Bless Your Heart's

Karen was about ten so that would have made me eight year old when Daddy decide to take us to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. We lived in Jackson, Michigan, so that was quite a trek for us in those days. There were no interstate highways as we know them; only State Highways...two lane...narrow two lane highways. As we traveled we would read all the signs painted on barns, like "Get right with God," or "Jesus is coming ARE YOU READY?" and then there were the Burma Shave signs along the way that would  say,                                                          If your peach Stays out of reach Better practice What you preach  Burma Shave We loved watching for these signs tha...

    Prayer Meetings by Madelyn Shields  Daddy was a preacher and a pray-er. Daddy could preach the fear of God into you, but his praying was thunderous. One would think that God was going to strike with lightening if you even moved wrong.      When that praying spirit hit Daddy, it hit the whole house. ! Like I said, the whole house prayed . Daddy would call us all to the living room and say, "We  NEED to pray !" So, pray, we did.  "Here, let's all kneel,"  and we would all find a spot to pray. Mother at an easy chair, Daddy at the couch, and Karen and I right beside him. Keep in mind, there was no time limit. No five minutes, 30 minutes, no , we did  not pray by the clock! We prayed until Daddy felt like he had moved heaven and earth! Karen and I were very small; didn't matter. We stayed on our knees...We would start praying and calling on God with fervency. But a minute into the "prayer meeting," I wa...