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One More Day

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The buzzer sounds and I reach for the alarm clock. Pain shoots down my arm. With a low moan, I struggle to turn the thing off and flop back over, cradling my arm to my side. My shoulder grinds with every movement and tears flood my eyes. Just one more day. The physical battle through the work day leaves me weary and I arrive at home to land in my comfy chair. Spikes and tingles spread through my fingertips as my back relaxes against the soft cushion. A jackhammer feels like it’s keeping time under my shoulder blade. I close my eyes and thank the Lord for getting me through the day. I guess the Lord has a lesson for me to learn through this whole ordeal. Modern medicine can’t magically cure this ailment. The doctors don’t know when it will go away or why it happened in the first place. All they know is that it will fix itself, maybe…in it’s own good time. Until then, I’m the one-armed pharmacist/writer. The Lord is good. He’s my for…

Guest: Where Would I Be Without a Loving God?

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A kicking baby girl lying in a basket near the dinner table whimpered and then began to wail. Her two-year-old brother crawled up on a chair, crawled up on the dinner table and looked at the red-faced howling infant. Salt and pepper shakers were near his folded legs and he reached for the salt. He shook a little out on the table, tasted some, and then emptied the shaker into the baby’s eyes. I was the baby. I don’t remember the incident, but I was told about it. The little boy had no idea the seriousness of what he had done until his little sister’s screams alerted the whole family. It was 1937. Desperately poor, having gone through the Great Depression and the Kansas Dust Bowl, my family had no money for a doctor. Yet, several of my siblings just experienced Salvation and the power of God and Mama was renewing her relationship with Him, so prayer was the first answer. Mama washed my eyes out with water, and I think I was told she used boric acid as an eye wash. Yet, I cringe as I th…

'Unanswered' Prayer

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Psalm 49:20 (NKJV) “A man who is in honor, yet does not understand, is like the beasts that perish.”
Have you ever wondered if God even cares what happens down here on this little planet? I mean, really? This little blue ball in the midst of the great expanse is not exactly a huge target for the Great Almighty. He must have bigger items on His agenda. I’ll admit I’ve thought about it. I gaze at the awesome celestial pictures on my Pinterest board and say, “God is too busy for me.” Or listen to my physics guru of a son and think, “How can I fit in with this crazy world?” I want to make a difference. I want to matter. Does anyone out there understand a fraction of what I’m saying? I hope so. I guess I need to go back a ways for this to make sense. When I started Casper College in the Fall of 1987, you’ll never guess what I picked as my major. No, it wasn’t pre-pharmacy. And even though I’ve always loved wildlife and photography, it didn’t involve either of th…

The Fork in the Road

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Psalm 143:8 (NKJV) “Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, For in You do I trust; Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, For I lift up my soul to You.”

The cloud of white swirls around my feet before it rises in a brief storm and disappears into the thin air. Two paths glare at me in the bright morning sun. One climbs up the mountain, the other leads down a twisting, narrow trail. Which way, Lord? My fingers can practically feel the icy peak and I feel giddy. My goal is almost within my reach. I take a step toward the higher path. A sudden gust of wind whistles across the path, causing me to stumble. Confusion sweeps through my soul. Why, Lord? Why that way? It’s so long. The wind settles into a gentle breeze and caresses my face. I raise my eyes to heaven and smile. I’ll go the winding way. His will be done.
So is the journey of life. Can you hear the voice of God at the fork in the road? Do you ask for directions?
In Christ,

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