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But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 19:14
“Remember now your Creator in the days of your youth, before the difficult days come, and the years draw near when you say, “I have no pleasure in them.” Ecclesiastes 12:1
Emory and I added the next larger number to our ages awhile back and I wasn’t exactly pleased. My Dad used to say “once a man, twice a child.” I often scoffed at his attempt at humor, but now I understand perfectly. Only God knows when we reach the peak of our age and start sliding backward toward that inevitable time. Each person is different. One thing I know, I have long reached that peak and have already passed through my second childhood, and am staring infanthood square in the face. You know: no teeth, baby food, pampers, tantrums etc.
by Rebecca Somoskey
Within the heart of every man
There dwells a private pain.
Shards of memory from the past,
Determined to remain.
Often I have allowed yesterday’s pain and tomorrow’s trouble get my attention. And Satan was right there ready to use them to paralyze me. But God has taught me much from nature, and I’ve learned to figure Him in every moment of my life. A while back I watched as a brilliant cardinal flew in , perched himself in a laurel bush, threw back his head and began to sing with all his might. I said to myself, “He ain’t distressed about yesterday’s troubles, or what he wears, and he ain’t worryin’ about tomorrow’s eats. He knows God has clothed him in the most glorious array and He will provide for today. That’s all that matters.” read more…
It happened just south of Sacramento on Interstate 5 just after sundown. Emory and I were long haul team driving for Covenant Transport and were pulling a full load, headed to Orlando, Florida. Our time was tight, so it was going to be a long hard pull. Our spirits were dragging the ground and we were calling on the Lord for strength. I had just gotten in the driver’s seat and Emory was making preparations for his eight hours in the sleeper. read more…
A tiny bud once sprang to life beside my cottage door.
How sweet, I thought and hurried on with a smile and nothing more.
I had no time for roses then. I had better things to do.
No time to water, weed and prune or give attention to.
From my back porch I can see five beautiful pine trees. They stand out in glorious green against the stark leafless background of the hill behind our pond. Each one is about 25 feet tall. They are the only survivors of about 30 pine seedlings we planted many years ago. The seedlings were a gift, but the soil was poor. Still we decided to plant them in spite of it. We dug holes about 4 inches deep around the back side of the pond bank, filled them with rotten wood from an old dead log for fertilizer, and lovingly placed the baby trees inside. Every one of them looked promising, but as time went on they began to die. One by one they shriveled up and disappeared until only five were left. read more…
December 1, 2015
My Mom, Rebecca Somoskey, went home to be with Jesus the morning of December 1st, 2015. Please pray for the many of us who are attempting to travel from all over the country to remember her and celebrate her life. We will continue to keep this web site up and share her wonderful writings with you all.
God bless you,
Apr 20, 2015
Rebecca Somoskey’s health has declined for some years now and the last time she was able to post any encouraging words was in February, 2012. She is still with us but not able to respond. We are working to improve this web site as well as to continue sharing her inspirations, poems and books. We will share new information when we have it. Thank you all for your prayers and encouraging words. Feel free to encourage m Mom on Facebook on her Facebook Page. Thanks and God bless! ~ Bill Watkins, son & webmaster