Betty Whitaker Jackson

Company’s coming. Time to change the winter paintings to spring-summer ones, put out the lighter colored pillows, spruce up the gardens, wash the windows (did I suggest that on our dirt road?), and get ready to entertain this weekend.

Time to spiritually prepare too. This Lenten season has been highlighted by a wonderful booklet provided for our use by Covenant Presbyterian Church, our church home. I have searched my heart, done some meditating and cleaning out the cobwebs, and made…..

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I am so tired of news reports about the ISIS attacks. I am troubled to think they can hold the world hostage through their terrorist threats.

Here’s what the Eternal Father God says:

Psalm 11

“I trust the Lord for protection. So why do you say to me, ‘Fly like a bird to the mountains for safety! The wicked are stringing their bows and fitting their arrows on the bowstrings. They shoot from the shadows at those whose hearts are…..

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I was driving early yesterday in thick fog which sometimes blankets our part of the world when the seasons are changing and temperatures are just right. I’d beeen thinking and humming in my head the hymn based on Psalm 23, “He leadeth me, He leadeth me beside the quiet stream.” Then I turned on the radio to my favorite Christian station, and the song was about going through deep waters. Then I saw a delivery truck with the company logo,…..

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Sometimes when we see something familiar restated in a new way, it is a blessing. In our lenten booklet distributed at Covenant Church in Palm Bay, I read this from Didache, written between 90 and 180. May it bless you in a new way as it has me.

“Our Father in heaven, may your name be kept holy. May your Kingdom come soon. May your will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us today the food…..

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Let’s start with the prayer I’d like to call my own at the end of each day.

From a reading in “Devotions for Lent,” a wonderful booklet we’re using at Covenant Church in Palm Bay, these words I’d like us to sincerely pray at the end of today, and every day: “Forgive me, most gracious Lord and Father, if this day I have done or said anything to increase the pain of the world. Pardon the unkind word, the impatient…..

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Here’s a snowy day poem I’ll include in my newest book, Whispering Woods: The Seasons.

Snowy Interlude  by Betty Jackson

Hesitant dawn sunbeams

Sneak filtered rays through low clouds

Finally devoid of tons of snow

Dropped earthward in tiny siftings

One hexangular flake at a time,

Since yesterday’s onslaught.

Nor’easter, blizzard—

Whatever they named it,

Held all in bondage

Predicted, delivered

Burying man’s edifices

And evidence of life

As usually lived,

Three feet deep.

Pristine layers lay…..

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