Tuesday, April 3, 2018

The Way I See It.: Time Has Made A change

The Way I See It.: Time Has Made A change: Time makes a change in the old home place...That has been something I have heard all my life and only recently realized how true...

A Gift of Laughter
Three sets of dusty bare feet, and dirty faces,
Rambling the woods and a few other neat places.
We'd chase butterflies, catch frogs,
Caught dad not looking and teased the hogs.

Picked strawberries in the wild strawberry patch,
Waited for hours for baby chicks to hatch.
Went swimmin' in the ponds, creeks and streams,
Shared with each other our wishes and dreams.
Long days spent in the summer sun,
Working the fields, seeking our own kind of fun.
Sad memories of childhood is not what I'm after,
But remembering those days as, "A Gift of laughter."
Mary Frances King`

Sunday, March 18, 2018

There is something about LATE SUMMER/EARLY FALL DAYS that makes a person come alive, the sounds are more intense, the colors more vivid, and the warm sunshine brings healing to the body and spirit.
On a warm windless day, when I am working in my yard, I can hear a church bell in the nearby town when it rings at the noon hour. Ever so faintly, it chimes. It reminds me of Sunday mornings in the past when every Church from miles around rang the bells calling everyone to get ready and come to God’s House. I miss the bells and I wish the day would come when Churches once again rang them on Sunday morning. However, I suppose that is only a dream because many of the churches have done away with the church bell. The older churches that still have one have neglected them for years and the newer buildings didn’t think it was necessary to install one. They are considered outdated.

The sunshine on a fall day feels like an arm of friendship wrapped around my shoulders, like a face of affection pressed to mine. All from my “more than friend,” He is my Father, and I can always feel the touch of His handclasp tightly holding mine.
So, I am ready for a new season of beauty to my countryside in the vast array of colors that come with autumn, or the pure white during a winter snowfall that calls for a long winter nap… and all these gifts are treasured love notes from God.
Mary Frances King~

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Quiet Things

Autumn is a time of quiet things and there is such loveliness in distant sounds. I find so many of the lovely things in life are quiet; the red glowing embers of a warm fire on the hearth on a cool autumn evening, a sunset I discovered in all its glory as I raise my eyes toward the sky at the close of the day; dew sparkling at dawn, restful and refreshing. Early morning sunrise awakening the day reminding us yesterday has only become a memory; a rosebud tenderly and slowly opening its pedals; a weeping willow tree offering a shade beneath its graceful boughs as they swing back and forth like opening arms asking for a silent hug.

Yet none of these things is lovelier than an understanding look, a gentle smile of a friend from across the room; a handclasp without words,  or a prayer whispered silently to the Father, "In quietness and confidence shall be thy strength."

I hope you take the time today to remind yourself, there is beauty in quiet things....
Mary Frances King~

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Winter Turns to Spring

Although it has not been a very cold winter here in my home state, it has been a long winter and I am eager for spring. I’m tired of seeing bare trees and lifeless brown leaves covering the ground. I long to see spring flowers poke through the greening grass and watch the woods come to life once more.

Yet, even as I anticipate my favorite season, I hear my mother’s voice saying, “Don’t wish your life away Mary Frances.”

If you’re like me, you sometimes hear yourself saying, “When such and such happens, then I will . . . or, If only so and so would do this, then I would do that . . . or, I would be happy if . . . or, I will be satisfied when . . .”

In longing for some future good, we forget that every day—regardless of the weather or our circumstances—is a gift from God to be used for His glory.

We are where we need to be and learning what we need to learn. So, stay the course because the things we experience today will lead us to where God needs us to be tomorrow.

In every season, there is a reason to rejoice and an opportunity to do well (Eccl. 3:12). The challenge for each of us every day is to find something to rejoice about and find a place where we can do some good—and then do both.

Just as the winter turns to spring, 
our lives have changing seasons too;
            So when a gloomy forecast comes,
            Remember—God has plans for you. —     

Every season brings a reason to rejoice.

 Perhaps the sweetest day of all the days is that upon which we hear a wild rumor faintly whispered in the winds of March; a hint that spring is here. Warm days come and then just as quickly are gone again… The idle gossiping of the birds in the trees stops and frost returns to the slightly greening grass. Spring indeed!  We say through chattering teeth…Who started such a rumor?

Then, suddenly, the golden daffodil that had been sleeping is once again resurrected  and bringing new life as it does a waltz with the breeze in the warm sunshine …bringing a reminder of God’s promise of life everlasting.

 The saints in prayer appear as one in word and deed and mind,

Where with the Father and the Son, sweet fellowship they find.

Prayer is made by man alone -the Holy Spirit pleads,
And Jesus on His eternal throne, for sinners
 ~Mary Frances King

Sunday, January 15, 2017

This Land is My Land

Kentucky is my land. It is neither southern, northern, eastern, nor western, it is the core of America.

Mr. Jesse Stuart once said, "If the United States could be called a body, Kentucky would be its heart." I totally agree with that.
I was not the one to pick where I was born, but my choice would still have been Kentucky.
And if I could have chosen wind to breathe, I would have chosen Kentucky wind with the scent of cedar, pinetree needles, Green tobacco leaves, pawpaw, persimmon, and sassafras fragrance that fills the Kentucky air.
If I could have chosen the spot in Kentucky I would still have chosen Parksville Knob to be the place where I was born. Where four generations of my people have lived, and died on that mile high Knob. It was here I grew from childhood; a place where I first saw Kentucky light creep over the hilltop and breathed the  Kentucky air into my lungs until my adulthood, and even until now. It was in these hills I first heard the call of the whip-o-will, the caw of the crow, and the sound of nature creeping through the hills and hollows as night falls.
I followed the little streams that flowed over rocks between the high hills as skillful as an Indian child- and in the summer just as brown skinned as one.
I ran wild over the rock-rimmed hills enjoying this land of creeks and forests and running through the fields and valleys scratching my legs on the sawbriers and wild roses.
I enjoyed the four seasons,but if I could I would have by-passed winter and just divided those days equally with spring, summer, and fall.
Yes, Kentucky was and is my land...My home!

Thursday, October 27, 2016

A Healing Jesus

Autumn brings me days of mixed feelings…There are days when my heart is heavy remembering family and friends that are no longer with me; and there are days when I am so happy preparing (in my mind) for the holidays coming up.
 Daydreaming is a wonderful pastime, but if our dreams are to become a reality, we must not stop at dreaming. We must set to work building brick by brick our joy for today and faith for tomorrow.
I have been working on a Christmas program for my church this year, and I have spent a lot of time thinking of the birth, life and death, of Jesus. How I would love to be able to see through my own eyes what it was really like back then when Jesus walked the roads and into the villages.
     Can you imagine what would happen today if Jesus came back to earth as a preacher, wandering through the villages, healing the sick, giving sight and ears to the blind and deaf, and raising the dead? What a stir of excitement Jesus must have caused during His time here on earth! How people must have flocked around Him, following Him around the countryside, amazed at His miraculous ways.
     Doubtless, He would have to preach the same message today as He did all those many years ago. For human nature probably has not changed that much. He would still have to combat with skepticism and prejudice people. “Be not afraid, only believe,” He said.   
What do you think would happen today if Jesus stopped a funeral along the road to the cemetery and brought back life to a dead child right before the eyes of the parents?
     One day, these things will fall upon the believer, bringing sight back to blind eyes, repairing  ears that are broken,  crushing cancer and other diseases, and the lame will walk again…
     Just imagine the love with which Christ would have in His eyes as he looked upon the multitude that approached Him with their sick, afflicted, and the dead –Imagine the love He must have shown them for trusting Him enough and having enough faith to bring their sick and lay them at the feet of Jesus!
     It is true that if Jesus should walk the roads and paths today there would be scoffers following him or breaking through the crowd just to see if this Man was real and looking for a chance to use Him as a source of entertainment.   
We, in this generation stand in need of great faith. Man cannot offer a cure for what our present sin sick world holds. Only the “Great Physician” can give us a healing peace in our land.
Mary King~

The Way I See It.: Time Has Made A change

The Way I See It.: Time Has Made A change : Time makes a change in the old home place...That has been something I have heard all my life and...