The Stuffed Book


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I panicked!   My Bible!  Where was it? I had to find it!   It is my most precious possession!

My Bible contains a journal of my adult life as I have walked with God. The front pages reveal names, dates and places where family was born, wedded, baptized, bore children and died. Next are various notes and newsworthy paper scraps. I’ve written special prayers on some of these scraps and inspiring tidbits from Spirit-filled preachers. The body of my Bible, its sacred pages tattered and stained, is marked with short notes interspersed throughout. These reminders denote special insights and glorious moments when I communed with God.

The Psalms especially are heavily marked. Prayers, praises, pleas, thanksgiving and doubts are all there in small print by my hand, bits of evidence that God IS: the night my mother lay dying, my son’s deployment to the Persian Gulf War and his safe return, the sudden death of my husband, times of uncertainty and fears, dried tears of joy and grief, all lie silently there–the valleys and mountaintops of my life.

My Bible is stuffed with sticky notes, like the prayer wall in Jerusalem. Notes while studying, praying, thinking, hoping, weeping, loving, and smiling—they are there to point the way Home. Distinctive, cherished stains dot many parchment pages with small dark-red dots, reminders that my Lord and I communed—the Body and the Blood, a fallen drop.

Where would I be without this cherished tool? Totally lost, my friends. Whether I’m up or down, lost or found, confused or lucid, the Bible is my only surety in life. It connects me to the greatest power in the world, Almighty God. It truly is the Word of God, the Truth and the Life.

Empowered by the Holy Spirit, it “leads me to still waters and through the valley of the shadow of death. I will fear no evil, for He is with me; His rod and staff comfort me. He prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies; He anoints my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life… and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

Ah, there you are!  Amen!



Lest We Forget …


O Beautiful for Spacious Skies

~Katherine Lee Bates

*   *   *

O beautiful for spacious skies,

For amber waves of grain,

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain!

America!  America!

God shed His grace on thee,

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining seas!

*   *   *

O beautiful for heroes proved

In liberating strife,

Who more than self their country loved,

And mercy more than life!

America!  America!

May God thy gold refine

Till all success be nobleness

And every gain divine!


Veterans Day – November 11, 2015

Honor our veterans everywhere on this Veteran’s Day.  They “cared enough to send the very best” to fight our battles, keep the peace, and maintain our country’s defenses. Support them through our many agencies, local and national, encourage them with packages from home, and pray for them with earnest hearts. Some of them are in foreign lands, while others are right in your own backyard. Remember their families also who wait their safe return home.

Remember ALL our veterans, whether retired or active duty men and women. Many of them are in need of our help. Would you mind visiting those who are set aside in veteran’s hospitals, nursing homes, Soldier’s homes, or in their own homes?  Now is the time to report for our duty, making the rest of their lives comfortable and safe.  Let us lift them up with honor and respect and endow them with our love and prayers.


God bless America!

Just a Hill

John 15:12-13 “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.   Greater love has no man than this . . . that a man lay down his life for his friends.”





© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved


“Lord, give me eyes that I may see, lest I as people will,

Should pass someone’s Calvary and think it just a hill.”



“He what?  He committed suicide?  Oh NO!  Why didn’t he say something?  I would have been there for him.”   

This was a true story played out last week in the life and death of a famous retired baseball player, supposedly happy with his job as announcer for a major league baseball team.  Interviews with scores of friends and admirers all related that they knew nothing of his problems.  Reality showed they had been blind to his financial troubles.

It wasn’t a hill he faced; it was his cavalry.  His body was found in his back yard; he had shot himself in the head…and died.  Oh God…!


Oh Lord, we are so busy these days, running here and there, feathering our nests, getting a leg up, or just plain living for the gusto of life.  We are blind to the red flags popping up around our friends: the panicky stares, the desperate inflections in their voices, the surety in their steps now wavering down the path.  We gave them fly-away thoughts.  That’s all.

If only, Lord…if only we would linger long enough in the lives of others, so they would feel comfortable sharing their troubles.  Give us eyes to see their needs, ears to hear their cries of desperation, and mouths to speak words of relief and peace.    In today’s fast paced society, Father, the world’s all like one big blur…zoom, zoom, zoom.  Use us for your purposes, Lord.  Open our eyes so we may distinguish between a hill and a calvary.    A friend’s life may depend on it.  In Jesus’ name.  Amen.



Message from Debbie

feather pen

Merry Christmas Faithful Ones, Friends & Loved Ones:

At the beginning of this rich and meaningful holiday season, I ask myself, “How will you celebrate what Christmas really means this year? “ Mentally I go through my catalog of reasons why this Christmas would be “different.” I have come up with quite a reasonable amount of reasons why this year things WILL be somewhat different or, might require a bit of “tweeking.” Until, I somberly go over that list and realize, again, that consecration of Self has no season or clime. A manger and fresh hay was sufficient for the Holy Child to begin his earthly sojourn in, and the consecration of all his life. That some swaddling clothes [strips of cloth] and enough warmth was sufficient for the King of kings to feel watched over, and that a few humble souls to welcome him with pure awareness was sufficient purpose to have heavenly angels spring forth in glorious hallelujahs and have his Identity known.

I don’t believe any one of us had less, and, now have a thousand times more. I admit, it’s nice to have more of certain things but, it isn’t always better, for, much of those things can become distractions or idols. The world is suffering from too little of what WE could and should have so much more of, i.e. kindness, patience, time, faith, hope, trust, and goodness. Are we celebrating what Christmas really means?

Elaine Cannon once observed: “People can be obedient like Mary, be defenders of Christ like Joseph, share the good news like angels, humbly seek the Lord like the shepherds, go to great lengths to bring gifts like the Wise Men. Also, filled with the glowing Spirit of God, they can guide others to Christ like the Star of Bethlehem!”

I believe we’re all seeking and trying and achieving to reach the righteous desires of our hearts, and that we’ll continue to. This Season take the time to light a candle for every man to see the world of promise and hope where the Holy One awaits their welcome, the path of purpose and, the awakening to their true identity. Be that shepherd or shepherdess that celebrates Christ’s birth, life and resurrection every day whether it’s December or July.
I pray your celebrations be filled with sufficient health, peace, faith, hope and the incomparable fruit of LOVE that is available to us in Him.
Have a Wonderful Season of Holiness!

Your faithful sister & friend ~

Debbie Avila

“Ye Shall Know Me by My Fruits” | Words Make a Difference. Use Wisely

Jim’s gone

Religious Candles and Cross

To all my family and friends:

My brother, Jim, passed away a short time ago.  I so appreciate all your prayer support during the past few months, as it meant so much to Jim that you all showed that kind of love and respect.  Our family will miss him yet we rejoice in the knowledge that he is with the Lord, in peace and no more pain, fear or suffering.

God bless you all and may His peace comfort you all your days.



A Peek into the Sands of Time

desert storm


Sands of Time

© 1991 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved

(This poem is dedicated to my son, who fought in the Persian Gulf War, 1991)


It’s time to go to war, my son.

Do you hear that distant drum?

Ill winds are kicking up the sand

Down there in Kuwaiti land.


Load those missiles; pack your gear;

The battle time draws near.

DESERT SHIELD screams on high:

“Saddam! Saddam! Goodbye!!!”


Upon the sand, the line is drawn.

Don’t quiver; prove your brawn!

The “birds” are flying high and low

To soften up the blow.


The dunes…the dunes are beckoning;

’Tis the day of reckoning!

Amid the smoke and wind-blown sand

Lies victory from God’s hand.


DESERT STORM is quick and fierce,

As Saddam’s might is pierced.

The Lord your God is with you, Son;

Fight on till all is done.


Far and wide across the dunes

The bloodied foe lies strewn.

White flags are waving over Iraq.

It’s time to head on back…


Back home to loved ones seeking you,

Dressed in red, white and blue;

Bright yellow ribbons tied everywhere

To show you that we care.


Oh…the hearts overflow with tears,

Shedding all those pent-up fears;

Eyes meet… nervous feet run…

It’s hugs and kisses for everyone!


Give thanks for God’s loving care;

Our burdens He helped us bear.

Each day His tender mercies renew:

He whispers, “Son, I love you!”


Praise Whispers

Family and Friends’ Praise List

©  2013  Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved

 Woman whispering in man's ear


Our Father Who art in heaven. . .


You are my strength, O God


What a mighty God you are


My Father and my God


I knew you since I was a little girl


You are the Giver of Hope


Forgiveness begged; pardon given


Your love sustains me


I cling to your promises


You will never forsake me


Your mercy and grace overwhelm me


Your joy and peace flood my soul