The Angel Flies

Angels can be anywhere and can be anybody – isn’t that so?

I mean the Bible (NASB) says in Hebrews 13:2, “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.”

My daughter is a stranger to many and at times, even to me.  I ponder, who is this child with such a thirst and hunger for “God’s Word?”  On occasion she had corrected my meaning of His word.

She seems to get irritable knowing things about the Bible that I don’t.  Me? I just marvel at her heavenly knowledge.  Which of course makes me delve deeper into the Word.

From a very young age I had bought her books, some illustrated, about stories in the Bible. Also purchased were some of the sixty-six separate books of the big Bible. They were paperbacks read and reread countless times. Stephanie’s favorites of the books purchased were Genesis and Samuel and I answered her questions as well as I could.

But then, she was told to read them over again and again because they were alive with God’s teachings. “The Living Bible,” always fresh, new and yes…exciting.

“You will usually get a different way of looking at the same problem. I always did and I still do.”

But I ask you…was it any wonder that those books were her favs?    I think not because there is much action taking place.  In Genesis it all began. The universe was formed and there were seven days of creation taking place. Man was created.  Woman was made from man. The Garden of Eden, and we’re all familiar with what happened there.  Cain and Abel – Noah’s Ark – the Flood – the flood subsides and:

 Then Noah built an altar to the Lord, and took of every clean animal and of every clean bird and offered burnt offerings on the altar. 21 The Lord smelled the soothing aroma; and the Lord said to Himself, “I will never again curse the ground on account of man, for the intent of man’s heart is evil from his youth; and I will never again destroy every living thing, as I have done.

22 “While the earth remains,
Seed-time and harvest,
And cold and heat,
And summer and winter,
And day and night
Shall not cease.

 

All of that took place during the first eight chapters of the fifty chapter book. You have the rainbow in nine. Ten gives the descendants of Noah and as you get deeper into the book you’ll read about Abram (Abraham) and his son Ishmael born of the maidservant and Isaiah born of Sarah his wife.  Abram’s journey to Egypt – Joseph’s story…oh there is just so much in that one book!

I am reading it again even as I write these words and, oh my goodness…it feels like the first time. The book is entertaining.  Best of all, it is all true.

And another true event is Thanksgiving.  Stephanie flew to New York via Chicago to spend this week with her mother.  She made it safely because I was sent photos.

 

 

 

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Don’t say, “I can’t”

How often do we say, “I can’t?”

In Christ, “We can” because He strengthens us, but we need to depend on Him and pray for His strength.

Phil 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

I had an, “I can do anything,” attitude in my younger days until I reached age 34 and was in that great car accident! I escaped death physically, but my confidence was laid to rest. My confidence was no more, but neither was my hubris.

Most physical capabilities were taken but in their place came new ways to compensate. I was the type of guy who emphasized physical adeptness, agility, and quickness as being male. According to my one-time friend, I was considered the coolest and toughest kid in school. God put an easy fix to that problem and after being humiliated a few times, I came to the realization that I could no longer fight. My punch had all the ferocious sting of a mighty fly. I stopped fighting.

I could make a, “Bullseye” anytime on a dartboard and even made money doing so. I played the game 301 on the dartboard and doubling out was the only way to win…no problem I was always the first one out and thus the winner. I had cool control around a “Crap Table” or at a card game.

God, caught my attention in such a way that I had to listen – and poof – my finesse and dexterity were gone.  I was unable to beat the bookie…the answer, quit gambling.

My wife being named my guardian, and taking all financial gains made over those 16 years, took our children, moved and did not tell me where. I hated myself and was convinced I could not make it any longer, but I persevered.

He blessed me with a new family but after 2 years new wife couldn’t understand my spending most hours with our daughter who’d been diagnosed with autism.

Autism is a developmental disability that affects how a person communicates with and relates to other people. It also affects how they make sense of the world around them. It is a spectrum condition. This means that, while all people with autism share certain difficulties, their condition will affect them in different ways. I admit there were nights spent reading her stories, day times potty-training and reading and teaching her how to speak, and how to use PECS (In our world, P is for PECS). PECS stands for Picture Exchange Communication System and was a huge part of our lives.

Because most autistic kids need order in their lives the PECS were used to show her what would happen next. For example; Putting her to bed at night was next to impossible; she would scream, cry, stiffen like a board and have a total meltdown. With the use of PECS and Velcro we were able to show her the procedure for going to bed…pictures showing that you go to the bathroom – wash face and hands – brush teeth – say goodnight and finally the PECS showed a kid sleeping.

It was like a miracle! The first night…she was shown the sequence of events of going to bed and that was it. There was no crying. I would take her to the bathroom and after she went, I washed her up and brushed her teeth. She then kissed Mom & Dad goodnight and happily and immediately went to sleep.

Getting her involved with other kids at childhood learning center and helping her with the different therapies that had helped me with my disability involved a lot of time. Anytime we rode in the car I repeated things over & over to her until she had them memorized, her phone number and address.

I had her riding a school bus at 3 years old…not because the school was so far away (it was just across the street) but to help her integrate with others. At her school they would work with different textures, PECS, and so on.

God gave me another family and okay, so it’s not perfect. Neither am I perfect. God’s Word and I raised Stephanie. God filled me with love for this child and gave me another chance and managed to keep me busy in doing so. https://www.pinterest.com/steverichie01/autism/…

I told myself many times since the wonderful wreck that gave me a new and exciting lease on life, “I can’t do anything any more.”  That attitude kept me down. Though I am unable to do things  quickly or as precisely as before, God, has shown me how to compensate and do once again.  Yes, there truly is a God the Father, God the Son & God the Holy  Spirit.

Donald Dill Very well put Steve. Thanks for sharing this. Makes me stop and be more appreciative of all Gods blessings in my life. Also good insight into some of the things you have successfully worked through and succeeded.
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Thanks for the vote of confidence, Don. You are a good friend who befriended me even though my condition is mostly deplorable, thanks buddy.
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Elizabeth DillElizabeth Dill Steve you are a wonderful person and have done an outstanding job raising Stephanie. Joshua 1:9 is the verse I always go to when I feel like I can’t! Our love Don and Liz.
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Thank you Liz…Joshua 1:9 “Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.” That verse is a beautiful reassurance and I thank you for your tremedous comment!
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Renee BilyeuRenee Bilyeu I’m impressed by you Stevie. Your attitude is something in which I had. Thanks for sharing this. It touched my heart.
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Thank you, Renee, but you know as well as anyone that we all have troubles. I’m actually grateful for that car wreck because it did save me. Have a nice evening.
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Donna Evans Smith
Donna Evans Smith Stevie you may not jump as high as you did before accident but your courage and drive to raise Stephaine and show her she do anything she puts her mind to do your are a blessing to lots of people glad to call you a friend
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hank you for your kind words, Donna. You are absolutely correct in saying, “You may not be able to jump as high as you did before…” Truth is I can’t even jump, well okay, maybe an inch or two. But you know, it is much easier to deal with losses of self, with God in my life. I’m happy to be friends with you because I can respect you, and I do.
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Pat Gresafe
Pat Gresafe God Bless you Steve you turned out very well and you are doing a great job raising Steph

 

Thanks Pat, I take that as a compliment because you undoubtedly remember me prior to the car accident. We have no idea what the future holds but with God on our side we are stronger.
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God’s Miraculous Ways

Such a Good Year, 2015

Feeling sorry for myself I once asked Dad“Why can’t I have a miracle?”

Without hesitation he fired back, “You did have a miracle Steve… you lived.”

I was embarrassed. But what I had gone through at that point in time, living didn’t feel like a miracle, and it sure didn’t feel great to be alive.

I had to endure many more years of being alive before I was shown such wonderful peace and joy in 2015. And I can guarantee you it wasn’t through drugs or alcohol that enabled my serene attitude or spirit.

Dad’s words haunted me because I felt so small and pitiful at the time. The remainder of the ride home was quiet. I was so busy, as I’m sure Dad was also, trying to think of something to say. Though, words were no longer adequate.

I knew I should be happy to be alive; none will listen or care that inside I wanted to die. Oh, I didn’t want to die from the pain of the accident for I never thought of that as painful and I enjoyed working hard at the different therapies just to be able to stand, utter a word, or roll a ball to its target – I never missed one session.

Those days of happiness came to an end when I received a phone call at the stationary phone (remember those) up the hall from my shared room at the nursing home.

“Steve, you have a phone call,” the night-shift nurse said.

Right away I asked, “Who is it?” As if they would know.

“I don’t know…it’s a female.”

The phone was in the empty room across from the crowded and hazy, smoker’s lounge, “Hello,” I said.

“Steve…I saw an attorney today.” Those words coming from a wife could only mean one thing for us cripples.

I slammed the phone down wheeled around and began slapping my wheels all the way back to my room where I raised myself up and hurled my limp body onto the bed. There I stayed, wanting to squeeze or hit something. I started to get the crawls and I couldn’t do anything to release the anger.

Then one evening a few days later some Christians came to the nursing home where I was & asked if I knew Jesus Christ, I got angry.

I said, “Yeah, but I don’t believe in Him anymore! Don’t talk to me! I mean look at me – I’m a freak! My wife took my kids and left. I am useless I can’t even walk! My right side’s paralyzed. What will I do? You can have your God!”

Yes, I was cloaked in self pity. He really did it to me…in a crash that nearly ended my life, and in a nursing home at age 34 what else could possibly happen? I was soon to find out.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” somebody once said and truer words have never been spoken.

A few weeks earlier I had given her guardianship over me. Everything had been taken that, together, had been accumulated over the last sixteen years. At the time, I was all – you know – “How could she do that to me?”

But now after raising a child myself, I condemn myself for my out of control gambling. I had gambled away most of our savings. I was behind on the house payment. I apologize to you, Nancy, for letting you down.

I contemplated what I could do to earn some money because even my first, paltry check from SSDI had been conned from me, by Nancy. Those things happened from 1989 through the early 90’s mainly. Then I had a period of growth both with my daughter’s who had been taken from me and financially as my small dabbling in the stock market was beginning to show real gains.

In ’92 I began seeing my girls again. Then my eldest needed a place to live…she needed a whole new beginning on life. We got her a job as a cashier at a local gas/convenience store. I let her live with me rent free for six months.

Seven months down the road and I could not support us anymore. I used up all the monies earned in the stock market. Broke again and with nothing. I found her a place renting the newly remodeled basement of my friend’s house. That proved to be one of the worst mistakes of my life.

But God hadn’t finished shaping me into who, or what I was created to be. Close friends began calling me – Job – because of the bad & evil things complicating my already disrupted life.

You know what I found out? God gives out many blessings and miracles daily. I know God exists because He gives so freely. And He is a loving God – an AWESOME, loving God.

An example: in September of 2002 I stopped smoking after 37 years of at least a pack a day. I was in the Philippines where they could be purchased for .25 a pack so it wasn’t the money. It was my time to quit and God knew that. I could never have done it on my own.

I prayed to Him the night before quitting and made a vow. I promised to never smoke again, but asked Him to please take away the desire. I never said “If” you take away… This was not a game that I was playing. I woke in the morning with no urge. He has made it so easy for me…patch humph! I have been smoke free since that day in September all those years ago and I don’t dare break that vow nor do I have a desire to.

New Living Translation (NLT)… Ecclesiastes 5:4-5 When you make a promise to God don’t delay in following through, for God takes no pleasure in fools. Keep all the promises you make to him. 5 It is better to say nothing than to make a promise and not keep it.

2016 I believe, will be a year of jubilee for me! I made a decision to move to the great, “Show Me State,” with my daughter Stephanie and good things began happening once the move was made.

Nixa won out over Charleston, South Carolina and Tucson, Arizona. The main reason was because of Nixa’s wonderful school system.

Stephanie melded into the new school district with seemingly little effort and is an “A”student and is also on the, “Honors English” program. She loves the fact that most kids in the area are Christian.
I was asked this question by my daughter (as one of her first homework assignments) “Are you a Creationist or an evolutionist?”
“That’s a no-brainer,” I said, “A creationist.”
She gave our (hers was the same as mine) reply to the teacher, “We are Creationists.”
Stephanie’s remark to me at home later in the day is what we found so miraculous – “26 out of 29 kids answered the same as us, Dad. “
“Those numbers would be flip-flopped in liberal Minnesota,” I said. Stephanie has many more friends here because of her Christian beliefs and not in spite of those beliefs.
My sister once warned me not to move where we had no family, but hey, we have a solid church family at Riverdale so our family is here – a definite blessing.
“This was a great Christmas,” Stephanie said “Because of the friends that visited. And the delicious dinner they brought over, and the gifts”
Carroll has been a blessing to Stephanie and I for introducing us to Riverdale and to Mel & Joyce and for her friendship.
Things to be grateful for this 2015

  • A Bible believing church
  • A life free of government interference
  • A life with no admonishment for speaking conservative ideology
  • A life free from political correctness
  • A life nearly free of freezing temps here in Nixa and a warm population.
  • Great friends

God melted the hubris from my soul and molded this once sure person into a humble, soft, peace-loving man and it is with great anticipation we will embrace 2016…

Happy New Year Everybody!

God’s Miraculous Ways

Such a Good Year – 2015

Feeling sorry for myself I once asked Dad“Why can’t I have a miracle?”

Without hesitation he fired back, “You did have a miracle Steve… you lived.”

I was embarrassed.  But what I had gone through at that point in time, living didn’t feel like a miracle, and it sure didn’t feel great to be alive.

I had to endure many more years of being alive before I was shown such wonderful peace and joy in 2015.  And I can guarantee you it wasn’t through drugs or alcohol that  enabled my serene attitude or spirit.

Dad’s words haunted me because I felt so small and pitiful at the time.  The remainder of the ride home was quiet.  I was so busy, as I’m sure Dad was also, trying to think of something to say.  Though, words were no longer adequate.

I knew I should be happy to be alive; none will listen or care that inside I wanted to die. Oh, I didn’t want to die from the pain of the accident for I never thought of that as painful and I enjoyed working hard at the different therapies just to be able to stand, utter a word, or roll a ball to its target –  I never missed one session.  

Those days of happiness came to an end when I received a phone call at the stationary phone (remember those) up the hall from my shared room at the nursing home.  

“Steve, you have a phone call,” the night-shift nurse said.

Right away I asked, “Who is it?” As if they would know.

“I don’t know…it’s a female.”

The phone was in the empty room across from the crowded and hazy, smoker’s lounge, “Hello,” I said.

“Steve…I saw an attorney today.”  Those words coming from a wife could only mean one thing for us cripples.

I slammed the phone down – wheeled around – began slapping my wheels all the way back to my room where I raised myself up and hurled my limp body onto the bed.  There I stayed, wanting to squeeze or hit something.   I started to get the crawls and I couldn’t do anything to release the anger.  

Then one evening a few days later some Christians came to the nursing home where I was & asked if I knew Jesus Christ, I got angry.

I said, “Yeah, but I don’t believe in Him anymore! Don’t talk to me! I mean look at me – I’m a freak!  My wife took my kids and left.  I am useless I can’t even walk!  My right side’s paralyzed.  What will I do?  You can have your God!”  

Yes, I was cloaked in self pity. He really did it to me…in a crash that nearly ended my life, and in a nursing home at age 34 what else could possibly happen? I was soon to find out.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” somebody once said and truer words have never been spoken.  

A few weeks earlier I had given my wife guardianship over me.  Everything had been taken that, together, had been accumulated over the last sixteen years.  At the time, I was all – you know – “How could she do that to me?”

But now after raising a child myself, I condemn myself for my, out of control gambling.  I had gambled away most of our savings.  I was behind on the house payment.  I apologize to you, Nancy, for letting you down.

I contemplated what I could do to earn some money because even my first, paltry check from SSDI had been conned from me, by Nancy.  Those things happened  from 1989 through the early 90’s. Then I had a period of growth both with my daughter’s who had been taken from me, and financially as my small dabbling in the stock market was beginning to show real gains.

In ’92 I began seeing my girls again.  Then my eldest needed a place to live…she needed a whole new beginning on life.  We got her a job as a cashier at a local gas/convenience store.  I let her live with me rent free for six months.  

Seven months down the road and I could not support us anymore.  I used up all the monies earned in the stock market. Broke again and with nothing.  I found her a place renting the newly remodeled basement of my friend’s house.  That proved to be one of the worst mistakes of my life.

But God hadn’t finished shaping me into who, or what I was created to be.  Close friends began calling me – Job – because of the bad & evil things complicating my already disrupted life.  

You know what I found out? God gives out many blessings and miracles daily. I know God exists because He gives so freely.  And He is a loving God – an AWESOME, loving God.   

An example:  in September of 2002 I stopped smoking after 37 years of at least a pack a day. I was in the Philippines where they could be purchased for .25 a pack so it wasn’t the money. It was my time to quit and God knew that.   I could never have done it on my own.

I prayed to Him the night before quitting and made a vow.  I promised to never smoke again, but asked Him to please take away the desire.  I never said “If” you take away… This was not a game that I was playing.  I woke in the morning with no urge.  He has made it so easy for me…patch humph!  I have been smoke free since that day in September all those years ago and I don’t dare break that vow nor do I have a desire to.

New Living Translation (NLT)… Ecclesiastes 5:4-5 When you make a promise to God don’t delay in following through, for God takes no pleasure in fools. Keep all the promises you make to him. 5 It is better to say nothing than to make a promise and not keep it.

2016 I believe, will be a year of jubilee for me! I made a decision to move to the great, “Show Me State,” with my daughter Stephanie and good things began happening once the move was made.

Nixa won out over Charleston, South Carolina and Tucson, Arizona.  The main reason was because of Nixa’s wonderful school system.  

  • Stephanie melded into the new school district with seemingly little effort and is an “A”student and is also on the, “Honors English” program.  She loves the fact that most kids in the area are Christian.
  • I was asked this question by my daughter (as one of her first homework assignments) “Are you a Creationist or an evolutionist?”
  • “That’s a no-brainer,” I said, “A creationist.”
  • She gave our (hers was the same as mine) reply to the teacher, “We are Creationists.”
  • Stephanie’s remark to me at home later in the day is what we found so miraculous – “26 out of 29 kids answered the same as us, Dad. “
  • “Those numbers would be flip-flopped in liberal Minnesota,” I said. Stephanie has many more friends here because of her Christian beliefs and not in spite of those beliefs.
  • My sister once warned me not to move where we had no family, but hey, we have a solid church family at Riverdale so our family is here – a definite blessing.
  • “This was a great Christmas,” Stephanie said “Because of the friends that visited.  And the delicious dinner they brought over, and the gifts”  
  • Carroll has been a blessing to Stephanie and I for introducing us to Riverdale and to the angels…Mel & Joyce .

Things to be grateful for this 2015

  • A Bible believing church   
  • A life free of government interference
    • A life with no admonishment for speaking conservative ideology
    • A life free from political correctness
    • A life nearly free of freezing temps here in Nixa and a warm population.
    • Great friends

God melted the hubris from my soul and molded this once sure  person into a humble, soft, peace-loving man and it is with great anticipation we will embrace 2016…  

Happy New Year Everybody!

Friends

Who’ll Stop the Rain

Christmas was Friday.  And Stephanie enjoyed Christmas 2015 more than any other.  Our personable four person celebration included Mel & Joyce from our church family. I have been able to count on them for everything.  

Their kindness shown brightly when I called them to jump start my car and it was done promptly and with a smile, then again when they met me at the car dealership and we went to breakfast while I waited for the vehicle. After our breakfast at a neighboring restaurant Joyce made the offer to go inside the dealership and wait with me for the car.  I turned the offer down assuming the car would be all done.  

Apparently though, she knew how the dealerships worked around here…the car was not done.  I was only having the car washed – a job that was done automatically in Minnesota anytime the car was brought into the dealership…cost $30 here.  They couldn’t do the recall work because they didn’t have the right parts even though the recall notice had said the parts were in.  

On Thanksgiving morn it was Joyce that made us a turkey dinner with all the fixings and another dear friend, Carroll, brought the pie. Neither friend likes for me to have to go up or down the apartment stairs but I don’t mind too much.  To me, it’s better than having someone living above me and hearing their every step and creak in the floor.  And though I don’t need to be taken care of – it would seem that they have made it their job, for Stephanie’s sake as much as mine.

This morning the relentless store sales were in full swing though I doubt there were many customers…but I am usually wrong concerning shopping preferences.  The entire day has been cloudy and rainy with loud thunder boomers and unyielding lightning strikes.  During most of the day heavy rain pelted the windows and localized flooding is probable.  

We drove to church this morning and we could see from a distance on Riverdale Rd that the church parking lot was empty.  I surmised the reason was because of the rain which came down heavy at times and was non-stop for two days and counting.  I had debated with myself about going because flash-flooding was possible, but we were so close and we hadn’t a problem until getting near the church.  

Through the large puddles (small lakes) we traveled.  It was obvious the river had gone over its banks.  The normally dry fields were now swamp and pond-like.  We pulled up next to the greeter standing out in the rain and heard the news from him first hand…

“Pastor Jamie called it off today because he feared the riverbanks would widen to the church doors, or thereabout and didn’t want people trapped in their cars,” said the greeter.

I wondered why he didn’t get word out far ahead of starting time.   Joyce told me by text that he had given notice on their Facebook page and when we returned home Steph had checked her phone and her Sunday School teacher, Tami, had sent her a text at 9:33 this morning saying there would be no Sunday school today because of the rain.  Steph’s phone was not charged up and that’s why there was no message.  I am not a member (a trait gotten from Dad, “”Don’t join any clubs or groups”) but I think church is different.  

So this is winter in Missouri.  Dark the day long until evening comes…then it gets darker.  The rain is relentless in its falling at times being pelted from above.  

The darkness of the entire day and the constant rainfall reminds me of the Philippine typhoon, and so it goes…..

 

Riverdale’s 39th Annual Western Roundup

The Tommy Bilyeu Family in Concert

My daughter and I moved from Woodbury, Minnesota to Nixa, Missouri on the first day of July 2015. Nixa, a small town located just about six miles south of Springfield in the foothills of the Ozark Mountains has excellent schools and was the perfect move for the two of us.

Yesterday while on the way to her karate class Stephie tells me, “Dad, I just love my life here!”

Words that every parent yearns to hear, I think.

Since mid August we have been attending Riverdale Baptist Church at the invitation of our good friend, Carroll G. She told us that there are many fine churches in the area and told us the location of at least three.  The truth is, Stephanie loves Riverdale and wants to remain with their Sunday school and Wednesday evening groups; I enjoy the great Bible sermons, and I – well I have never felt closer to God than while sitting in one of their church pews.

Today Stephanie and I along with hundreds of others enjoyed a special treat, a concert by the talented Bilyeu family. The entire Bilyeu family had been blessed with awesome voices from Mama Bilyeu down to Tonya Bileu’s five-year old grandson and the many family members in between.

Riverdale's 39th Annual Western Roundup...people even arrive by horseback! The concert and feast that follows is so good!
Riverdale’s 39th Annual Western Roundup…people even arrive by horseback! The concert and feast that follows is so good!

Jamie Bilyeu Is the pastor of the church just as his late father Tommy was pastor before him. Tommy began the Western Roundup from a church in Springfield.  Jamie provides a solid, lower-tone euphony along with Mama and sisters.  He is also a blessed member of The Bilyeu Trio along with sister’s Tonya and Tammy.

Tammy Bilyeu is Stephanie’s Sunday school and Wednesday evening youth leader whom Stephanie adores.  Tammy is also a member of the Bilyeu Trio who incidentally hosted the event this year.  The harmony and balance of all family members are so strong that, I swear on a stack of Bibles, the angels of Heaven heard the glorious sounds.

Tonya’s singing of God’s Mountain (I can’t remember the exact title) but her singing of that song brought tears to my eyes when she sang of God being there even while we are in the valleys.  She is also a third of the family trio.

The band gave a superb performance, from the piano player to the violin player’s, Mandolin-playing son.

A man who has attended Riverdale all his life and is a relation of the Bilyeu family and is the comedian of the group and has a wonderful voice in his own right, sang a song called, “Oh Buddha” and following are the first verse and chorus …

Well, Old Buddha was a man and I’m sure that he meant well

But I pray for his disciples lest they wind up in hell

And I’m sure that old Mohammed thought he knew the way

But it won’t be Hare Krishna we stand before on The Judgment Day.

No, it won’t be old Buddha that’s sitting on the throne

And it won’t be old Mohammed that’s calling us home

And it won’t be Hare Krishna that plays that trumpet tune

And we’re going to see The Son not Reverend Moon!

All I can say is – What a grand performance and wonderful start to the week, bravo!               

The Tommy Bilyeu Family
The Tommy Bilyeu Family

Creationism or Evolution

I haven’t said this in many years – but life is grand! Stephanie had another great day at school.

Ozark Mtns. Lake Taneycomo in background.
Ozark Mtns. Lake Taneycomo in background.

She’s yet to have a bad one. We both love where we’re at! Sometimes a move can be just what the doctor ordered, if you know what I mean.

The lack of circulation on my half dead right side had me in a numbing freeze mode for more than six months of each year . I mean really, is that any way to live – ahem – survive? We were becoming stagnant in Minnesota because we weren’t required to do anything. We just had to cope daily with feeling insignificant in a land of more and more non-believers. Our city had become one of political correctness and where Christianity was becoming more of a nuisance than a solid belief.

Stephanie is loving twice weekly church and Sunday school. She is involved with every activity their youth group does. Her Nixa JH years are going to be fantastic, near as I can tell. It is pure joy when she comes home after school and remarks on her day!

Yesterday when she got home Stephanie exclaimed that twenty-six others in her class gave creationism as an answer to the earth’s beginning.  She had asked me that question the other night and was really surprised at how many believed the same.

She went…”Only six out of the whole class said it had to be evolution because the universe has been in place for billions of years.  That total would have been reversed in Minnesota.  However; Stephanie pointed out that God was the alpha and omega. He always was so he did create the universe billions of years ago and a thousand years is like one day to God.”

The ones who believed in evolution sad, “Yeah, but what about dinosaurs?”

I answered that question with a verse from the Bible. Job 40:15 “Look now at Behemoth, which I made as I made you; it eats grass like the ox.” Behemoth – dinosaur? And they’ve only been called dinosaurs since the 1930’s.” That’s my girl!

I always stress to her the importance of reading and knowing what you’re talking about – look it up. Something I forget to do sometimes, but then, on Facebook anyway my friend, Donna reminds me.

We went to Steph’s karate after we talked about that and after her supper. She is learning self defense, this time around, in the Kenpo style and says she learns even more moves

Her new Kenpo Karate uniform...August 2015
Her new Kenpo Karate uniform…August 2015

than in her tai kwon do training but now considers herself a, “Lethal lady.” She is thankful for both as one deals more with various kicks and leg movements and her Kenpo deals mostly with hand and arm situations.

When my time is up I’ll be able to go with confidence because of the physical and mental preparedness she has had.  My first girls were unprepared and definitely not ready for this mean old world when their mom kicked them out to fend for themselves when they were only fifteen years of age; I had no idea at the time.

Their Mom really went bonkers at the time that I was in that one-car rollover.  She wouldn’t allow me at our home to see the kids.  I was treated as a leper…a crazy man that she had guardianship over.  Once all belongings, home, cars, bank accounts, and the  credit cards had been taken out of our names and switched to her name only, she divorced me.  Within a year of that, shipped our youngest daughter off to be a housecleaning slave (Anna’s words) for her uncle in Texas.  He devastatingly abused her, verbally.  She never recovered from that.

The next time I saw the kids I didn’t recognize them, mentally.  Their cold, hard ways

Nancy and I circa 1987 - pre-accident.
Nancy and I circa 1987 – pre-accident.

shocked me, but I pretended not to notice giving the benefit of my doubts to their mother.  I could not and did not understand what had happened to everybody.  Though, I was not to say anything because I had suffered a traumatic brain injury and no longer knew anything…and if I did know something it would be forgotten within minutes and that was how their mother saw me and told others how I was.

And so it goes…but then my daughter Stephanie reminds me of how lucky I am and says,”Stop looking back, Dad.”  And so with eyes on forever brighter days ahead…Thanks Steph.