It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Author Unknown

Saturday, June 30, 2007


The Star Spangled Banner

By Francis Scott Key

Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,

O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.

Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,

Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,

What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,

In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:

'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore

That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,

A home and a country should leave us no more!

Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.

No refuge could save the hireling and slave

From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved home and the war's desolation!

Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,

And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


'On Ya' - ma

Thursday, June 28, 2007


Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said, "I love you. I wish you enough." She in turn said, "Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy."

They kissed and she left. He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?"

"Yes, I have," I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me.

So I knew what this man experiencing.

"Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?" I asked.

"I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back would be for my funeral," he said.

"When you were saying goodbye I heard you say, "I wish you enough." May I ask what that means?"

He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more."When we said 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them," he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."

He then began to sob and walked away.

My friends, I wish you enough!

'ON YA' - ma

Monday, June 25, 2007


How can I tell what's expected of me?
Where can I go for guidance and aid
To help me correct the errors I've made?
The answer is found in doing three things
And great is the gladness that doing them brings-
Do justice, love kindness, walk humbly with God-
For with these three things as your rule and your rod,
All things worth having are yours to achieve
If you follow God's words, have hope and believe.
Helen Steiner Rice...

Saturday, June 16, 2007


Holy Father,

You are the one who knows how absolutely special fathers are.
You made them that way.

How else can a man work so hard, give so much, and love unconditionally,
without your strength?

So first, Lord, thank You for fathers, for daddies.
For big, strong men with tender hearts,
with hands that are calloused and rough,
yet so soft and gentle when hearts need mending.

Lord, help children to delight this day in being with their dads,
even if it must be only by phone.

May the precious memories flow, and bring laughter,
and new love and appreciation.

Lord, please take care of our dads.
Though they are brave and protective,
they must also be frightened sometimes,
when money runs low, when we need things, when we're hurt or sick.

Lord, when their hearts break because they can't do it all,
please help us to let them know how much we love them.

And how much You love them.

Lord, forgive the men who know they are not good fathers,
and help them to know when and if they can make things better,
with Your help.

And Oh, Lord, for those Dads who keep trying and keep loving after messing up so many times,help their children to love them even more in return.

Lord, for that Dad who has lost a child, please let him know You are there,
right beside him,
for nothing else can heal a heart so torn.

For the father who is parenting alone, strengthen him with your love.

For those whose father is already with You,

Give him a hug, Lord,

and tell him it's from his children.

And you, too, Lord.

Happy Father's Day!

In Jesus' name,



'ON YA' - MA

Tuesday, June 05, 2007


It's Quiet...I Choose...

It's quiet. It's early. My coffee is hot. The sky is still black. The
world is still asleep. The day is coming. In a few moments the day
will arrive. It will roar down the track with the rising of the sun.
The stillness of the dawn will be exchanged for the noise of the day.
The calm of the solitude will be replaced by the pounding pace of
the human race. The refuge of the early morning will be invaded by
decisions to be made and deadlines to be met. For the next twelve
hours I will be exposed to the day's demands. It is now that I must
make a choice. And so I choose: 
No occasion justifies hatred; no injustice warrants bitterness. I
choose love. Today I will love God and what God loves. 
I will invite my God to be the God of circumstance. I will refuse the
temptation to be cynical...the tool of the lazy thinker. I will refuse
to see people as anything less than human beings, created by God. I
will refuse to see any problem as anything less than an opportunity
to see God.
I will live forgiven. I will forgive so that I may live.
I will overlook the inconveniences of the world. Rather than
complaining that the wait is too long, I will thank God for a moment
to pray. Instead of clinching my fist at new assignments, I will face
them with joy and courage.
I will be kind to the poor, for they are alone, kind to the rich, for
they are afraid, and kind to the unkind, for such is how God has
treated me.
I will go without a dollar before I take a dishonest one. I will see
the good in others when it is hard to find. I will confess before I will
accuse. I choose goodness.
Today I will keep my promises. My debtors will not regret their
trust. My associates will not question my word. My wife will not
question my love. And my children will never fear that their father
will not come home.
Nothing is won by force. I choose to be gentle. If I raise my voice,
may it be only in praise. If I clench my fist, may it be only in
prayer. If I make a demand, may it be only of myself.
I am a spiritual being. After this body is dead, my spirit will soar. I
refuse to let what will rot rule the eternal. I choose self-control.
The Fruit of the Spirit found in Galatians 5:22-23. To these I commit my
day. If I succeed, I will give thanks. If I fail, I will seek God's face. And
then when this day is done, I will place my head on my pillow and rest.

Lately I've not been able to focus on the actual Bible Study that I'd been doing, but I've been reading my daily devotionals and learning about God's Word. I've found several good poems too, which have been very inspirational to me and will share them with you . Just as the one above seemed to express my thoughts, many others do too.

One thing is certain, I do believe that God is my reason for being. He is my daily help and comfortor.

'On Ya' - ma

Saturday, June 02, 2007


Never Borrow Sorrow

Deal only with the present, 
Never step into tomorrow, 
For God asks us just to trust Him 
And to never borrow sorrow- 
For the future is not ours to know 
And it may never be, 
So let us live and give our best 
And give it lavishly- 
For to meet tomorrow's troubles 
Before they are even ours 
Is to anticipate the Savior 
And to doubt His all-wise powers- 
So let us be content to solve 
Our problems one by one, 
Asking nothing of tomorrow 
Except "Thy Will be done." 
Helen Steiner Rice 
Today as always,
I'm trying to count my many
blessings and be thankful
for the moments as they come.

'On Ya' - ma