking about the Fruit of the Spirit.  And I remember as a young mother with small children how much I lacked the fruit of longsuffering.  Since that time I have learned that when a believer is walking in the Spirit, they have all the fruit.  So you either have the fruit or you don’t.  You don’t have the love today and tomorrow you start developing…

  • Our Attitudes Reflect Our Devotion Time

    This Sunday, Floyd and I will be celebrating our 35th wedding anniversary.  When we got married, we agreed that divorce was not an option, and if we ran into marital challenges that we would take them to the Lord and let Him help us work them out. And in those 35 years, we’ve faced quite a few challenges – from raising a mentally handicapped daughter to extended periods of separation…

  • The Goodness of the Lord

    Without a doubt, God is good.  Now, I know that not everyone recognizes His goodness.  When bad things happen to us, we want to blame someone, and if it’s not obvious that another person caused our misfortune – say, a tornado hit our house – then we automatically blame God.  We know that God is omnipotent.  That means that He has the power to prevent such a tragedy, and He…

  • Trusting God’s Decisions

    When I enlisted in the United States Air Force, I was attending Long Beach State University.  Wanting to complete that semester of school, I enlisted in the DEP (Delayed Enlistment Program) program.  So I signed the enlistment paperwork in November, but I didn’t report for active duty until January.  Although I majored in journalism at the university, I was reluctant to ask the Air Force to guarantee me a job…

  • Keep Your Eye on the Dot

    My eyesight is not real good.  Even with glasses, it’s not corrected to 20/20.  I’m near-sighted.  I have an astigmatism.  I have no depth perception.  To make matters worse, I grew up with double vision.  Of course, I didn’t know that wasn’t normal.  So I didn’t ask about it until I was almost an adult.  At age 17, I asked my mother about it. “Mom, is it normal to see…