Marion Gaskins

Who do you trust? What do you trust? Don't know.....  we retreat to isolation and eventually in to depression. Guard up! I'm not nameless. I am not hungry. I'm not invisible! I just want someone to talk to. I sure would love to have a friend. The streets are crowded.....actually, overcrowded. Can someone just befriend me? I have past hurts, wounds. Words like "bad, ugly, not good enough...... Is there anyone who is honest - authentic? Take off your blinders - I know all about Jesus. He can help! He is watching my back. He will bring justice. I can trust Him. He is safe! I remember - "more abundantly" I remember - "peace on earth". Taking a risk. Trusting....... Not in anyone - but, Him. Compiled - Unknown Authors

Grandpa's Hands Father's Day is nearing and I can't help but always remember my Dad's hands.   They were always kind and gentle.                                                                      Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.  He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat, I wondered if he was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice. "I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure yo...