Fertile plain, or level place. Compassionate friend. These are the Biblical meanings of my Aunt’s first and middle name. Aptly named. Aptly trained.
April 14, 2023: I am missing my Dad. It has been seven years. 7 years not here. Dad, I miss you. But, how could I ever question God’s perfect timing. I know you are in your heavenly home and that thought alone makes me smile.
June 12, 2022 ~ Lloyd Alton Peterson
Like so many times before, I get to this space, and the page is blank. I am contending with countless thoughts, but none of them are a beginning. Memories speed past me like pickup trucks would if I were standing still on the shoulder of I-95 between Old Town and Island Falls.
The picture is of fireworks lighting up the night sky. And my mind went to a couple of places.
Then there is also “Firework”, which is a song. It was Katy Perry who sang it something like this…
The other day this verse came across one of the feeds that I do read every day. On that same day, I had conversations with a few different people in different places, at different times,…
I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, help to effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and a listen. Spend some time on yourself. Nothing but truth here. You are worth it. Share it. Pay it forward.
I have held an idea about this kind of thing for many years, but I have not really taken my idea seriously. Until recently. I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and a listen. Spend a little bit of time on yourself. You are worth it. Share it. Pay it forward.
I have held an idea about this kind of thing for many years, but I have not really taken my idea seriously. Until recently. I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and a listen. Spend a little bit of time on yourself. You are worth it. Share it. Pay it forward.
I have held an idea about this kind of thing for many years, but I have not really taken my idea seriously. Until recently. I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and spend a little bit of time on yourself.
I have held an idea about this kind of thing for many years, but I have not really taken my idea seriously. Until recently. I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and spend a little bit of time on yourself.
Many times I sit and think about things that have been. I listen to music the way that it was. Most times I find that so many things were done right the first time. I love to enjoy the creativity of lyrics, words written, and music compiled beautifully. Then sometimes I delve into these things a little bit deeper, maybe just to feel them, or maybe to record memories that I’ll hold close to me for always. Then in this moment I was captivated by the simple words “the dearest and best”.
dearest: most loved or cherished
best: that which is the most excellent, outstanding, or desirable
Have you ever found yourself looking around in the darkness of your somehow closed mind, and wondered how in the world you arrived at this place? If you were to trace your steps, reflecting on…
Pray pastor, please continue to pray, so I don’t have to raise my head or open my eyes. I wish not to wipe my eyes, nor do I care to address the shortness of breath…
In recent weeks I have been thinking an awful lot about the end of days, whether they are mine, or anyone else’s. Not in a morbid sense, but in more of a reality sense. More…
This is just a short poem I wrote. It’s inspired by some recent conversations that I have been apart of and also by the song by Casting Crowns. It’s simple I suppose. But it means…
Silent Night. The most famous Christmas song of all-time. The lyrics of this song started as a poem written in the early 19th century by an Austrian priest. At the time the little village on…
Away in a manger, No crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus Laid down His sweet head Maybe you have a baby, or maybe someone else’s baby is the one, isn’t there or…
I know the Little Drummer Boy doesn’t qualify as a Christmas hymn but I am including it in my series here. Based on the fact that several versions of this song appear in my YouTube…
Once again I received a simple email from my mother and it prompted a post to my blog. It seems that emails from mom have this tendency. I love it mom, don’t stop sending them…
A few days ago I wrote a post called “The first time” and it was a short story about my first time seeing the Trans-Siberian Orchestra in concert. I have included that post here and…
This is the latest entry in my Sunday Series of posts to my blog. In the spirit of Veteran’s Day and also to touch on some of my favorite hymns, I thought this one belonged.…
I always pictured the hill far away, with the cross standing there for all to see. The cross there was never as finished as the ones seen in churches everywhere. The one I picture is crude, barely a cross, just enough to get the job done by those who put our Lord there to die. The picture in my mind is a sacred place where a stand was taken for all of us, past, present, and future. This space is near and dear to my heart, as without it we are all lost.
I think on the things we gather, the achievements we garner, the trophies we win, the awards bestowed upon us while we are here on earth. I can still hear my grandfather say “it’s all going to burn” as it relates to earthly possessions. Whether you believe or not, the possessions we have here on earth matter not once we are gone.
Were it not for God’s Amazing Grace I would probably not be here to write this blog, or to do anything else for that matter. This is yet another heart wrenching, tear jerking hymn from…
Come back tomorrow for the 3rd installment of my Sunday Series. Tomorrow I touch on the hymn, Amazing Grace, and it’s meaning to me. Thank you for checking out 1inawesomewonder.
The sermon closes, the organ and/or piano plays, the congregation is standing and singing. Those singing are on the edge of tears, pulling for those who battle the urge to come forward. One steps to…
The title of the hymn, ‘How great thou art’, says it all really. As I have written before, it really is one of my favorite hymns. Singing the words, or even hearing a beautiful version of this…