God's Roadmap

Now may the Lord Jesus Christ and our Father God, who loved us and in his wonderful grace gave us eternal comfort and a beautiful hope that cannot fail, encourage your hearts and inspire you with strength to always do and speak what is good and beautiful in his eyes (2 Thessalonians 2:16-17 TPT).

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Thanks to our Heroes

In honor of our fallen heroes, I would like to share this poem.

A Hero’s Tribute
by Barbara Latta

The plane’s engines hum as it rolls to a stop

The rear hatch opens and the door slowly drops.

Uniforms march two by two, side by side,

Gloved hands raise to salute those who died.

Flags drape the coffins as they are carried away

Comrades in arms they will be to this day.

Heroes of war who have paid the price

Coming back home to their loved ones cries.

They are moved to the grave as the bugler plays taps

Young children watch from their mother’s laps.

The rifles’ repeat echoes off the banks

Our heroes are resting as the nation says “thanks”.

Share your thoughts about Memorial Day or pay tribute to a hero in your life.

Monday, May 19, 2014

The Tassel Is Moved

This week our youngest son graduated from Charis Bible College in Colorado. Our oldest son, after already having a degree in Nuclear Medicine, is now taking more courses to add to his skills, and his wife is studying to become a Medical Assistant. It seems our family is doing a lot of graduating this year.

Graduating is celebrated as the achieving of a goal but it is also the beginning of looking forward to new ones.

It is the moving on to a new level, a higher plane, turning a new page in life. It is the leaving of something familiar to search out new territories and expanding boundaries.

Graduation is just a step in the learning process. We transition from kindergarten to elementary school, then middle school, high school, college or vocational schools. All are stepping stones to something greater. When we get a diploma, it's not finished, it just means well done. It documents that we are ready for the next phase.

Our lives have many graduations where we move into new eras. Each phase  is a page in our book where memories and experiences are stored. Learning from our mistakes graduates us to a different place where what is behind us is not wasted, but a trophy to place on the shelf of life. Even tarnished trophies tell a story. They lead to the gleaming, shiny ones.

Our ultimate graduation will be when we leave this earth and move the tassel on the mortarboard of earthbound school to the diploma of glory.  And that will only be the beginning.

You may be listening to Pomp and Circumstance more than one time this year. If you or someone you know are graduating, or if you have graduated to a new experience in life, share your celebrations with us in the comments below.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Celebrating Mothers

Have you ever heard of Anna Jarvis?

It's through her efforts we have Mother's Day.She wanted to honor her own mother who had served in the Andrews Methodist Episcopal Church in Grafton, West Virginia so she convinced the church to hold a service honoring mothers. She also urged a merchant in Philadelphia, her home town, to join her cause and he held an afternoon service in his store. The custom soon spread to other cities and states.

At one of the first services, Anna distributed white carnations to the those attending because they were her mother's favorite flower. The tradition of wearing a white flower in honor of a deceased mother and brightly colored ones for living mothers is still followed by some today.
Anna Jarvis gathered supporters and they together convinced ministers, politicians, and business leaders to lobby for a national observance.

On May 8, 1914, Congress passed a joint resolution designating the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day. The next day, President Woodrow Wilson issued the first Mother's Day presidential proclamation calling for "a public expression of our love and reverence for the mothers of our country."

In honor of Mother's Day, I would like to share this poem I wrote for my mother a couple of years ago.


By Barbara Latta

 Loving hands held me when I was small, cuddled and fed me, and tucked me in at night with a good story. They would pick me up when I would fall, kiss the hurt, and wipe away the tears. Hands would feel my head when I had a fever, dispensing bad tasting medicine with a spoon. Those hands would be there all night long in case a cough or fever returned.

Hands would cook good food each day and a finger would shake in my face if I didn’t eat. “What about all those starving children in the world?” 

Hands would clean and scrub each day making our home sparkle and shine while my brothers and I would invite the dirt back in with each step we took. Those hands would work at the sewing machine for hours, making clothes for me and even my dolls.

Hands would hold mine when I was afraid, pack my lunch and wave good-bye when I went to school. Those same hands would spank me when I was bad but it was for my own good. It kept me from being bad again.

Hands would work hard digging in dirt to plant flowers, and then I would pick them to bring in for a vase. Those hands just let me think that was ok. Those hands endured a pet turtle in my room and even helped clean out the bowl. Those same hands made the puppy stay outside.

Hands taught me to peel potatoes, to sew a stitch, and wash a dish.  They held the book while it was read and pointed to words I could learn.  
Those hands are older now and slower to move, sometimes swollen and filled with pain. The wisdom of those hands has held my babies and caressed their faces.

 Those hands taught me to love.

Share how you would like to honor your mother or special woman in your life.
Happy Mother's Day!