A little while ago a friend experienced the loss of their pet and made the statement that it shouldn’t hurt that much because they are just animals. Growing up we were taught the same with our farm animals for they may end up as our meal. It is my opinion that God in His graciousness provided animals for three reasons food, foes, and friends.

We have cows and goats that provide our daily supply of milk, cheese, yogurt, butter, etc. We have chickens for eggs and sturgeon for caviar. America is blessed and rich with farm animals and wild game to fulfill our carnivorous needs.

Animals as foes are a result of the fall of man for Eden was perfect in the beginning. Though many think man’s labor (work) is the result of the fall Adam had the task of tending the garden before the fall: Genesis 2:15

And the Lord God took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it. He used bears to punish wayward youth troubling His prophet Elijah. God granted a donkey speech in Numbers 22 to chasten one going against His will. The belly of a great fish was the confinement of a rebellious prophet.

It is the third point of animals given as our friends on which I want to focus. Shortly after we were married my wife’s son’s Dalmatian passed from kidney failure. Soon after she asked if we could get a family dog and I quickly agreed for we had dogs growing up. My wife had picked out a dog i the newspaper at the shelter and we went to adopt it. When we arrived at the rescue center that dog would not give us the time of day. The dogs in the next kennel were begging for attention so the attendant opened the gate and before he could catch her a beautiful golden retriever and Irish setter mix ran out and sat down by me and laid her head on my leg as to say you are my new family. We named her Sadie she remained our loyal and playful companion for the next eight years.

Three to four years ago my wife and I had to put our faithful companion Sadie to sleep for the pain of her cancer had ravished her body to the point of misery. My wife knew what we had to do but could not bare the thought of being there when it would happen. We notified our vet and then loaded Sadie in our Pilot and my wife wept and said her good byes. When I arrived the vet techs had the stretcher ready and our vet asked if I would like to sit with her until the end. I had promised my wife I would stay with Sadie to the very end and she would not depart alone; after all I had seen many animals put down on the farm so I could handle this. I held and rubbed her and just before she drew her last breath she looked up at me with her big eyes as to say it is okay I am not hurting any more and she closed her eyes and with a sigh drew her last breath. I broke out in tears that I didn’t expect for my wife had taught me to love Sadie more as family member than a dog and I just lost a family member.

My wife and I truly grieved and mourned the loss of Sadie. Her absence left a real void now that we were empty nesters. We waited a couple of years before considering having another dog because it was like we were replacing a family member. But copped with losing our granddaughter in a boating accident the quietness of my traveling resonated throughout our home. Again we searched for a rescue and the first group my wife reached to said we did not qualify to adopt. She had heard of and reached out to Critical Care for Animal Angels and the one we wanted was adopted just before we could get to it. Then the CCAA foster parents of a rescued chihuahua, named Shiloh, brought him to our home for us to consider. I was very hesitant of a chihuahua but said I would at least look at him. He was nervous and they sat with us to see how he would do and though nervous he did well with us.They left and we are off to PetSmart to equip our new family member with his needs.

Shiloh has received dental care and has his one medical insurance based on lessons learned from the past. I grew up learning that animals were to stay outside but Shiloh quickly invaded our hearts and our homes. It has been just over six months and Shiloh has found a home in our house and more so in our hearts. The Lord was gracious in knowing that we needed him and he needed us. In Hebrew the meaning of the name Shiloh is: The one to whom it belongs. We are his family and he is ours. He whines when we leave for work and leaps when I and/or my wife return. He has a wardrobe, car seat, and a love for his new home to the point he starts whining and jumping in his car seat when we turn into our subdivision as to say, “We’re Home!”

I leave you with this thought: “When you adopt a rescue you know you are saving a life but the real question is ‘Who is really rescuing who?” If you find a void in your home and your heart adopt a new friend for it is amazing how the love of a pet can comfort you and bring joy to your life..


The Unworthy Lamb

When you were young did you have a life goal, or a course planned for your life? If so, has it been derailed by life? For many it has been derailed by bad choices they made or circumstances beyond their control. Some give up on their vision all together and live life in a dismal world the rest of their lives while others regroup and find a new direction to obtain their goal or they find a new direction. No matter what direction you take if your goal in not in alignment with the will of God your journey is bound to derail at some point.

When I graduated high school I fell in love with a young lady I came to know through acquaintance with other family members. After we dated a while I proposed and she accepted. During the engagement I realized we often had different road maps for our future and I felt the Lord was leading me to break off the engagement before it was too late. When I shared my feelings there were tears and fears: her tears over me wanting to call off the engagement and my fears of no one else ever loving me for I was the guy that had plenty of “girl friends” but no dates in high school. After we talked awhile, we kissed and the wedding was back on.

We were married and though young and inexperienced at being a husband I had taken my vows vert seriously and with no regrets. I did all I knew to love, take care of, and provide for her. The highlight of our marriage was the birth of our beautiful daughter who was and still is to a degree today a “Daddy’s girl”. I loved doing things as a family and hanging out with our friends like most young couples do. Being called to the ministry I begin Bible College in our early years and we served together in various areas.

Though we had our trials life, at least to me, seemed good. She developed a major reflux issue causing her to loose sleep or suffer fierce heartburn. I did all I could to care for her until later when she had surgery and began to improve. She got a job as a cosmetologist and worked in several locations. Unfortunately, like many I was unaware that the our marriage in the midst of all this had begin to fray and unravel like a worn rope. When she first mentioned a separation I was flabbergasted and tried to figure out what I had done wrong and how to fix it. I would go in the bathroom and pray and weep for God to help me fix it. It was not long after that we separated and later divorced.

I grieved vehemently for weeks but had to pull myself together for my daughter and my sanity’s sake. I determined not to date until the door for her return was closed by one of us dying or her marrying another. During this time I gave myself to prayer, Bible study, returned to Bible College to continue to prepare waiting for God to restore my family and us go forward.

One week after I had walked my sister down the aisle of her wedding and she and my brother-in-law were sharing the house we grew up in. They were unaware I had went for walk for my heart longed for my family to the point I knelt in the street in front of the house and looked up into the sky with tear-filled eyes and with quivering lips whispered “God, you know how my heart is rent into and I cannot bear the pain, help me please,” I remained there weeping until a storm come up.

That night had been my darkest day. My sister and her husband had went to our favorite hot wings cafe and picked up dinner. They called for me to come and eat so I pulled myself up and wiped my face and went in to eat. During dinner my brother-in-law’s ring had slipped off of his finger. When they noticed they looked high and low in the furniture and the trash. He has carried some trash out to the big can by the house and had come in and they both sat distraught trying to figure out where it could be. Something inside said go check the HerbyCurby trash can. I grabbed my mag lite from my truck and laid my hands on the trash can and prayed, “Lord, tonight I have shared my pain with you but now I sharing my sister and her husband’s pain and asking if the ring is in this trash can please guide my fingers to it. I lifted the lid and the first napkin I withdrew and unfolded had the ring in it. I wiped it and held it up in the porch light and reflected on the meaning of the wedding ring and it was as Heaven opened to me that night like never before and God whispered to me, “Wally, just like this circle has no end there is no end to my love for you. I will love you when no one else will.” I have never been the same since that night. I know I have a friend that is with me all the time and He has answered prayer after prayer and provided me peace in the midst of turmoil. I am the only person I know who can get renewed on a down day when I glance out the window at the trash can on the street.

As you guessed, my first love never returned and married another. Someone said I guess God didn’t answer your prayers but I responded He heard but He doesn’t force us to do anything: we all have a free will. I remained single and worked and was in my junior year of Bible College when because of a job change I was relocated and unable to continue. Many asked me why Bible College since the divorce knocked me out of the ministry. I told people God isn’t done yet. It was my relocation that the Lord used to bring my soulmate and present blessing into my life and we just celebrated our fifteenth anniversary on New Year’s Day. She is my encouragement to write and my special blessing that God uses to show me How great He is.

Like a sacrificial lamb must be perfect and without blemish to be used for the atonement pastors and deacons are to be the husband of one wife and have a reputation of holy living. A rejected Lamb may have a blemish like a deformity or injury that has rendered it unfit for the ultimate sacrifice but it can still provide milk for nourishment, warmth through its wool, and in its appointed time meat for the table. Many have asked why I am not in full time ministry but the fact is I thought I was. Yes, I know that they were referring to pastoring but I serve a God of second chances. Imagine if God killed or discarded King David we would have missed out on the Psalms of repentance that demonstrate the joy found in forgiveness.I serve a God of restoration.

My ministry today is in my family, the pest control industry, my Sunday School, and my writing. I know several have different views of the husband of one wife but I must follow my convictions of their was no allegations made in the rules just as the Ten Commandments were not suggestions. I can still preach/speak the Word of God when the opportunities arise but not pastor a church. I have the opportunity to reach people that might never darken the door step of a Church. Don’t let the words of other defeat you and keep you down turn to my Heavenly Father for comfort and restoration for His arm is not short that He cannot save.

Romans 8:28 KJV

[28] And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

Lamentations 3:21-25 KJV

[21] This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. [22] It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. [23] They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. [24] The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. [25] The Lord is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.

Life Happens

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Amelia Spring Whitlock: 12/21/07 -01/16/17

It was the third Sunday one year ago today (01/15/17) that I received the most devastating call of my life. It was about 5:50 AM I just finished reading my Bible and meditating before getting ready for church. I was printing my Sunday School notes for our lesson that day which was, “When Sorrows Come” when my daughter called. As a parent you can feel and hear their pain as if it were your own, I could hear hysteria in her voice and all of a sudden she said “Daddy, I need your strength”. Shocked by her tone I asked what do you mean? She informed me Amelia, my nine-year old granddaughter, had been cast out of their boat after something had jarred the boat and Charlie her father fell out of the boat not realizing until later the one thing he had grasped to try to hang on to was the throttle which broke off propelling the boat at full speed into a spin. Her father made several attempts to get to her to no avail before nearly succumbing to exhaustion produced by  treading water fully clothed in utter darkness and frigid waters. We talk about PTSD for soldiers and police, but what about father who can see his child in danger but is immobilized by the frigid water in the early morn of January. She and her father were returning to the shore to come home from night fishing which they loved to do together.

I fell to my knees in disbelief and with tear-filled eyes uttered a prayer for help. I then shook my wife quickly and said I’m headed to the lake and she said what’s the matter,  I shared what I knew, we called our son and his wife as we were expecting to join the search when we arrived and knew they would want to be there as well. We went by and picked up our son and daughter-in-law and then we were off.

When we arrived at Turtle Cove on Lake Jackson it looked like the set from a movie scene with DNR, Search & Rescue, Ambulances, and the police. My daughter came and clung to me in a mental state of disbelief, terror, and hope that Amelia would be found alive on the shore somewhere that hadn’t been searched. She then informed the entourage of law enforcement that Daddy was in charge and to communicate and coordinate everything through him. The next few hours were filled with investigators questioning my daughter and her husband because it involved a missing child. Georgia DNR Law Enforcement had led jurisdiction due to it being a boating incident. There was anger and disbelief in the hearts of my daughter and son-in-law that they would be questioned like that at a time like this. I had to console and help them understand that it is simply the required process and their cooperation would make things go smoother.

After the morning fog lifted a helicopter was brought in and search boats were on the water. Minutes seemed like hours and hours seemed like days as we watched them search. My family and I have a high appreciation for all of the law enforcement, fire departments, search and rescue teams, and the Georgia DNR for their diligence and compassion in a most devastating time. Though they had to separate themselves to accomplish their duties you would see an occasional tear as they felt the pain of parents and grandparents as most were parents or grandparents themselves. After a four-hour search and given the temperature and Amelia’s body weight our hearts sank as they informed me their mission was now transformed to recovery mode. I gathered everyone around my daughter and son-in-law and we prayed out loud for the rescue and search teams to hear thanking God for them and asking His protection and guidance on them that this ordeal might come to a close quickly.

My family and I cannot begin to express our gratitude to the Turtle Cove Community and several of the surrounding churches for their compassion, their generosity, and their embrace of our family during this tragic ordeal. I wish I could name them all but I would be remiss to leave someone out. Families opened their homes throughout the night to provide facilities, made us coffee, brought us food, setup canopies on the shore for us to sit under, brought blankets to warm us, and most of all adopted us for a few days and embraced our family as one of their own enduring the tragedy.

My daughter and our family were protected from the media and outsiders without compassion by a team of gentlemen who also served as pallbearers for Amelia and I grew to love like sons. Everyone was calling me Pops, including a number of fire and rescue by the end of our tragic week. These gentlemen served as companions and bodyguards to allow the family to deal with everything else. I would be remiss in leaving someone out but they all know who they were and even now when our paths cross we share a firm handshake or embrace of appreciation for each other.

My daughter came to me and asked if I would conduct and be in charge of Amelia’s funeral for she felt only someone who really loved her and knew her could do her justice. I accepted the challenge with honor and trembling for fear of failing my daughter, my family, and my Lord. As night fell Sunday night no one had the heart to leave so we all bedded down in our cars the best we could to stay out of the frigid winter air coming across the lake at night. To say we slept would be a stretch of the imagination as hearts were shattered and bodies exhausted. Throughout the night you would hear everyone crank their vehicles to knock the chill down or their doors open and close as they would stare at the dim moon beams through the clouds over the lake and though we all were aching we couldn’t even begin to fathom what my daughter and son-in-law were going through.

Monday morning at daybreak and army of search and recovery specialist combed the lake with boats and the shores with dogs. We were glued to the scene and would jump up and stare anxiously every time we saw one of them stop and circle an area. We formed circles and prayed for them several times throughout the day for God’s protection and providence in this ordeal. As the hours passed it seemed like an eternity and it wore on everyone even more without any real rest from the day before. As the sun begin to set the DNR captain came to me and recommended I persuade the family to go home for the night to shower and rest the best they could and he would call me if there was any changes. I spoke with the family and we decided to leave a few at the lake at all times and take shifts. Everyone left between five to six to try to rest and refresh.

My wife and I had no more made it home and undressed to rest a bit for we had the 6:00 AM shift when the DNR captain called and said Mr. Holden, we have recovered the body, please gather the family and meet us at the lake for us to make the official announcement. I called everyone and we got back to the to the lake just before 8:00 PM. With the family all gathered around they came to us and made the announcement that they had recovered Amelia’s body and she was on the way to the GBI crime lab due to it being an accident involving a child on the water. There was a moment of wailing as the news penetrated our hearts and then my daughter strengthened herself and lifted her hands toward heaven and began with a tearful voice to sing Amazing Grace and within seconds all joined in and lifted their hands and sang the entire song. After the song we banded together and I lifted my voice in prayer praising God for the precious nine years that He shared His precious jewel Amelia with us to brighten our lives and I thanked Him for every person who had a part in assisting our family in the search or through their provisions and asking strength for the week ahead as we prepare to lay Amelia’s body to rest.

That night we departed and most collapsed in their beds from exhaustion of more than 36 hours on the lake shore. Now that my wife and I were back home I begin to think of the message for the funeral plus my daughter wanted a video of Amelia’s life for the funeral. Everyone wanted to know how I could be so strong through this and it was because I would weep and pray at home so I could stand in public when my daughter needed me. As I would look through the photos and videos to create the videos for Amelia’s funeral I would ball like a baby realizing there would be no more summers of her swimming in our pool, no more of her games for me to photograph, as well as many other things I would miss out on.

The next morning I woke early to work on the video and my messages for the funeral. I called the DNR to get a timeline of he release of Amelia’s body to the funeral home and then I made the appointment with the funeral home to come in and make arrangements and sign the documents for them to receive Amelia’s body when it was ready. We met my daughter and son-in-law at the funeral home to aid them through the process and as I have done funerals in the past work on the order of the service. My family and I are thankful for the staff at Cannon-Cleveland Funeral Directors in McDonough, Georgia for their compassion and assistance in multiple ways. I had hoped to one day help pick out a car for my granddaughter and never imagined I would be helping select a casket for our baby princess.

Tuesday evening was an awesome event in honor of Amelia. Someone posted on Facebook that they were planning on holding a candlelight vigil for Amelia but no one could find who was organizing it; therefore my wife and I went and purchased a ton of candles and a small karaoke machine for my daughter wanted some of Amelia’s songs played and I planned a service if no one showed up with one. The family,Pastor Greg Howell of Pine Grove Baptist Church, my wife and I all stood on the pier over the lake looking back at the shore at the multitudes of people. Some of the fire and rescue team showed up to assist with crowd control as an estimation of more than thousand people lined the shore. We sang, shared memories and gratitude for Amelia and for all that were supporting us during this time. I shared a few verses of Scripture and a brief message of hope and comfort that we would see Amelia again. We floated pink carnations in the lake, released pink balloons and Chinese sky lanterns over the lake in memory of Amelia.

The funeral home received Amelia’s body on Thursday and they were able to prep it for viewing on Friday for a Saturday funeral. I was amazed at the flowers and the number of people who turned out Friday night for the viewing. The number of people who turned out for Amelia’s funerals on Saturday was mind-blowing: for we filled the largest chapel, the foyer, and the halls. People even stood around the chapel for the service and some who could not get in waited outside to share their condolences. The funeral was non-traditional with it being a child’s funeral and there were many of her classes and friends in attendance so all were dressed in jeans and jersey’s and the hearse was a monster truck owned by a friend of the family.

I had my daughter’s pastor, also my former pastor and friend,Rev. Greg Howell of Pine Grove Baptist Church in Stockbridge, Georgia to assist and serve as my back-up in case I was unable to make it through the funeral. I felt I messed up the service that day but I had to share what I felt the Lord wanted me to share and I preached on Job. I have always been impressed how Job lost his family, his health, and his wealth but still fell down and worshipped God. Job knew that all he ever had and all that he ever was by the graciousness of a Loving God. One of Job’s most significant expressions is found in Job 13:15 were he states, “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.” As a result of his faithfulness God restored unto Job more than he ever had before and the daughters that were born unto him after his great trial were the fairest ever on earth.

After the service the pallbearers loaded Amelia’s body and the precession begin. I could not believe how long the precession was and when we got to I-75 N they had blocked the highway and the exits for the precession. Officers and people who had been following the incident on the news and social media stood by their vehicles to wave as we went by. We arrived at the gravesite and Pastor Howell said a few words and prayed for the family followed by my daughter’s childhood friend and best friend singing Amazing grace while Amelia’s ball team, the “Ola Ice”, released pink balloons in honor of her. In honor of “Firecracker Amelia” with jersey #1 Field three at the Ola Ball Fields has been named after her and bears a plaque with her name.

After the service many asked how was I able to preach my own granddaughter’s funeral? All I can say is like the Apostle Paul I was only strong because of my weakness – 2 Corinthians 12:9-10  “9. And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 10.Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.” In order to know strength one must know God. One of my favorite chapters in the Bible that I turn to in trials [my spiritual first aid kit] and that is Philippians 4. The entire chapter is filled with wisdom and encouragement from Paul who was under house arrest in Rome. In Philippians 4:13 “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”

As I look back over the past year it has been both one I do not want to repeat but it is one that has changed my life in many ways. It has give me the courage to take up the writing that I often wanted to do but didn’t know if anyone would be interested. This tragedy has fostered new friendships and was just one of the seeds that helped foster the Hands United Foundation providing the Giving Hope Fund to families of the Georgia Pest Control Association in times of catastrophic life changing events. Parents and grandparents reading this hug your child today and tell them you love them for you may not get tomorrow because life happens.

Thank you all for your support this past year and may you all have a blessed day.

James 1:17  Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.



Many today are reflecting over their failures and victories of 2017: failed resolutions from last New Year’s Day and missed opportunities throughout the year; as well as, the victories like weight lost, new job, promotions, new love, new ventures, and etcetera. Many wish they could wind the clock backwards to regain lost opportunities or erase a tragic event but time is one of life’s precious jewels that once lost can never be regained no matter how youthful we may make ourselves look we still are one day older and one day closer to eternity.
Rather than remorse over what we cannot change we need to reflect on only the failures and losses and determine what actions or omissions contributed to them and refresh and restart 2018 with a renewed outlook of what God has in store for me this year.

Our loving Lord through His Apostle Paul provides us with the best New Year’s advise that could be given in Philippians 3:13-14: 13 Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, 14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. For my daughter I know she can’t begin to imagine how she can put behind her losing our Amelia, her precious little girl and my granddaughter which has left a gaping hole in our hearts in 2017 but the Apostle Paul gives us the formula to make 2018 great.

First, Paul has given us our goal: Philippians 3:14 “14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.” Secondly, in the next chapter, Philippians 4, he has provided the plan and directions for successful completion:
Philippians 4:4 “Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.” To rejoice means to gladden; to feel joy or great delight. Paul not only told us to rejoice but he repeated it to reiterate the point and show its importance. The devil wants to keep you depressed and defeated for you are more vulnerable and less effective for the Lord. To rejoice in trials is an intentional action requiring cognitive reflection on the day the Lord saved you and His many blessings and deliverances of the past. Joy is often confused with happiness but real Christian joy is complete confidence God is in control of every situation in my life and there is nothing that can happen without His approval. [Need proof? Read the Book of Job of how God allowed Satan to buffet Job for no cause of his own and he lost all of his possessions, his health, all of his children, and was left only his wife and his faith. One of the greatest statements of faith is found in Job 13:15 “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.”]
Philippians 4:6-7 “6Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. 7And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” There is a quote that I have heard many times “If you are going to worry, why pray? If you are going to pray, why worry? Paul reminds us to worry about nothing but prays about it with thanksgiving for past blessing and those to come. Give your burdens and share your requests with God and He will provide you with a peace no one could understand. Be prayer ready at every need: My Lord has used my daughter Mandy from her very conception as one of His greatest instruments of growing me in Him. Not long after she was married my wife and I had given her and her husband Charlie the money to get their truck repaired and she was one her way when the truck stopped running. She called me at my office and it was an extremely busy day and I heard the distraught in her voice and told her I didn’t have money for a tow truck and she said, “Daddy, I not asking for money I am just asking you to pray.” My heart was immediately humbled, I closed my office door and with her on the phone, I prayed for the truck and the Lord would help get it to the garage for the repairs. She shared that after the prayer the truck crunk and made it into the driveway of the garage before it died again that day. If she could have confidence in her daddy why can’t we in our Heavenly Father? Matthew 7:11  “If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?”
Philippians 4:8 “8Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” We must be intentional in our thought life. This is not the power of positive thinking as the world knows it today by some motivational guru but is meditating on the blessing and positive things in life. It is having an attitude of gratitude which is reflected in Paul’s testimony in Philippians 4:11-12 “11Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. 12I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: everywhere and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. Paul was in prison when he wrote these instructions: he has been beaten, ship-wrecked, snake bit, and yet he had an attitude of gratitude. No matter where we find ourselves today we can find something to be thankful for.
Philippians 4:13 “13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.” We must know where the source of our strength lies. People ask me how could you conduct your own granddaughter’s funeral? I couldn’t but Christ through me coupled with my love for my daughter and my granddaughter were the fuel for my fire.
Philippians 4:19 “19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.” Paul’s final encouragement for the race was to know that all of my needs for the journey have already been provided through my Lord Jesus Christ – what more could I ask for.

Take a moment today to get alone and reflect, be refreshed by God’s promises, and restart your journey for His Glory. I will end with one of my life verses:

1 Corinthians 10:31 “Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.”

Happy New Year!


For His Glory

Inspired originally by voicing my feelings and trials of tragedy, For it has been nearly a year since I lost my granddaughter in a boating accident, I found myself penning my words through social media and people would tell me they were inspired or able to visualize the journey I and my family were enduring. Throughout the year I have continued to write and have been inspired by my wife and friends to give blogging a shot.

The title of my blog is inspired by one of my life verses: 1 Corinthians 10:31 “Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.” This is my daily goal is to Glorify my Heavenly Father by my life’s actions and words. It is my desire to inspire you and others to live for Him and know the joy of His fellowship.