This picture was taken a few years ago, when my granddaughter appeared in “Annie, with a Twist.”  The story was an adaptation of the famous Little, Orphan Annie and Oliver Twist, who in my version turned out to be lost relatives.  Through their various adventures, they come together as a family and both show their persistence and grit.

Annie has learned, through her adversity, that life goes on and there’s always another day  – another chance – another way.  We can learn a lot from this sweet, little girl.  She never gave up hope of finding her family.  She showed great spunk as she forged a way to get out of her circumstances and push on to accomplishing her goal.

Sure it’s just a story and great fodder for the same, but how often are we called on to do just that in our own lives?  We face difficult times.  They might seem impossible to overcome.  We feel we just can’t continue this way.  Some even give up in despair. Many assume that God doesn’t love them anymore and has deserted them.

Our God isn’t like that.  There will be times in our lives when we hurt, suffer, are anxious, depressed, lonely and even wanting to end it all.  That’s just the time when we need His tender care the most.

I’m reminded of the story of the  shepherd who breaks the leg of his sheep in order to keep it from wandering away.  Our Good Shepherd sometimes does the same for His sheep to keep the close to Him.  Sometimes we need to be broken before we can be fixed.  We need to be put back on course.

Like Annie, we can remain hopeful, knowing that God has the reins and He isn’t going to let us fall.  He’s in control and has even provided for all of our tomorrows.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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4 Responses to TOMORROW

  1. This is a true story: when my daughter, who is now 42, was just 13 years old, she witnessed a murder in the parking lot of our neighborhood grocery store. She got a good look at the shooter as he ran past her into the woods. It was a horrible, evil thing.

    Early the next morning, which was a Saturday, I woke up to find that my teenage daughter was not in the house. Frantic, I threw on some clothes and went looking for her, and found her down the street at the park. I asked her what did she think she was doing, leaving the house without my knowledge or permission, when there was a killer on the loose who had seen her face as he ran past, the same as she had seen his?

    My headstrong daughter said that she wasn’t going to let her fear of this man keep her from living her life to the fullest. Ignoring her protests, I marched her back home and watched over her all day.

    The next day, Sunday, I took my family to church. At the end of the sermon, I told the minister what had happened asked him to pray for my daughter’s protection. He laid hands on her and prayed.

    After going out to eat, I then drove my family several miles away to a large county park, where all three of my kids could run their energy out. My daughter challenged me to a race up a short hill. I told her that the only way I could beat her was if she fell down and broke her leg. But I raced her anyway. To my surprise, I did beat her to the summit.

    I turned back and saw that my little girl had fallen near the top of the hill. A fast trip to the ER confirmed that she had broken her leg, in a growth plate. Which meant that she was in a non-walking cast all summer, until after the killer was arrested.

    Contrary to the doctor’s dire predictions, her leg grew just fine after that. Today she is attending a Christian university, studying to be a psychologist, and her 25 year old daughter will soon be graduating from Harvard’s social anthropology program.

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    • says:

      Your life has certainly been filled with lots of drama, but being strong often requires having high anxiety. I do know that God doesn’t give us more than we can handle and he always provides a way out. Your daughter seems to have inherited your perseverance.

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