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~

Saturday, June 25, 2016

June in Kentucky

This week has been one of those quiet weeks in June; it is the kind of week I like when summer comes to our hills and valleys here in Kentucky. It is the time when the freshness of the morning dew gives way to the afternoon heat. It is a time when thundershowers are welcome and the trees sway in the breeze. Even flowers boast in their brightest apparel. The geraniums show off their red and white dresses, petunias raise their multi-colored faces and give the world their biggest smile and day lilies in shades of yellow, orange and gold, dance a happy jig in the evening breeze.
June is a happy month. Kindness seems to leak out at the Farmer’s Market as the smells of fresh fruits and vegetables become the backdrop for cheery discussions. Ladies sharing their favorite recipe of fruit pies, and the ole’ gents tell what their secret is to growing a bountiful supply in their gardens.
My morning walk is a time of quietness; only my footsteps break the silence as I slowly walk along the street with my little companion happily strutting along beside me. Even the birds have become silent as they nest among the trees. Only thing that seems to be stirring at all is the true pioneer of the sky the sneaky hawk as he makes a wide circle high up and   is playing a “cat and mouse” game with a timid rabbit that is hiding in the underbrush. 
 I stop to rest and watched my neighbor’s elderly calico cat snoozing in a chair on the front porch. I stood there for a while and listened to the sound of the tree music. There is nothing quite like the music I hear as the breeze hits each note on the leaves of the trees. Such a peaceful melody instills in me an appreciation for the glory and wonder of God’s marvelous creation.  
I think it is amazing how a tiny little seed grows just where God wants it. We can plant them but only God can make them grow. And it makes me think about growing things –and about faith.
When Jesus taught His disciples using the parable of the sower, He used an object familiar to them –the seed. Everybody knew about seeds. They planted them, watered them, cultivated them, and then waited for them to grow. Jesus said that God’s word was a lot like the seed.  It falls upon the soil of our hearts and depending on the condition of that soil it takes root and grows. Sometimes the soil is hard and unyielding. Other times the soil nurtures the seed for a little while, then because the soil is shallow and full of weeds the sprouted seed withers and dies. But then, Jesus talked about good soil. This soil produces healthy and abundant plants.
I looked again at the beauty around me. My neighbors had beautiful plants growing in pots on their porch, in flowerbeds around their homes, and in window boxes. They have tenderly cared for them, watered them, and put them where they would get just the right sunshine. Now, their little seeds have produced a beautiful rainbow of love.
When we hear of the good seed of God’s word through good preaching and our own Bible study, we each have a choice. Will it fall on a hard heart- soil, sucked dry by the concerns of today and be cracked and dusty, will it spring up quickly to wither and die away, or will it fall on good soil and grow strong to bloom with faith.

It is here in my Kentucky home that God has planted me in my summit of contentment – in June’s kind and gentle ways…

Thursday, April 7, 2016



  Most of my family is well aware of my love for wildflowers. To me, there is nothing any more beautiful than a field full of daisies blowing in the breeze, or in the spring, a hillside covered with Red bud and Dogwood trees in full bloom. I love the sweet little wild violets that stand as tall as their dainty plant will allow them to stand and proudly show off their lacy blooms of purple and white.

The week before Easter, my grandson Justin came and worked in our “Memory Flower Garden” the one we have dedicated to Papa. He promised to come back when the weather gets warmer to finish the one we have started for Grandma Martha and Uncle Glen. However, the winter will not go away. We plan to put some wildflowers in this garden. Especially Morning glories because they were Grandma Martha’s favorite and she always had them climbing up the post of her porch…

 Just after my husband died my little dog and I was walking and I was pouring out my heart to Jesus. And He began showing me what a glorious scene He had created for me to be in with Him: the sun was shining on us, the birds were singing over us, and we were walking along a path that cut through a small valley near my home. The field was full of wildflowers. Different species and colors.

I felt impressed to stop and really look at all the wildflowers in front of me, to meditate on God’s creation and it was almost as if I could hear Jesus speaking to me:

“Do not worry about your life… Walk into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They don’t fuss with their appearance—but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? Solomon in all his glory looks shabby alongside them. If I give such attention to the wildflowers, most of them never even seen by a living soul don’t you think I’ll care even more for you?”

There were so many colorful wildflowers!  And they were there because God wanted them there. No person had planted them. God sent breezes and birds to scatter seeds and he sent rain and sun and grew the flowers. Thousands of people drove by not far from this little valley every day but could not see the beautiful Flower garden God had planted. Still, He cared for it. Did He do it just for me? Did He know that one day I would pass by here heartbroken over the death of my husband and did He have it planned just for my eyes only?

Then God showed me a single daisy surrounded by thousands of other flowers. No one has ever laid eyes on that flower before –this wild flower did not stand out and it was not special. But I appreciated that flower! It was beautiful to me!  God only gave it to me as a special reminder of His love-and to let me know that He was taking care of me!

I often thank God for that walk in the valley and I remind myself to bloom where I am planted for God – even if no one else seems to notice. That’s okay. Because my Father in heaven notices me lovingly and  I can hold my head high and smile just like that little daisy was smiling in his sunshine!

Winter Turns to Spring