Thursday, December 31, 2015

Help Me Get the Cross Right

As I sat at my sewing machine working on a new Grassroots Americana quilt, I noticed how the blocks formed a sideways cross. I grew excited and shared with my husband that this was yet another way the quilts' pattern could minister to someone who simply needed a glimpse of Christian love. You know the kind of love I'm talking about right? The kind that Jesus showed as He ministered to folks' basic and spiritual needs.
Because I am a "hugger", it is my prayer that these little quilts will offer warmth as they give the recipient a little hug so to speak...and since each one comes complete with prayers for health, peace, wisdom, and HOPE stitched right in, I believe its possible for them to evoke a smile as well.  As I started to feed the quilt through the machine, I whispered a small prayer over the quilt (as well as for my still-under-development sewing skills): "Father, help me get the cross right." And with that small prayer, reality slammed me in the chest.

Let me be real here:  Isn't it too easy to look down our holy noses at those who are not as faithful in their Christian walk as "we good Christian" folks?
How easy is it to forget that it was for the weak, the sick, the hurting, the confused, and the failing that Jesus went to that cross we Christians hold so dear?
Isn't it easy to take the Cross for granted?
Do we see it solely as the pathway to heaven?

Or maybe these are just my personal convictions...and if you know me at all, maybe it is just me being too honest and sharing too much...

"Oh Father, help me get the cross right" 

I am looking forward to a new year full of opportunities to, on purpose, Get the Cross Right.
Wishing each of you a blessed last day of 2015 and a blessed 2016.

"Your Life doesn't have to be just needs to serve a good purpose."

In Christ with love and compassion,

Coach Kelly & Family

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Sew I Made a Mistake

I looked down at the finished sampler. It was perfect...well close enough for me anyway; after being washed, starched, and tossed onto the back of a chair, the ripped-out and resewn seams would be but memories.
And then I saw it. It glared at me from the finished "Grassroots Americana" samplier, so named for the red-white-blue-and-green color scheme. It is still there, in the top left block, do you see it?  That one misplaced star point?  

I took a deep breath. And then another. Breathe Coach Kelly, take some of your own advice. Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE! As I calculated the tedious process of ripping the quilted blocks apart, I knew it was doable. The mistake was one that most quilters, if they are honest, have experienced. And the exact reason Mrs. Kessel, our high school home economics teacher, stressed the importance of a good seam ripper! As I glared back at the block's imperfection, something changed. Maybe it was the deep breathing, maybe it was the Holy Spirit, maybe I was just tired of ripping seams, whatever the reason, instead of becoming irritated (I had hit that point after my 1000th ripped stitch), I was inspired to use the quilt as teaching material. I would add it to my expanding Coaching Toolbox, coaching tool expansion happens quickly when you screw up as often as I do.

With yet another deep breath, I forced a grin onto my face, and in a childish move, stuck my tongue out at the quilt saying out loud "Take that! I choose to see the big picture." And then I decided that "Grassroots Americana" was indeed pleasant to behold.  An imperfectly beautiful quilt that has a lot in common with real life. 

Grabbing my laptop (maybe that's why it is stored under my sewing machine?) I started blogging about a misplaced star point!  The more I typed, the bigger I smiled...and the glaring star point, which in all reality was nothing more than a chopped up square, seemed to lose its power over me, the glare became more of a glint, and after a while, it humbly faded back into the pattern of the semi-perfect quilt.  It was a great learning moment for me as a woman. 

I have noticed that when we separate the many facets of what composes life real, its easy to see those glaring "mistakes" that taunt and mock us. Those moments when we lose our temper, subtract wrong in our checkbook; the moments when spilled milk really does make us cry.  When we choose to focus on the misplaced star point which is meant to catapult our lives into the "out of control" zone, life doesn't appear to be that great.  But then I glanced at the whole quilt and I genuinely smiled.

Although my life has had many glaring moments, mistakes I made either on purpose or by accident, I have a choice.  I can choose to add real life experiences to my tool belt, tighten that thing up and take control of my perspective, or I can let them continue to glare at me, robbing me of my joy. I have options. As do we all.

I think it is past time to put away my life-sized seam ripper. To see the big picture and stop ripping my life apart at the seams. Those open seams reveal past financial woes, a broken marriage, an alcoholic father, a depressed mother, sibling that I swear sometimes forget I exist. But when I look at the big picture of what is my life, I see a life full of lessons learned, a big and loving family, Christian values and morals passed down generation-by-generation, and siblings that have always been there for me and my children. But enough about me! What about your life? 

Are there things in your life that have the power to make you smile in spite of their imperfections? If so, I encourage you to look at the big picture and see beauty instead of mistakes, to seek joy instead of perfection, to simply learn to see the beauty in your life!

What a freeing concept! And, for me, the realization came about through one misplaced, chopped up square which I will forever see as a guiding star point.

Have a blessed Thursday everyone,

In Christ with love and compassion,

Coach Kelly

Thursday, December 10, 2015

'Tis the Season

I am getting old...well, compared to my children and grandchildren, I am old. As I contemplate the fact that my life is more than half over, and I look back over my past, I realize that this is the time of my life that I like the best. Don't get me wrong, I loved being a "mommy". I loved snuggling with my children or watching them sleep with that angelic glow of youth shining on their tiny, perfect faces. I loved watching them explore the world around them. These things brought me happiness...But those were highly stressful days too.

It was not easy putting those darling little ones to bed because I knew that more-than-likely, they wouldn't stay there long. Bath time for three little girls often resulted in as much water on the floor as in the tub! And then, there came along the youngest child, a boy. Arriving eight to thirteen years after the girls, he was solely to be loved, spoiled and fought over by his sisters! For you expert parents out there, how to you discipline for that?  "You are grounded because you want the 'baby' to sleep with you?" I mean, come on, where is the logic in that?

It was the season where I constantly second-guessed myself. I cried, cussed, and prayed a lot during my children's formative years, trying to figure out the whole mommy-role...but oh...those were the constructive years that led to this...this season of life that I like best!

I am forty-eight. I have a wonderful husband. We have three amazing grown daughters, a fourteen year old son, two pretty special sons-in-law with another on the way, and three amazing grandchildren. Our house is quiet and peaceful on most days, but when all get together it turns into a domestic circus...and I love it! Yes, this is the season of life that I like best.  I know that I made mistakes as a mom, but I see that, somehow, I helped  craft children into incredible young adults. I see where childish bickering helped with problem-solving skills; I see where helping around the house molded responsible adults; I see where sharing the burden of keeping a home running taught them to not give up when the going gets tough. And I realize that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't such a screw-up as a mommy after all.  And with that thought in mind, I can honestly say that I wouldn't want to go back there or change a single thing...because, altogether, the other seasons formed my destiny and brought me to this one.

And oh 'tis the season to be jolly in this season of life that I like best.

Merry Christmas from our family to yours with prayers of peace, joy, and love...lots and lots of love.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Of Fall and of Jesus

I don't know if it's because fall gives me a good reason to wear my worn-out boots or the smell of burning leaves...I don't know if I love fall because of the brilliant colors or the crisp mornings where the steam off my coffee swirls out of the cup then floats away. Maybe it’s the hot apple dumplings, excitement of football season, or the joy John and I get from watching our grand-kids scurry like squirrels to collect hickory nuts and acorns.  Or maybe it's because in fall, West Virginia's state colors go from blue and gold to camo or is this just an illusion?  

I'm not convinced that's it either.  The only thing that I can say for sure, is that I love fall and trying to explain exactly why is simply impossible.

It’s a lot like trying to describe my love for Jesus Christ.  There are the typical religious answers such as because He died for me or because the Bible says I should since, after all, He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life! But, for me, these answers are lacking because they are not personal enough. So why do I love Jesus?  

Maybe it’s because my parents taught me to love Him? Or because I credit Him for my loving family? Maybe it’s because He protects my kids and helps us through the tough times?  But surely there is more to love than what someone gives to me isn't there; otherwise, what happens when things go South or the gifts stop?  Shouldn't I love Him less? Maybe I should...but...I don't so...why DO I sincerely love a Man I've never seen?

I'm thinking that it’s because Jesus is a lot like fall:  He manifests Himself when the time is right; He went away once and He will come back; and everyday He gives me a multitude of "little reasons" to love Him.  Like when we are together and I am searching for an answer or direction and when I least expect it, He reveals it to me (and yes, if you know me, I wink heavenward, smile, and say thank you!), or when I am feeling discouraged and close my eyes to breathe, and I feel His presence as His peace fills my heart.  I love Him because once in a while, when I need a break in traffic (Caledonia Heights in the morning = grrrr) and it opens up – just for me! He gives me so many reasons that picking just one would be impossible. 

My love for Him goes beyond the little things into the big things like healing a family member or helping make way for employment opportunities. It even goes into radical places.  Like once heading toward Baker I said out loud:  “I just want to see a bald eagle!” And (no lie) within minutes, one literally flew along side my Jeep, on my side no less. For the first time in my life, I was able to get a good look at our National bird in the hills of WV!  Talk about shooting a huge smile and thumbs-up to Jesus, that got Him one…and then, just like I would do for one of my kids showing appreciation for the gift I handed them, I felt Him smile and say “You’re welcome."  To me, that was a big deal! But if am not paying attention, these little things could go unnoticed and the personal relationship we have would not be as intimate.  You see, the big things, those are for everyone to see...but those little things, awww, those little things are meant just for me and they become a big deal, just because...

So, if you were to ask me why I believe in Jesus or why I love Him; it may take me a minute to answer, not because I'm indecisive, but because I am wondering which reason to share? Which reason will resonate with you as an individual? Which little reason will touch your heart?

Just like the flavors and colors of fall, each of us have to taste and see for ourselves what it is like to experience and enjoy an intimate relationship with The King of Glory.

I love fall. I love Jesus. The reasons are big. The reasons are small.  But the love is real.

Have a blessed week everyone - Coach Kelly.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Will you say "Oh, don't worry, it's Jesus"

Have you ever wondered when, or even if, Jesus is coming back?

I was watching one of my new favorite preachers and at the end of his sermon, a line from the W&P song caught my attention: "Our hands are lifted and our voices raised to the One who is seated forever to reign." I felt a question rise up within my spirit:  "Is this the generation that will finally remember what it means to have a relationship with Jesus?" Are we the generation, those of us living right now, who were raised up for such a time as this, the generation that will put aside religion and take up the cross of love, compassion, discipline, and power to be the generation that can lay aside the weight of religion and embrace what Jesus died for?

I certainly don't have all the answers, shucks some days I wonder if I have any of the answers, but it seems to me that so many "Christians" are still trying to let the Old Covenant define their right of passage into heaven when in all reality, there is only one Way since Jesus has already done the work for us. So we need to take our now faith and do our job:  believe in Him, follow His example, and love our neighbor; be salt (a preservative, a community enhancer, you know, add a little joy, peace, and love) and light (guide, example - share some insight, encouragement, enlightenment).

As the end of Summer 2015 quickly draws to a close, I am reminded that life too is short and one day Jesus will come retrieve the remnant of His church and my prayer is that our community will have more souls on the other side than we have left here to carry on...cause in our church/home/community:  "Our hands are lifted and our voices are raised to the One who is seated forever to reign."

Have a blessed week - 

In Christ with Love and Compassion,
Coach Kelly

Saturday, September 5, 2015

When "I Believe" Isn't Enough

This morning I was getting ready for my day and out of the blue the Holy Spirit spoke to my heart about what it means to believe.

I honestly do not recall what I was thinking at the time when He tugged on my heart and said "You believe but it's more important to follow."  His words bugged me throughout the day so now, at 9:30 pm on a Saturday evening, well past my usual blogging time, I just have to put His words out here for y'all to read and ponder - ya know, share my thoughts, to share the love.

The popular phrase "I Believe" is a great way to share the fact that we believe in a Triune God; a great way to open conversation about God and faith and life in general; but what does that mean or what difference does it really make? Is it only words or can the fact that we believe change the world for others? Let me expand upon that thought:

Mark 1:24, Matthew 8:29, and Revelation 12:4 records instances of demons and angels alike knowing and believing in God and Jesus, even calling Jesus by name and title.  All indications point to the fact that they certainly knew and believed...yet they were cast out.  Believing wasn't enough to save them...are we so disillusioned as to think that we are going to fare any better than they just because we believe?  I guess I'm asking is believing enough or is there more to being a born-again, saved, heaven-bound Christian? The Holy Spirit answered this for me with a whisper "Follow".

Being an effective Christian born for such a time as this requires us to follow the promptings of The Holy Spirit, to testify, to share the love, to follow the Bible's commands because they are good and right; to follow the path that Jesus laid out before us with joy, compassion, discipline, and love...just because we want to honor Him! To believe  is the necessary first step but to follow, well to follow will lead us home.

Y'all have a blessed night; my prayer is that the road you are following will indeed lead you and others home.

In Christ with Love and Compassion,
Coach Kelly

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Crumbs in the butter

As For Our House, We Do Real Real Good

"Hey you need to decide who you’re going to serve…as for me and my house, we’re gonna serve the Lord” (Paraphrased from Joshua 24:15)

Has anyone ever said to you “Hey, I’m just being real”?  And if so, have you ever wanted to respond “Duh, Sherlock, I didn’t think you were a zombie!”?   Using this popular excuse for simply being rude, like using our Southern phrase “Bless his heart” as a gentle way of saying “Well, that was stupid!” just doesn’t always cut it with me!  This is where my blog has, it seems, a SQUIRREL moment (you know like from the movie UP).  This morning (okay, technically it was this past Sunday) I was fixing myself a tomato on toast sandwich with “butter” and noticed that the product description read “Real taste from real ingredients” and I thought to myself “Well duh, everything we touch is real so it really doesn’t matter whether it comes from a cow, from corn, or from a chemical factory, if it is tangible, then it’s real!” 

With that said, let me be honest, in this house, sometimes we have crumbs in that "real" butter, hand-prints on windows, and crumbs under the table; our refrigerator is always in need of a good cleaning out, and the stove top typically needs wiped off.  These things don’t mean I run a dirty or sloppy household, they're just proof that a real family lives within the four walls of this house we call home.  I would love to have a perfectly kept home but truth be told, I don’t have the time or energy to have everything “perfect” so we strive to keep it neat instead. 

SQUIRREL!  This just hit me, we practice Christianity just like keeping a neat home, we don’t always get it right but we want to! We simply try to do Christianity right…but since we’re real people with real problems, we don’t always get it right…and I am willing to bet that the same is true for most practicing Christians.  But then, when it comes to living a Christ-like life, the goal is for us to live as close as we can to Christ and not put so much emphasis on what we do wrong but put our focus on what He did right! 

But...very once in a while…I see crumbs in the butter; sometimes they stand out and are easy to fix but other times, they aren’t as easy to spot let alone get out! But don't worry, I won't stir the crumbs down into the butter hoping nobody saw them!  If they are easy to see, I get those things out of there!  Back to practicing Christianity:  because we are not perfect, here is where prayer and seeking guidance comes in to play: bringing these things to the surface.  Being real before God and man is not always easy, but for those practicing Christianity, it is so necessary!   If those crumbs are harder to see, small and scattered throughout your real life, ask the Holy Spirit to help you remove them!  It’s one thing to be real…but it’s a totally awesome thing to be honestly real before both God and man!

Hey, y'all have a blessed Sunday (see I told you this was a few days old) and keep it real!

Coach (Dreama) Kelly

Tuesday, July 21, 2015


By Coach Dreama Kelly, MA-HSC

Psalm 139: 14
"I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:  marvelous are thy works; and my soul knoweth right well.” (KJV).

Genesis 1:27
“So God created humans in His image…” (GWT).

I remember as an overweight-teenager having people, mostly older, silly, clueless people, tell me “You are so pretty for a fat girl!” or “You have a pretty face”…and without fail my response was “Yep, pretty ugly and pretty apt to stay that way”…but in my heart, to be truthful and now old enough to not really care about being ridiculed, I did think I was pretty.   I had a kind heart, a quick retort for anyone wanting to put me down for not being a size 9 or under, and I knew that as a Christian, I had a lot to offer to the world; so yeah, I did think I was pretty.  So why the self-abased response?

Self-doubt. Uncertainty. Shyness. Low self-esteem. A misunderstanding of who I was in Christ.  Not knowing the difference between being pretty and being cute.  It was these things and more…a lot more.  But today, with irreversible signs of aging ranging from shifting teeth to age spots, stretch marks and venous legs, I will say in a shout:  I AM PRETTY…and scarier yet, I actually mean it.  My physical scars and unattractive traits mean absolutely nothing when compared to the traits from God which are being renewed within me daily; molding me into His image.   The love I have for others proves that: I AM PRETTY; the compassion I have for my fellow man indicates:  I AM PRETTY; the ability to see potential instead of problems supports:  I AM PRETTY; the fact that I am made in the image of God maintains that:  I AM PRETTY…and so are you or you can be! 

In a world of selfies, selfie sticks, Instagram, and Twitter; not to mention Facebook and blogs galore, it is easy to see that a lot of people consider themselves cute; but here is the difference:  at 47-years-of-age with my “good years” well behind me, I maintain that I AM PRETTY and aging can only take that away if I let it.  Being pretty is not about posting a cute selfie which results in a 100+ likes on Facebook. Being pretty takes the whole being into consideration, the body, soul, and spirit.  So ask yourself:  Am I pretty?  Do I care more about others than I care for my own comfort? Does the state of our nation cause me grief? Can I be counted on to be a positive support for my community? Can my family, friends, co-workers, and church body count on me to pray for them? Do I care enough to take a stand for what I believe in? Can I love unconditionally?  Can I give the world a smile?  If you can truthfully answer “YES!” to these questions, then grab your phone or tablet and take an “I AM PRETTY” selfie and post it for the world to see and change it up and bit by proclaiming “I AM PRETTY!” and let the world know that there are genuine pretty people out there! Let’s start a revolution of good news, positive images, and I dare all you pretty people out there to shout with a sincere heart “I AM PRETTY!” 

Numbers 6:24-26 (NIV)
“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace."

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

I call Him Savior...He calls me friend.

"I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master's business. 
Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you." 
John 15:15

I don't think I encouraged my kids to call me by any particular title. As they grew, mommy became mom or momma; I was dubbed Mammy by our oldest grandson, and my nieces and nephews call me Aunt Dee. On a good day, I'll answer to any of the above! But this post isn't about me. It is about Them. God. Jesus. The Holy Spirit.

God the Creator, I Am; Jesus: the name above all names, the only name by which we can be saved into eternal life, Savior, Redeemer, Counselor, Advocate, Price of Peace, Lamb of God, El Shaddai; The Holy Spirit: Holy Ghost, Comforter, Guide. These same names bring peace to believers yet upset others to the point of bitterness, anger, hate...and I have to ask why?

Is the peace that sweeps over Christians the result of our personal relationship with Them? When we hear Their names and smile, is it because we truly believe in God, love Jesus as a trusted friend, and depend upon the wisdom of the Holy Spirit to guide us? I don't know about you, but I love feeling the tug of the Holy Spirit when talking about our Triune God with fellow believers! But there is a flip side to this peace.

Hate. Fear. Anger. Disbelief. Unbelievers. For the life of me, I can't imagine why anyone would want to substitute these things for the peace of God.  What fuels this stuff? Are fear and hate the result of unsatisfied spiritual hunger? Does that gut-wrenching feeling within an unbeliever scare them?  Is it because, like the demons of Mark 1:24, unbelievers have rejected Them on purpose and feel a sense of helplessness?

When I hear the name of God or Jesus being misused by both sides of this argument I get so frustrated.  I have experienced the power and peace of God; or as some may say "I have tasted and seen that God is good." I know that there is power in the name of Jesus.  I can feel the Holy Spirit in my gut. Quite frankly and quite simply: I believe in Them. And because of this double sided argument, I realize that They will continue to cause division in our land, separating light from darkness. 

I will leave you with this thought:  If agnostics, atheists, and followers of Eastern religions do not believe in the power of Jesus' name, why are they so offended by it? Could it be possible that the "non-believers" have more faith in His name to evoke change than modern-day Christians?  What if Christians displayed a faith equal that of those who want to silence us? Would we be more open when sharing our experiences where They are concerned? This Christmas, choose to be open about your relationship with your best Friend and shine the light of Hope, Peace, Joy everywhere you go.

Have a blessed Christmas and awesome New Year,

In Christ with love and compassion,

Coach Kelly

Friday, January 16, 2015

Driving with the Brakes On

"My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts," says the LORD. 

"And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. Isaiah 55:8

My second son-in-law, like a lot of other men, does not like for his wife to drive his trucks.  Now, to be honest, I don't know how this works in other states, but in West Virginia, a man's truck says a lot about his character.  Some truck's tote guns and Bibles, some are adorned with mud while others are chromed-out, some have running boards and others make you work for the right to get inside!  My son-in-law's truck was somewhat of a show piece: a shiny blue Ford, decorative hood scoop, nice wheels, mirror-like chrome...and nearly impossible to drive.  

One Sunday afternoon, my daughter's husband gave her the privilege of popping that clutch and raking those gears to bring his truck to momma's house!  And although this truck was a beast to get moving forward, I had to see if this old woman could still drive a stick-shift.  Down the graveled driveway we went, just a mile or so, under the pretense of gassing 'er up.  I was a little rusty finding that sweet spot for the clutch release but once I hit third gear, I had it down pat. Wow! Ole mom still had it...or so I thought.  I offered an embarrassed "New toy!" explanation to the folks watching us from the storefront as we jerked clumsily onto the blacktop.  Once home, I smiled and jumped out of the truck, only to be assaulted by the smell of burning rubber.  And it was at that exact moment my daughter reminded me to set the emergency brake...the emergency brake?  Oh was set...the whole mile down the road and the whole mile back up the driveway: I had been driving with the parking break on. How embarrassing.

I don't know about ya'll but every once in a while, I try this with life in general but try as hard as I can, I cannot make it turn out like it is supposed to. Those times when a thirty minute project turns into a entire day of failure.  Those days when my strength gives out on me while trying to do something I've accomplished, effortlessly, a millions times before.  Driving with the brakes on? Why would I do that?

Just like driving my son-in-law's truck, when I am forceful enough, I see things appearing to move forward, yeah they do so kicking and screaming, jumping and lurching, and when accomplished under these conditions, the results are often emotionally draining with little or no pleasure; oftentimes leaving a stench behind and an even bigger mess to clean up. So for me, I believe God "puts the break on" when my timing is off, or when the things I want are not part of His will for me.

My prayer for both you and I, is that the next time we try to force things into existence, this little road trip comes to mind and we take a moment to consider if God has given us the go ahead or if He has put the breaks on...Stay blessed and remember that God's timing is perfect.

In Christ,

Coach Kelly

Friday, January 9, 2015

Create in Me

"Create in me a clean heart, O God;
and renew a right spirit within me"
(Psalm 51:10)

Back in October, I took a drive down a few back roads, across a mountain, and this little creek.

As I stopped to take this picture, I considered how the creek had carved out its own path through a lifetime of ebbs and flows. Sometimes the water runs high, cuts deep, and steals from the land that runs along its boarders. Then there are times when the river is shallow and suffers from unsolicited deposits of trash and other debris; but the water is always moving forward, leaving in its path the beautiful scene almost reflected by this photo (my camera did not do Red Creek justice).

This stop along the road reminded me to be thankful for the good, and even the not so good times, in my own life because they are what formed me into the woman I am today.  It also reminded me that every once in a while we need a tap on the shoulder to remind us that God, the Great I Am, created us as individuals on purpose.

Just as this creek runs through our valley, leaving its mark along the way, we too are to make a positive impact on what surrounds us.  By allowing our thoughts to make a positive impact on the way we live, the way we live impacts the life of those around us, on our community, on our state and eventually on our country and the world as a whole!  So...let us think positive thoughts, live life on purpose, trust in the innate good in mankind, and  choose to exercise empathy, love, and compassion to those in our circle of life.  Just like a creek trickling through West Virginia, our thoughts cut deep and form pathways of habit...and it all starts as a simple thought.  Our thoughts ebb and flow through our minds, carving out patterns which eventually define who we are as individuals.

When we are tempted to think negative, demeaning thoughts, what if we chose instead to lift ourselves up by changing our thought process? What if we gave thanks for the good things in our lives, for the people we can count on, for the promise of salvation, and even for the beauty of West Virginia?  What if we realized that we are worth every good and perfect thought we think toward ourselves?  Each of us will have to answer these questions for ourselves...

Have a blessed week - 

In Christ with Love and Compassion,
Coach Kelly

He knows the Stars by Name

Photo Credit: Dolly Sods Facebook Group - Unknown Hey y’all.       After journaling morning prayers and reading a devotion, Psalm 147:4 ca...