What The Heck is a Baldknobber?

Orginally, it was was a group of motivated vigilantes in the southern part of the state of Missouri, The group got its name from the grassy bald knob summits of the Ozark Mountains in the area. Today it’s a well-loved family show in Branson, Missouri! They have been singing, playing and joking for over 50 continuous years!

This past week, friends took us to experience the Baldknobbers Jamboree …..and we got the shock of our life!  The humor was funny and clean!  Their vocabulary had advanced beyond the typical four letter variety that we have become accustomed to.

images-11They saluted all five branches of the military service and asked the men and women to stand as the song for their particular branch was sung. It was inspiring to see people of all ages slowly stand and be acknowledged for their contribution to freedom. You could tell they were proud to have served but reluctant to accept the accolades lavished upon them.  It made us want to go and talk to every one of them and learn their story.

The show ended with the cast honoring GOD. Singing “How Great Thou Art” there was no doubt that these people (cast and audience alike) still believed in one nation under GOD.

We left that night knowing that not only did the entertainers do their best to put on a good show… but they lightened our  life with laughter, encouraged and appreciated individuals and humbled themselves before their Creator.

America is full of good, decent, hard working, GOD honoring people. They are so busy serving and contributing that they often go unnoticed. Encourage and support the people who encourage and support the people!




Pennies and Kisses and GODLY Parents

Lucyah and I just finished doing the presentation of Zacchaeus when we encountered two pure hearts.

He couldn’t have been more than 4 years old.

Carlston walked over to me with an outstretched arm and a clenched fist. He spread his fingers wide open, put his chin images-1down a little and raised his big beautiful eyes toward me. “This is for you,” he said. I took his three pennies and thanked him for his kindness. Immediately  I thought of the story in chapter 12 of Mark (The Widow’s Mite).

JESUS tells us she put in everything…..so did my young friend! Scripture tells us in 2 Corinthian 8  if the willingness is there, the gift is acceptable according to what one has, not according to what one does not have. GOD cares not about our physical giving but rather the intent of the heart.

imagesWhile I was being blessed by Carlston, a three year old had spotted Lucy in her first century garb. When she caught Lucy’s eye, Lucy smiled and waved at her and she waved back. Then, Lucy blew her a kiss and the little girl caught the kiss with her right hand. She then took the kiss and placed it in her heart. She then blew a kiss to Lucy who caught it and placed it in her heart!

Later that night after the Passion Play, Lucy spotted the little girl again. She waved and blew GOD’s child a kiss again….and once again she caught it and placed it in her heart.  This simple act brought a smile and tear to Lucy’s spirit. That’s often what happens when we become aware of innocence in human form.

He had three pennies, he gave all he had.  She caught a kiss and placed in her heart.  She wanted to keep the love. Don’t you wonder where they learned that!  I believe it was the intentional teaching of their GODLY parents.

I ask you today to pray for these parents and the many like them across America who are teaching their children about giving and matters of the heart. Often our culture focuses on the dark aspects of society when Light is all around us.

Look for the Light!  Encourage those who are doing their best to light the candles of the future and join them as you can.

Hurt People Hurt People

A bully in the schoolyard and a bully in the home or the office are the same. One intimidates his classmates, another harasses his family or associates.  And so it follows, that our remedy in the past for both issues has been the same.

Harbor the victims and punish the perpetrator.  That hasn’t worked so well. Bullying is an ever increasing epidemic in both the playground and the workplace and we can’t seem to build shelters fast enough to house our battered women and children.

We have focused our efforts on the offended and neglected the offender!  If we wish to cure the sickness, we must identify, attack and eradicate the virus causing the disease.  We all know that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting the results to change and yet….we continue applying the same band-aid to an ever-bleeding wound.

The dictionary defines a bully “as someone who is habitually cruel or overbearing, especially to smaller or weaker people.” The unspoken cultural connotation is that a bully is stronger, bigger or more powerful individual and because he exerts this power through aggression, he is unlikeable.

The bully often doesn’t care about being unlikeable but he does desire attention, control and power. In his own bizarre way he is seeking respect. He believes if others fear him, they respect him.  What we believe drives our behavior.  To eradicate bullying we must change the rewards we unconsciously give to that behavior. Stop telling bullies they are strong and their victims are weak. There has to be a change on our part before there can be a change on their part.

Tell them the truth; bullies are people who emotionally damaged, socially ignorant or both! They are weak people who have been hurt and they seek to hide their feelings of inadequacy by hurting others. They think, “If I pretend to be an angry bear, you will never know I am a defenseless cub.” They are weak… but…they don’t have to stay that way!

What to do:

Bullies have misguided minds not malignant spirits. They are to be affirmed for their intellect not their physical prowess or intimidating tactics. We are to teach them to be mentally sharp by evaluating the risks and rewards of their behavior.

Mistreating people may give them 15 minutes of power and victory but it will also result in consequences that cause them days of detention or months in jail and as well as financial loss due to loss of job or financial penalties. Our conversation has to center on them winning. The only way they can do that long term is to take responsibility for their behavior.

People can not exist without oxygen. It’s everywhere, we don’t have to like it but we  need it to thrive and flourish. The bully needs to learn that he doesn’t have to like people, the weather or his circumstances but like oxygen, they’re always going to be there. He may not be able to change “them” BUT  he does have the power to change his emotional reaction into an intelligent response.

It will be his attitude and intellect, not his muscle or machismo, that will determine whether he flourishes or fails. Our society does not tolerate the tyrant!

The bully has been injured in some way. That is not an excuse for poor behavior but a obvious observation.  No nonsense straight forward education is the answer and it begins by saying to the one who is acting out:

“This cannot continue. You are smart. You are strong and I care about you.  You are a winner and I refuse to let you sabotage your own future!”


20 big ones!Nick Della Valle is a co-founder of Breath of CHRIST Ministries  (www.christwalk.us) and author of the book “3300 Miles for Christ.”  He and his wife Lucy are missionaries to America; storytellers for

At 4’8” tall and 98 pounds, Nick knows what it is like to bephysically intimidated.  He gives a first hand account of not only  overcoming those situations but also understanding what drives the intimidator.

How we choose to respond to situations and circumstances affectsnot just the moment, but the pattern for dealing with difficulties that may await us in the future.

What You Say Is

I’m trying to be more aware of the words and phrases I use. At one time, I didn’t think it made any difference what I said. I thought everything was based on how I acted. Was I polite or rude? Did I work hard or slough off?  Was I on time or always running late?

Although all that matters, words matter more.  What we say impacts how we act. What we say to others is important but what we say to yourself is life changing!  Phrases like “I’m sick and tired” or “I can’t afford THAT” add no value to our life.

Words we speak, make inroads into our minds and shape our spirits. Using the name of GOD (I AM) before certain positive conditions strengthens the core of our being.

I AM a strong, healthy, energetic, flexible, pain free body from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.

I AM a sharp, sound, disciplined, clear thinking, clean thinking mind!

I AM wealth, abundance, riches and prosperity; my GOD, my Father causes good things to come to me.

Take a moment this week and listen to the talk around you. Repeat the positive; delete the negative.  Now listen to the words that are coming out of your own mouth.  When you catch a gripe,  a groan or  a grumble, remind yourself that you are blessed and highly favored and deeply loved by GOD….and we kinda like you too!

Let’s practice speaking the things we want as if they had already arrived. “Thank You, Lord, for our brand new Rialta.”  “Thank You, Father GOD, for that 15 pound weight loss.”   “Thank You, JESUS, for directing us to that three bedroom townhouse.”  Begin to see life as you want it, thank GOD for it and know that what you say…..is!






The Examination

There are so many things that we are told throughout our life that we assume to be true. Some are partially true or could be true in one set of circumstances but not another. We often have a tendency to generalize and that’s how stereotypes begin to form.

In our world there are societal watchdog organizations that make sure we don’t say the wrong words because they know that words can, not only hurt someone’s feelings, but can also create an atmosphere that would deny people education and opportunities. We go to great lengths to stop the antics of bullies on the playground and in the boardroom. Our culture understands that words can build or destroy people and yet….Do you and I examine the words we say to ourselves?

In GOD’s Word, we learn that both death and life rest in the power of our tongue (Prov18:21).  Even skeptical scientists agree that plant life responds to sound. There is heated debate over the thesis of Dr. Masaru Emoto that water respond to our thoughts. It is widely accepted that our thoughts and words create conditions within our body. We recognize a common source of ulcers in the human body is mental stress. Doctors tell us to manage our stress levels in order to lower our blood pressure and  positively handle our health.

What if we managed our mouth to manage our life?  What if we stopped saying things that we don’t want to happen?  If we don’t want to be broke, let’s stop saying “I’m broke!” Let’s start by doing a quick scan of the thoughts and words that pass through our mind and lips.

What we feed our mouth enters our minds and often becomes a belief then we speak what we “believe!” Let’s examine what we want….most of us want Freedom, Abundance, Good Health and True Love. It may take different forms for different people but those are the root desires of just about everyone. Let’s start focusing on what we want. Let’s

JESUS tells us (in Mark 11:23) that whatever we ask and do not doubt but believe in heart that it will come to pass, it will be done for us. Let’s say the things we want  with no doubt… as if they are already an accomplished fact. At first, it may seem uncomfortable and cumbersome. You’ll look at a wallet that appears empty and say “I am grateful GOD is blessing me with money to pay my bills and take good care of my family.”

At first you may feel like you’re  fibbing to yourself but remember, you are doing exactly what JESUS told you to do!  Here’s His plan….You say, you believe, He provides!

Your intelligence may be telling you this is all too simple. Do my words really have any power?  Can what I say change my life?  The answer is a resounding “YES!”  Take a moment and think about the sports world. Joe Namath said he “guaranteed” a win in the first Super Bowl…and he delivered!  Mohammed Ali said “I am the greatest!” and became so. Look into the political arena. Our forefathers declared freedom before freedom was won. President John F. Kennedy said we would land on the moon nearly eight years before we did!

What works for one will work for all. GOD is no respecter of persons. Listen as He whispers to you right now,
“Speak what you want, child. I am here to help you. You are the greatest!”


I have heard many different definitions for Faith during the years. Yet although I understand the concept of Faith, I have had a hard time getting  a clear picture of it. Scripture says we all have “a measure” of it. JESUS tells us we just need a little….”a mustard seed” size Faith will get the job done.

Many rely on their Faith as a last resort. “I don’t know what else to do. I just need to have Faith.”  Uncle Ernie was diagnosed with cancer and “we have to pray and just have Faith that GOD will heal Him.”  I started to look at my own attitude when I pray. Often my prayers are disguised wishes.

You and I know GOD is able but the questions that looms in the back of our mind is….is He willing? We’re excited and thankful when a request is answered in our favor. It appears that we are surprised that GOD actually heard us and acted to fulfill our petition!

In the Book of James chapter 1:5-8, we are told that a double minded or doubt filled person is not in the best position to receive from GOD. When we pray, let’s expect GOD to deliver what we want or something better!  Expectation is another word for Faith. What I expect from GOD tells me what I believe about GOD.

JESUS Himself tells us that when we speak, and do not doubt in our hearts that what we say will come to pass….it will be done for us! We can expect GOD to come through!

Here’s a little exercise to strengthen your expectation muscles:

Pick one or two things that you would like GOD to help you with. Make it specific. Write it down like it’s already happened. Something like…. “Grandpa is healed of diabetes.” Post it up…someplace like the refrigerator door or a bathroom  mirror…..where you can see it often. Start thanking GOD for the work in progress and expect to hear good news!  Don’t stop expecting until! Doubts may enter you mind but don’t let them come out of your mouth!

Expect GOD to come through!






We Rarely Hear About….The Good Lawyers

I am so grateful for the people behind the scenes who are always working to protect our freedoms….the quiet ones that we hardly every hear about.  Not every soldier carries a gun because not every battlefield is a military confrontation. Not every fight is a physical one.

Scripture (Eph 6:12) tells us that our battles are not against flesh and blood but against the spiritual forces of evil. In today’s world, the battlefield of right and wrong is often fought in a business boardroom or in the court of justice.

There are men and women today who have gone to school and dedicated themselves to become God’s Special Forces on the legal battlefield.  They  mull through oceans of paperwork, read the fine and tedious print and file motions and briefs on our behalf  to uphold the Constitution and safeguard our rights. Our gladiators for Good, not only have to be smart, but they must be thick skinned and willing to work for less wages than their corporate counterparts. They have the knowledge of the world in their minds, the good of the people in their sights and the Word of God in their heart. Deborah Dewart, a lawyer from North Carolina recently wrote:

“Liberty, life, and law – all are at risk in American today. That’s why Liberty, Life, and Law Foundation was established – to defend religious liberty, the right to life, and other vital principles of law that undergird the U.S. Constitution.

There are multiple threats to religious liberty: Obamacare’s contraception mandate imposed on religious employers who must finance employee health insurance; efforts to ban religious expression from the public square (even short invocations); laws and policies prohibiting sexual orientation discrimination. It has been almost 40 years since the Supreme Court manufactured a “right” to abortion—dismantling the right to life recognized by the Constitution. America’s basic legal principles and protections are seriously at risk today. Liberty, Life, and Law Foundation is here to help by participating in the crucial legal battles of our time.”

Sometimes we need to stop and give thanks to GOD, not just for the life we have, but for the people who are working so hard to see we keep it!  Pray for Deborah and attorneys like her who are doing their best so you and I can enjoy the best…a free America!

2013 – The laboratory

What is it that you see?

What would you like to see?

How would you like this next year to unfold?

Most of my friends live in one of two camps. There are those who make resolutions and goals with the best of intentions and then suffer because they give up on them by about mid-March. There are others who never make goals or resolutions because they have already decided they will not keep them; rather than go through the pain of failure, they don’t try.

I must confess I can admit to spending many years in both camps. This year I’m taking a different approach. I’m looking at the next 365 days as a laboratory and I’m gonna experiment with stuff! I’ve already decided how things are going to go.

Some things are going to be stunning successes! It’s in those times I will laugh, be filled with joy and have fun. Some experiments are going to be dismal failures. It’s in those times that I will remember Edison, the Wright Brothers, Jonas Salk, Robert Jarvik and Bill Gates. These were men who dismally failed over and over and over again. They missed more than they hit. I will learn from my failures as they did from theirs and my knowledge will expand and my life will increase!

The constant AND variable in every experiment I run is…. me! Science has shown us that all of nature grows and expands toward Light. Everything unfolds and grows upward as it praises it’s Creator.  When I raise my thoughts to higher ideals, when the words of my mouth are used to encourage GOD’s children and when the work of my hands is used to lift people up, the results in my laboratory must improve.

In the next twelve months, even if I fail twice as much as I succeed, I will be batting .333!! Good enough for the 2013 Hall of Fame! So 2013 is a year dedicated to learning, fuller expression, increase and growth….I sincerely hope you will join me in the laboratory. It is a place  of guaranteed success; a place where every mistake leads to a great discovery!



Christmas at a Gas Station

Sent to me as an email….compliments of my friend Al Enderle (Santa Ana, California)


The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn’t been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn’t hate Christmas, just couldn’t find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. “Thank you, but I don’t mean to intrude,” said the stranger. “I see you’re busy, I’ll just go.”

“Not without something hot in your belly.” George said.

He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. “It ain’t much, but it’s hot and tasty. Stew … Made it myself. When you’re done, there’s coffee and it’s fresh.”

Just at that moment he heard the “ding” of the driveway bell. “Excuse me, be right back,” George said. There in the driveway was an old ’53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front.. The driver was panicked. “Mister can you help me!” said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. “My wife is with child and my car is broken.” George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.

“You ain’t going in this thing,” George said as he turned away.

“But Mister, please help …” The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. “Here, take my truck,” he said. “She ain’t the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good.”

George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. “Glad I gave ’em the truck, their tires were shot too. That ‘ol truck has brand new ones .” George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. “Well, at least he got something in his belly,” George thought.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered that the block hadn’t cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. “Well, shoot, I can fix this,” he said to himself. So he put a new one on.

“Those tires ain’t gonna get ’em through the winter either.” He took the snow treads off of his wife’s old Lincoln . They were like new and he wasn’t going to drive the car anyway.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the right leg, the officer moaned, “Please help me.”

George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. “Pressure to stop the bleeding,” he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. “Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin’,” he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.

“Something for pain,” George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. “These ought to work.” He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. “You hang in there, I’m going to get you an ambulance.”

The phone was dead. “Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car.” He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.

He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. “Thanks,” said the officer. “You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area.”

George sat down beside him, “I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain’t gonna leave you.” George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. “Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through ‘ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain.”

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. “How do you take it?” he asked.

“None for me,” said the officer..

“Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain’t got no donuts.” The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. “Give me all your cash! Do it now!” the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before

“That’s the guy that shot me!” exclaimed the officer.

“Son, why are you doing this?” asked George, “You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt.”

The young man was confused. “Shut up old man, or I’ll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!”

The cop was reaching for his gun. “Put that thing away,” George said to the cop, “we got one too many in here now.”

He turned his attention to the young man. “Son, it’s Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain’t much but it’s all I got. Now put that pea shooter away.”

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. “I’m not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son,” he went on. “I’ve lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week.”

George handed the gun to the cop. “Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can.”

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. “Sometimes we do stupid things.” George handed the young man a cup of coffee. “Bein’ stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin’ in here with a gun ain’t the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we’ll sort this thing out.”

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. “Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I’m sorry officer.”

“Shut up and drink your coffee ” the cop said.

George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. “Chuck! You ok?” one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

“Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?”

“GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?” the other cop asked as he approached the young man.

Chuck answered him, “I don’t know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran.”

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.

“That guy work here?” the wounded cop continued.

“Yep,” George said, “just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job.”

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, “Why?”

Chuck just said, “Merry Christmas boy … and you too, George, and thanks for everything.”

“Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems.”

George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. “Here you go, something for the little woman. I don’t think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day.”

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. “I can’t take this,” said the young man. “It means something to you.”

“And now it means something to you,” replied George. “I got my memories. That’s all I need.”

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. “Here’s something for that little man of yours.”

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.

“And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too,” George said. “Now git home to your family.”

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. “I’ll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good.”

“Nope. I’m closed Christmas day,” George said. “See ya the day after.”

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. “Where’d you come from? I thought you left?”

“I have been here. I have always been here,” said the stranger. “You say you don’t celebrate Christmas. Why?”

“Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn’t see what all the bother was. Puttin’ up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin’ cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn’t the same by myself and besides I was gettin’ a little chubby.”

The stranger put his hand on George’s shoulder. “But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.

The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. “That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man.

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. “And how do you know all this?” asked the old man.

“Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again.”

The stranger moved toward the door. “If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned.”

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

“You see, George … it’s My birthday. Merry Christmas.”

George fell to his knees and replied, “Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus”

GOOD Comes

Do not be deceived by evil. It is Good that permeates and dominates the world.

Viktor Frankel‘s body and mind were tortured by the Nazis but they could not conquer his spirit and out of the evil inflicted came “Man’s Search for Meaning.” It is a book that has positively and inspirationally impacted millions of lives for the Good.

Columbine High School was visited by evil and people perished yet the survivors of that atrocity have given us insight and procedures to protect millions children and teachers. Crippling evil inflicted on a few yielded Good for many.

The horror of 9/11 brought our nation to its knees. We slowly and painfully rose to our feet again, put our minds and spirits to work and developed creative ideas and a resolve that resulted in security measures, not only for our own country but for the Good of  nations around the world, preventing many similar attacks. Once again the heartbreak of a few prevented the destruction of many.

When evil attacks it is vicious. It’s intent is to kill, steal and destroy. The pain is real and neither justice nor revenge can numb the agony or restore life. I remember when my own son died at 22 months of age. The heartbreak was nearly paralyzing. I remember feeling angry and powerless. I cried our to GOD in rage and He replied. “If you wish to honor your son, live well.” I pondered that over and over and finally realized that focusing on loss, hurt and pain would make me a bitter, angry man. Was that a legacy that would honor my son? Through the tears I decided to be grateful for the time we got to spend together. When thoughts of “should have’s” came into my mind, I would remind myself that destroying my life would not return his. Others need my love. I tried my best to be strong yet there are still times that a certain sound, smell or song will take me back to that horrible moment and open the wounds of a broken heart. Yet….Good prevails.

 Now evil has struck a crushing blow to the small community of Newtown, Connecticut. Brutal. Senseless. Unnecessary. Barbaric. People cry out in anguish and excruciating pain “Where is the Good in this?”

I assure you: Good will come. It always does but it takes time to move us farther away from the horror. Now is our time to pray for our family in Newtown and cry out to GOD for them and with them. When our tears are exhausted and our strength is gone, we will hear Him whisper….

“Honor your children. Live well.”