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Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Technology and Freedom

 


After those nine wrecks I told you about in a previous blog, I learned to drive, well, sort of, anyway. Technology helps me.

Vehicles make driving easier because they come with safety features. The backup camera is handy, and my car beeps when I’m close to a curb or another vehicle.  After a few hours of driving, my ride tells me it is time for coffee.

Do you like riding in a car with no driver? I’ve never done that yet, but it looks scary.

Technology is changing the way we do everything. I haven’t learned how to operate all the old stuff before the new comes along.

I heard Elon Musk say that in a few years, cell phones will be extinct. Wow!  Really? He says we will use AI. How will we get to AI? Will we have a chip in our bodies so we can talk to AI any time we need to?


I don’t care for that idea. The Holy Spirit lives within me, and He’s enough. I don’t want an intelligence residing in my body, other than God’s or mine.

I have found AI useful in my design work. I can ask AI to bring a room into existence with my specifications, and it does. This helps me show clients what their space will look like with my ideas. If they don’t like it, I can change it. Before AI, I had to convince them with color boards and sketches.

When it becomes possible to have AI inside your brain, will you allow it?  I hope when that day arrives, we still have a nation of freedom, and you can say no.  However, during Covid, we received a government mandate to take a vaccine. Many lost jobs because they refused the vaccine.

Our government should never force citizens to take a medicine or substance. It should be a choice. I believe in vaccinations, and I’m happy they exist. Polio was wiped out because Jonas Salk discovered the answer. People chose to take it.

Schools soon required students to receive it, and it saved lives. Having said this, I continue to say this: I believe it is better to have a choice about what protects our lives than authorities forcing us into taking it. Most of us will choose the medicine.

But! I will not choose to have a chip with AI placed into my body or brain.

When my husband needed a heart procedure, his team of doctors discussed the situation. Hubby told them what he wouldn’t allow, and they told him what else was available. Together, they made a good decision.

Technology is changing! Don’t give up your freedom to choose!


In my new book, Kade uses technology to kill men.

Kade's Worth

 


Thursday, November 13, 2025

A Trip to Kentucky


We left IAH Houston early one Tuesday morning (November 4, 2025) and flew to Cincinnati. Our daughter and hubby live in KY, but the CVG airport in Cincinnate is easy for them to get to. It's also a lot smaller than IAH.

We were afraid security would take a long time at Bush IAH, but the wonderful TSA personnel on duty (who worked without pay) were super nice and patient. We also feared flight delays or cancelations because of the government shutdown. All went smoothy. Yay!


I made a video while on the plane. 

Our daughter and son-in-law picked us up and took us to a German restaurant in Cincinnati. I chose spaetzle.

https://www.justataste.com/easy-german-spaetzle-recipe/

I've never had it and found it delicious. I can't imagine making all those tiny dumplings. Hubby tried a variety of sausages.

After lunch, we strode the famous walk bridge. People can rent this beauty for special events. It was fun for him to be in one state and me the other.



Our daughter took us to Berea, KY the next day. Berea is a beautiful college town, and I bought a few handmade items while we were there. Would you believe we ate a TexMex lunch while in Berea? It was as good as any in Texas, and believe me, I should know.

On day three, our son-in-law suggested going to Bernheim Forest. What a great suggestion! This 16000 acre forest exists in Clemont, KY. It features over 40 miles of trails and includes the famous Forest Giants Sculptures. The fall colors were amazing. We took the three dogs. In this picture, you can only see two. The smaller one found a place to sleep.



We are standing with our daughter next to one of the giants. He's a huge man. See his toes.

Day four came, and we kicked back at home. Our daughter cooked an early Thanksgiving dinner for us. She excelled with the meal. Turkey, ham, and dressing, plus trimmings. She didn't learn cooking skills from me! 

Day four, the return trip to Houston, and even though the governement failed to open, we had no trouble at all. 

Thanks Craig and Lanissa! You provided a great trip for us and were outstanding hosts. We enjoyed Kentucky, but we love you and wish you were closer!

Here I am talking on YouTube about the trip.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCYg1EiO6fw&t=115s



Tuesday, October 21, 2025

 

The Bible. A Good Book to Read Daily

The Power of a Daily Family Devotional

By Gay N. Lewis

The alarm clanged. I’m not a morning person, and I hated that loud thing. Staggering through the house, I woke up kids. Three sleepy girls stumbled from beds, made their way to the den and turned on the television. I kept my eyes on the clock and gave orders. “Turn off the TV. (These days, it would be “turn off the cell phones.”) Eat this, wear that, comb your hair.” Mornings were chaotic at our house during those early years with young children.

The frenzied activity halted for fifteen minutes each day. Regardless of where our daughters were in their routine, their dad would say, “Come on, girls, it’s time.”

 Dad, dressed in suit and tie, because he is a morning person, called us all to the living room. He chose the middle section of the sofa, and our three daughters joined him. They often argued over who would sit next to him, until we adopted the rotation system. I sat nearby, and we put the hurry-scurry on hold while we spent a few minutes with the Lord.  We had no clue how important this daily custom would mean to each of us in later years.

My husband, their preacher dad, read a chapter from a children’s Bible. The children’s edition featured pictures, and our daughters loved the stories in modern, simple English. After the story, we memorized a Scripture. He chose one each week for us from the 1972 edition of the Living Bible. The Living Bible is a paraphrase, not a translation, and it is easy for children to understand and memorize.  After the story, we recited the new Scripture in unison, and then we each prayed. Listening to our daughter’s prayers could be eye opening. We discovered their depth of understanding and heard their candid ideas and needs.

After the serenity pause, the dash-about activities began again. The youngsters ran to pick up lunches and rushed out the door.

Family devotionals began with the birth of our first child. The habit continued until our grown daughters left the nest. The children’s Bible sits on our library shelf these days. It is a sweet memory of yesteryear. Now, the two of us, husband and wife, keep the tradition. We read a passage silently from our adult Bibles and then discuss it.

Fast forward fifty years. Our daughters can still recite those Scriptures, and through the mountains and valleys of life, those Godly Words brought comfort. The adult children are grateful they memorized them.

Our firstborn developed early-onset dementia before she reached the age of fifty. After her husband died with cancer, we supervised her care management. For ten years, we watched this smart, vivacious, young woman decline with this horrific disease.

One day, while she was in the early stages, we waited for a doctor. Sitting on the exam table, she said, “I’m so scared.” She knew what awaited her with this disease. I replied, “Quote your favorite Scripture.” She looked at me and smiled. “Don’t worry about anything, instead, pray about everything. Tell God your needs and don’t forget to thank Him for His answers.” Phil: 4:6 NLT. It was one she’d leaned at her dad’s knee. We discussed the Scripture and what it meant. Over the next few years, the ones where memory existed, and she could still speak, she quoted this one constantly to herself over and again.

Another favorite verse she recited as long as she could: “Just as you trusted Christ to save you, trust Him too for each day’s problems. Live in vistal union with Him.” Col 2:6 NLT

She learned others. Romans 8:28. Romans 8:38-39. Psalms 23. 1 Peter 5:7.

Her retention eventually totally failed, and I quoted them to her. Occasionally, a flash of lucidity entered her brain as her dad or I cited them, and she smiled. Deep down inside her frail body and deteriorated mind, the Scriptures spoke.

I often wondered how she would have coped without them. Or how would we? These Scriptures carried comfort during dark days.

In late October 2024, Hospice gave us the sad words. “She is transitioning rapidly now. We can’t say when she will go, but it will be soon.” I didn’t know when she was going, but I knew where.

On October 26, I stood by her bed and watched her tiny, atrophied body slip away. Oxygen helped the irregular breathing. Often the gasps stopped, but then breath continued with its slow, unpredictable irregularity.

I prayed Phil: 4: 6 over her and I personalized each phrase. “Don’t worry about anything, sweet girl. Don’t be afraid. You are going to heaven. Don’t worry about leaving us. We are fine and we will see you again in Heaven. You and I are praying about everything, and God knows our needs. He’s taking care of the needs. You need to be well and happy again. He knows you need to laugh and hug again. God will provide your needs, and we thank Him because He hears us.”

As I reworded the familiar Scriptures, too weak to open her eyes, she blinked. She heard me, and I believe God allowed her understanding in that moment we shared.

Those Scriptures she learned as a child brought her peace and encouragement during the death hour, as they did us. The Power of those family devotionals helped us throughout life and death. When we began the routine, we didn’t know how vital and essential these Scriptures would become to us.

Family devotionals reach unimaginable powerful and beneficial results.

1.     Time with God brings spiritual nourishment.

2.     Moments of quiet calms nerves, digestion, and blood pressure.

3.     Families bond together.

4.     Bible is learned.

5.     Common sense is gained.

6.     A sense of accomplishment.

7.     No matter if bad things occur during the day, realization the day started with God comforts us.

Suggestions for family devotionals

1.     Set aside ten/fifteen minutes each day for family devotions. Work out the best time for your family. Some may prefer morning, and others may prefer before bedtime.

2.     Read from a children’s Bible and show the kids the pictures. Switch to an adult Bible when the children outgrow the children’s Bible. Read a chapter each day.

3.     Let them ask questions.

4.     Choose one Scripture and recite it daily until all have it memorized.

5.     Take a few minutes to quote all the memorized Scriptures. This reinforces them.

6.     Allow each one to pray after the recitation of Scripture.

7.     Make this ritual a daily goal—seven days a week.

Children will remember and cherish, and that alone is powerful.

 


 

                                                                                                                                       

 

 

 

Tuesday, July 15, 2025

Santa Clause Enjoys Texas Beaches


It's hot down here in Texas!

Many of my friends are headed to beaches. Not me, I'm not a sand loving gal, but it looks as though Santa is! He's enjoying a vacation away from the North Pole! 

He can take off the fur-trimmed suit in Texas, in fact, it looks like he took off almost everything, even his hat! However, he's wise. He's wearing sunglasses and sitting under an umbrella. The Texas sun is brutal.

He must be in Galveston. We have palm trees there, but the water is seldom that blue. Or maybe he's at South Padre Island, it is a glorious beach, if you like beaches, that is.

He should be holding my book, Sarah and a Texas Christmas. He'd laugh his head off. Sarah is a bumbling angel, and she takes everthing literally. So, language is difficult for her. Talk about chaos!






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Thursday, April 17, 2025

I Now Have What I Prayed For!

 


While shopping in Hobby Lobby, I saw this plaque.

And it hit home with me.

 I Now Have What I Prayed For!

When hubby and I married, we spent the first seventeen years living in church owned homes. The first two houses, or parsonages as they are called, were furnished with sofas, tables, and beds from parishioners. All items were cast off from various people and no longer wanted.

A few items weren’t too bad, but they weren’t my choice, and none matched. These furnishings were a mishmash of necessary pieces.

We outgrew the second parsonage when two of our daughters were born. The house had one tiny closet for four people. I often felt like a sardine stuffed into a small can.

Frustration became a daily emotion.

The flock expected me to keep everything clean and look new, and I did what I could. We ordered a beige metal closet from the Sears Catalogue and placed it in the bedroom. It was not pretty, but it was functional.

The time came when we needed a new kitchen table. I was elated! “Now I can choose something I like.” I said to hubby. Nope! Not to be. A man found a table in a used furniture store, bought it, and delivered it to the parsonage. It was actually nice, and I liked it. But my point? I didn’t get the chance to shop and select.

I prayed for the day I’d be able to have my own home with my personal choices of furniture.

Our first owned home came seventeen years after marriage, and we are currently in our fourth one. Today I have a beautiful home with my selections!  We have lived in four parsonages owned by churches and four we bought.

I’m thankful God heard my prayers of long ago. He told me to wait. He said it would happen, but I didn’t believe Him! I thought I was destined to never have beautiful things from my personal selection.

I don’t know why He times events the way He does, but I know the waiting from all the yesterdays made me more appreciative of today.

Gay on Amazon

Monday, April 14, 2025

Nature's Wonders

 


 

Nature’s Wonders

Years ago, I produced a video, Psalms from the Mountains. This film contained audio Scripture and traditional hymns.  My motto was "Sharing His Creation."

I remember with joy the euphoria I experienced as I rode with a film crew through vistas in Canada, Hawaii, and Texas. They were all beautiful beyond description. God has done amazing work with this place He calls Earth.  As I followed the crew, I beheld a dazzling scene, and I said aloud, “God, have You seen this?”

And then I laughed. I think He did, too. Of course He saw it on that day with me, but He created it eons ago, and He must have enjoyed it then as well.

Studies have been done on the effects of nature to our wellbeing. Most of us spend our days on the computer, and we miss the benefits of outdoors.

The colors of nature can enhance our cognitive abilities, elevate our moods, and reduce stress. The lowering of blood pressure is another benefit.

I live in Houston, and it is brutally hot in the summer, so I don’t enjoy leaving my house. As I write this, it is spring, and the weather is beautiful. I’ve increased my walks.


I've been sitting on the porch.


I'm remembering my trips through the mountains.





Gazing at my many pictures of Texas bluebonnets.


Do I feel guilty for doing nothing?

I fight the guilt. In truth, I’m doing something. I’m listening to my body. I’m relaxing, healing, and I’m thanking God for giving the beauty around me. And I can do this from the comfort of home. There is beauty here, too. Tall trees. Blue sky. Birds chirping. Green grass. Colorful flowers.

Take a few minutes to breathe in His Creation.

Gay on Amazon

Friday, February 14, 2025

Galveston Time


From our hotel balcony.

 Hubby and I made a trip to Galveston to see the Glenn Miller Orchestra. 

As a child, I listened to my aunt's recordings of the band's renditions. I played the song, "In the Mood" over and over. It sounded happy to me.

The band we saw in Galveston was excellent. They were not the original group, of course, but they were as good as the first assembly of musicians. 

I bought the tickets in advance. I also made hotel reservations. We are about two hours from Galveston, and we didn't want to return late at night, so we stayed over. Besides, a stay in Galveston is always lovely. I enjoy gazing at the water, even if it is seldom blue. The Gulf of America/Mexico is always grey when I view it.

As we drove, heavy rain pelted us. We had to pull off the highway and wait a few minutes before we could see to drive on to our destination.

When one purchases tickets in advance, how does one know the weather? Right?


From the Internet.

We had planned to Uber from the hotel to the 1884 Grand Opera House in Galveston, but I don't know how to use the Uber app properly, so we drove our car instead.

This theater opened in 1895, but I suppose the founders planned it in 1894, thus the name, 1894 Opera House.

It is old, but it is filled with ambience. The audience must have been smaller than today's patrons. The leg room in the place was kin to that of an airplane.

We sat beside a couple who live in Galveston and hold season tickets. The lady told me they have looked all over the auditorium for the best leg room, but the seating in the place didn't have it.

Americans grow larger these days than they did in 1894.

I needed to trip to Galveston. As you know, if you read my blogs, our daughter lives in heaven now, but I continue to grieve.

If you have a chance to see and hear the Glenn Miller Orchestra, go! You will enjoy it. The movie, "The Glenn Miller Story" is a wonderful movie. It stars James Stewart and June Allyson.

On a different subject. My book, Sarah and the Angelic Magical Makeover is free today!  I wrote it, but when I read it, I still laugh. It's a feel good book.



Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Last Day to Save Money!

 

Sale Ends Today!
 
Sarah loves Christmas!
And she loves spending it in Texas. 
She's sad the season is coming to an end.
While in Texas for Christmas, she gets lost in a bizarre snow blizzard.
 Blizzards don't happen in Texas. 
Not normally, anyway. 
 Texans often wear shorts on Christmas Day.

Sarah is sent to comfort Emily. Her fiance broke off their engagement on the grandest of all holidays,  and the coward sent a police officer to Emily's work with a restraining order!
Sarah, being Sarah, decided to show the ofiicer a thing or two as he presented Emily with documents. 
Of course, hitting him in the head with an office stapler might not be a good idea, but she manages to scare the wits out of him.

How to help? She assumes the identity of an elderly woman and  proceeds to help. 
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God's angels don't goof up, but Sarah is an exception.





Sunday, December 22, 2024

Special Baby



Mary's Baby

Most mothers think their baby is the cutest, sweetest, and brightest baby ever born, and they believe their child will grow up to make a major contribution to the world.

If the mom holds athletics in her DNA, perhaps she dreams her baby will become another Tom Brady or a Michael Jordan. If the mom’s family is known for high IQs, she imagines her child will be another Einstein or Elon Musk. But present-day mothers can merely hope and fantasize about their baby’s destiny.

The Virgin Mary knew with certainty that her baby was special. An angel told her.

When the angel, Gabriel, told the virgin Mary she would have a baby boy, Gabriel also told the terrified teenage mother-to-be that her baby would be the Son of the Most High, would rule over the house of Jacob, and His rule would have no end. Luke 1:30.

No need for an ultrasound here. Mary received a Divine Revelation.

What was in Mary’s DNA to make this baby special?

She belonged to the tribe of Judah.

Other than her ancestry, Scripture doesn’t divulge why she found favor with God.

Did Gabriel tell Mary her son would die on the cross? Nope.  He didn’t reveal that.

Did Gabriel say, “And by the way, your heart will break as you watch your son die.” Nope. He left that out.

Did ole Gabe tell her how to raise this special child? Nope, nary a word.

That little teenage girl knew she carried a special baby, but like all mothers, she didn’t know the future. She was a mere mortal, chosen to live an astonishing life as a parent to a normal baby who really wasn’t normal. He was an ordinary baby, with typical infant needs, but He was also the Son of God.

How did Mary parent Him?

With love, affection, and discipline. That’s what mothers do.

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Sarah and a Texas Christmas

Wednesday, December 11, 2024

Angel in my Pocket

  

 

My dainty, crocheted, angel winked at me.

Honest! She did.

Her little, white, stitched face doesn’t have eyes like yours and mine. But I saw a sparkle where her eyes should be.

She has snowy hair, and so is mine, but her tresses were recently coifed by the sweet lady who crocheted her. Mine need a lot of help.

Her golden wings shine and never appear tarnished. Either this little angel is always perfect, or her wings are brand new. If she grows into someone like me. She’ll need to hoist down the halo/wings and polish them every day.

When she arrived, her note said she’s a pocket angel to be with me throughout the day.  She is a reminder that God is nearby.

She hasn’t gone to my pocket yet. She sits on my desk and leans against the computer screen. She sees me working away.

She knows when I’m sad. So, she winks at me, and I feel better.  Her tag reads, “I’m an ever-present guardian, a reminder of God’s love, and how He’s watching over us from somewhere up above.”

I write about an angel named Sarah, and I’ve named this little one who sits near me, “Sarah.” Unlike the Sarah at my desk, my Sarah is not a good, ever-present guardian. She’s Heaven’s Little Love Angel. She brings romance into the lives of earthlings who are her assignment.

But she makes a mess. In the end, she gets things straight, but not without a bit of help from someone in The Heavenlies. Her angel friends are always ready to pat her on the shoulder or give her words of wisdom and encouragement.

On Earth down here, we sometimes need a bit of help, and it’s a beautiful gift when one of our human friends extends kindness.

We can give a smile or word to those who sad.

Or if you know how to crochet, send a pocket angel.

 Sarah and a Texas Christmas

 

Thursday, November 14, 2024

A Post from the Past

 

 

 Shelley and I on a Bluebonnet Trip 


I wrote the article below on September 9, 2018. That was six years ago. At that time, our daughter was in the middle of her dementia journey. She completed her passage on October 26, 2024.

With emptiness, I go through my blog and my YouTube posts to find comfort from my own words.

Odd, isn’t it?  I find past thoughts and Scriptures I’ve shared now soothe me. I didn’t consider the idea of searching for my own words, but a friend did. She sent me links to the words I had written.

It is difficult to cheer up a grieving person, and who would think your own words could have an effect?

A few people said to me, “She gained her wings.” Or, “She’s an angel now.”

These are sweet statements, but they aren’t Biblical.

She is in heaven now, and she’s enjoying the angels. In the last days, before she left Earth, her eyes grew large. I’d ask, “Who do you see, Shelley? Do you see the angels?”

She never communicated one way or the other. I believe we can see into the supernatural, and she must have seen things she couldn’t talk about.

I’d love to see an angel for real and receive a message, but so far, I haven’t. However, as this article says, I have the Holy Spirit, and He is also known as the Comforter.

 

From Six Years Ago.

 

 Angel Powers



Angels can physically perform what the Holy Spirit can't. 

Beg your pardon? How's that?


The Holy Spirit lives within a person. An angel does not. Angels exist outside human bodies in the natural and supernatural realm.


Angels are God's messengers. They deliver God's communication in a direct, corporal way.  For instance: the Angel Gabriel appeared and gave news to a stunned Mary. He said something like, "Fear not, you'll be the virgin mother of Jesus." Shocking news, right?


Gabriel later appeared to Joseph, Mary's intended, in a dream, and after the birth of Jesus, a body of angels filled the skies one night and announced the arrival of the Messiah to shepherds.


So, they can talk to us. Another role of angels is that of guardian.


People have reported seeing angels use their protective skills, as in the case of Elisha.


"And Elisha prayed, 'Open his eyes, Lord that he may see,' They the Lord opened the servant’s eyes and he looked and saw the hill full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha."  NIV. 2 Kings 6:17.


Angels can perform physical acts, mighty things that the Holy Spirit can't, but they aren't around all the time to give communication or protection. The Holy Spirit is! 


Upon an acceptance of Jesus, we begin a relationship with Him. He sends His Spirit to dwell within our soul. The Holy Spirit brings us evidence of our connection to Jesus.


The Holy Spirit takes up residence and never leaves us. His purpose is to lead, teach, comfort, and convict us of sin.  He also helps us pray. He knows God's language and speaks to Him in words we don't know. He interprets our thoughts and needs to the Father. 

I write about Sarah, an angel, sent to help and communicate with humans. She's a chaotic, bumbling, lovable misfit, and she relates well to mortals. She's funny and makes you laugh. Like all angels, she's limited.

Not so with the Holy Spirit.

I may not always have an angel nearby, after all, Sarah has others to help besides me, but I'll always have His Spirit with me.

And I have my memories.


Here's my newest Sarah book. It came out a few months ago.


Sarah Stalks the Wrong Stalker

PBG Insider: Gay N. Lewis Introduces her "Sarah" series

Sarah at Christmas