Sunday morning service was opened with music by the band then prayer requests and prayer, Sister Tillie Fowler brought the beautiful special.
Brother Roberts brought the message from Daniel 3:17, “God Is Able.”
Sunday evening was our Fourth Sunday Singing. We enjoyed several hymns then several beautiful special songs.
We are glad to hear that Arleen Heningsen and Chesney Dawn Gardner are home from the hospital and doing well.
We send prayers for the Curby Welch family in the loss of Curby and the Cindy Fitzgerald family.
On Tuesday, Delmar and I went out to Vern and Kathleen Deatherage’s cabin and sat outside by the campfire. It was a beautiful night and we watched the water shimmering with moonlight.
Vern and Kathleen Deatherage made a week long trip to Las Vegas by way of New Mexico where they picked up her dad then went on to Las Vegas where they enjoyed a family reunion with Kathleen’s entire family and just missing her mother who passed away a few years ago. This was the first time they had all been together in 25 years. Vern and Kathleen returned home on Monday.
We got word that Delmar’s brother, Marvin Rosseau, was in the hospital in Yakima, Washington. He spent the night in the hospital and went home the next day. He is doing fine now.
On Wednesday, I went by and got my daughter, Bevy Moore and we attended the service for Cindy Fitzgerald.
Stacie, Mahayla, Miley and Lucas Hamby came to visit on Wednesday. We always enjoy their visits.
On Friday, Donna Bannister and I went to Ozark and met Becky Carter. Donna got her hair cut and styled then the three of us went out for dinner. I sure enjoy spending time with my daughters.
On Saturday, Delmar and I went to Sparta and watched the parade for Persimmon Days. We then went on to Ozark and did some shopping.
On Sunday, Nora Hunsaker, Lee Williams, Vern and Kathleen Deatherage and Chris came for lunch. After lunch we picked Possum grapes along our fence then Kathleen and I pulled them off the stems and got the juice ready for making jelly.
On Monday, Kathleen Deatherage came down and we made 14 ½ pints of wild grape jelly.
Until next week, remember, “Life in a box is not where God is.”