My love song

  Hate versus LOVE… By Rena Oynes

Hate is verbal and physical abuse...Sandwiched between extensive porn and other women…Breaking apart a family….Hate is the enemy who did this to kill, steal, and destroy a family.

Love is painting a picture of an angel that looks like one’s grandchild and seeing tears run down the friend’s cheeks when given to her.

Love is painting a picture for each child who is baptized with Jesus’s arms around her and she is wearing the same colored dress upon accepting Jesus as Savior.

Love is seeing a painting you painted of Jesus and seeing a small child touch and saying Jesus my Jesus.

Love is painting a newly adopted child a sign with a beautiful flower and her little shoes had the same flower.

Love is painting a picture depicting God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit which gave hope to those in a nursing home and another one for a mother who had a son in prison.

Love is painting a picture that looked like one’s father’s church who was thinking of him as you delivered it to her door and as she was grieving with having lost her husband and being her first year without her husband.

Love is making and painting a doll for a women who on the day she received, her husband had a heart attack and she slept, cried, and held the doll and prayed to Jesus to bring him through.

Love is painting  a wall picture of Jesus with wonderful help of friends, saying, “Let the little children come unto me,” and seeing the children’s face light up, touch Jesus, press their bodies against the painting, and touch Jesus’s foot which is on a power outlet which says to them get plugged in.

The painter weeps to see God’s loving hand touch peoples lives.  Also touching hers by sending people to pray for her in her brokenness.

The God who turned tears of hate into tears of joy. God is the God of miraculous love for His children.

Thank you God for the gift that has lifted me and others whatever they are going through.


A Christmas Gift

“Capital Caring received a beautiful donation of dozens of poinsettias throughout our Adler Center for Caring in honor of Mary Grace Henry and the care she received. Thanks to her friends and family for brightening the holiday season of everyone at the Adler Center.”

Margaret Galles…Resource Development Coordinator…Capital Caring’s Adler Center for Caring on the Van Metre Campus…24419 Millstream Drive…Aldie, VA 20105

MG’s Memorial garden being established at the Adler Center is a 🦋butterfly garden🦋 for others to pause, reflect, meditate and pray. Thanks to all that gave either financially, prayers and time to serve. A beautifully legacy to honor Mary Grace Henry. As my sister shared of this kindness as well as MG’s piano story, This is Christmas. The Merriest of Christmas to All!

MG’s piano

In this midst of our grieving we find many ‘joy rest spots’. MG’s piano will always play for us regardless of where we are. But, having to relocate her piano which had not been tuned for years was not a ‘rest spot’. That was until the Holy Spirit brokered a perfect match for her little sweet piano.

One of MG’s prayer partners from our Community Church which had been so faithful visiting MG in rehab and helping in anyway she could told me a story about her eleven year old grandson.

He began playing piano before he was 5 years old when he could find one to play. He plays by ear. He comes from a Christian home but a single family home where buying a piano was not an option. They live in W Va maybe an hour or so from Leesburg. His grandmother began to inquire about MG’s piano. I asked her to bring the grandson to see how he liked the piano. He did but knew it had to be tuned since he played by ear. Then there would be the cost of moving down flights of steps and a distance drive to his home.

Our ‘rest spot’…Jerry has the piano as a gift from MG. Grandma paid to-move and tune. The first day he practiced 2 1/2 hours. He played a little video for us. (See below) Had to be short to text to us.

It seems God has given Jerry a gift of music much like MG’s. I am thrilled and hope you will join us in praying for Jerry to be greatly blessed as he blesses many with his gift. Yes, MG’s memorial stone gives a passage,  “Having gifts given to us let us use them. Romans 12:6

The Looking Glass

Through the looking glass of nature we can learn much about the spiritual things of God.

The other day I had just come home and I walked out to the screened in porch. I heard a slight commotion on the screen. When I looked closer there was a tiny hummingbird with his beak caught in the screen and his little wings beating frantically trying to free himself to no avail. I tried to ease his beak out of the screen but it wouldn’t budge. I didn’t know if I should touch him or not.
In an instant I thought he will die so I rushed to the other side to free hm. I gently pulled him out of the screen. He flew away as fast as his little wings could carry him.

Earlier this summer I was pruning bushes and down among the limbs, I saw something yellow. When I picked the pile of limbs up the yellow was a yellow butterfly. I thought I had killed him when I picked the branches up. I proceeded to pull the branches away from his body. Oh no, was he dead. He laid e perfectly still with wings extended. I gently placed him in the palm of my hand and said a prayer for him to be healed. Suddenly his little body climbed from my palm and up my wrist and flew away.

With all that has been happening in Houston and Florida and adjoining states, we can certainly see the same kindness shown to the beautiful people who needed help so desperately and the loving helping hands that snatched some from certain death or carried others from a bad situation, giving a loving touch and prayers to God to give healing and hope to each person and freedom to fly again. Thank you God for those who serve others tirelessly and lovingly.

Philippians 2:4 …not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.


A Poem, Ruth Graham

Had I been Joseph’s mother
I’d have prayed
protection from his brothers:
“God keep him safe;
he is so young,
so different from
the others.”
Mercifully she never knew
there would be slavery
and prison, too.

Had I been Moses’ mother
I’d have wept
to keep my little son;
praying she might forget
the babe drawn from the water
of the Nile,
had I not kept
him for her
nursing him the while?
Was he not mine
and she
but Pharaoh’s daughter?…

Had I been Mary –
Oh, had I been she,
I would have cried
as never a mother cried,
“…Anything, O God,
but crucified!”
With such prayers
my finite wisdom
would assail
Infinite Wisdom;
God, how fortunate
Infinite Wisdom
should prevail!

This poem is from Ruth Bell Graham’s “Collected Poems.” It’s also available in This Christmas Night: Reflections from Our Hearts to Your Home.

Tales Magic Monastry by Theopane the Monk

“Here, the charming, mature stories from the internationallly beloved monk are accompanied by original art. Like the parables of Jesus, these tales repeatedly unfold new levels of meaning if we are willing to sit with them.” By Publisher

I agree. One tale that keeps me in a meditative state is: “I sat there in awe as the old monk answered our questions. Thought I am usually shy,…I found myself raising my hand. “Father, could you tell us something about yourself? He leaned back. “Myself?” he mused. There was a long pause.

“My name used to be Me. But, now it’s You. “