Saturday, January 3, 2026

Subtractions and Additions

 



In my hallway, I have two family pictures. I pass by them often, but I stopped and looked at them today. I stared until I grew tired of standing in one spot.

One photo is ten years old. The second one is two years old. There are eight years between the images, and they remind me of the changes in our lives.

With the dawn of 2026, I wonder what the new year might bring, let alone the next eight. There will be lots of modifications, and I won’t like all of them.

In the oldest picture, three family members are missing today. Two left Earth by death, and one exited by divorce. Everyone is smiling. We had no idea of the challenges to come to the eleven people in the photo. Thoughts of cancer, dementia, and death never occurred to us.

We are standing in a forest, and the trees provide a tranquil scene. As I gazed at the photo, the piney fragrance came wafting back to me. The day supplied happiness and laughter. Lots of food, too. My hubby and I presumed we’d shove off to glory before any of the others.

The future doesn’t always agree with our plans, does it?

Burying a child is not easy. Grieving with a daughter over the loss of a husband who walks out of her life isn’t fun either.

But God never promised humanity a trouble-free life. He promised to be with us in dark times. So, despite the shadows of the last eight years, we enjoyed sunshine, too.

In the newer photo, twelve people stand together. Four new members joined by marriage, and a new baby by birth. The four new members and the sweet baby bring happiness.

As I gazed at the framed photos, I also noticed other losses. Several members lost hair. One lady lost fifty pounds. Three teenagers lost their look of innocence. Several members knelt on their knees, but eight years later, they are standing. Knees lost their ability to bend.

Our bodies change with the years, and we don’t notice them until we look at old photos.

Losses will continue. So will additions. The primary addition I would like to see is that all my family add God to their lives. Some members walk with the Lord, and others do not.

We can’t see God in the photos. He lives in hearts.

If you are reading this and haven’t added God to your life. Do it now. He comforts during the dark days and gives hope for the subtractions and additions to come your way.

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Saturday, December 27, 2025

Knowing Jesus

 




Many Jews recognized Jesus from Nazareth, but none knew He’d been born in Bethlehem, the city of the promised Messiah. So, when He began telling them He was God’s Son, they thought He was a crazy person.

No need for Google. They had Him, the real McCoy right there with them. The real Jesus, that is.

The populous had the opportunity to begin a relationship with Jesus, but few chose to do so. His fame grew. He lived right there. People had the privilege of meeting Him in person.

Today, we see famous people play sports, act in movies, or sing in concerts. We admire them, but we don’t know them. We recognize who they are, but we don’t have a relationship with them.

Ahhh! Now you are getting the idea. You can know a lot about Jesus without having a connection with Him.

Jesus, the Son of God, wants to bond with all of us. If you haven’t hooked up with Him yet, do it now.  Ask Him to forgive you for sins and invite Him into your life. A new relationship will begin.

One you will never regret.

 

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Friday, December 19, 2025

Christmas and Moms

 


 


At times, we mothers wonder if we're good mothers. 

Mary, mother to Jesus, must have thought about that, too. The Scripture says she pondered many things in her heart.

Bringing up a child is complicated, but the Son of God? That presented quite a challenge.

Mary must have wondered if she was doing it right. Think about how horrified she felt when she lost Jesus when he was twelve years old. He'd stayed in Jerusalem and she didn't know it.

If a mom did that today, an Amber alert would go out, and she'd be arrested for child negligence.

 As a baby, Scripture tells us she wrapped Him in swaddling cloths. 

By the way, what in the crazy world is swaddling cloths?  

Here's the answer. They were long strips of cloth and mothers wound them tightly around them the baby. 

Changing a diaper wasn't easy, and how did she wash and dry all those stips of cloths?

Mary was a human mom with an unusual baby. She must have prayed for guidance daily. I'm guessing she doubted herself at times, but she is a famous, amazing mother.

It’s okay to doubt as a mom, after all, you are a human rearing a child of God by an earthly father.


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