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Arise, shine; for your light has come!  And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you - Isaiah 60:1.

Memories

A special "Hi" to all the baby-boomers reading this. I think we were privileged to be born at a wonderful time in history. Ours was a unique era when simplicity crashed head-on with industry and invention. I have vivid memories of my early years. Living on a 140-acre farm meant that Mama still churned butter, but she had the option of buying something new called "Oleo." Our family was fairly independent, and the farm was self-supporting—echoing the rural lifestyle of centuries past. But we did have a modern black rotary telephone hanging on the wall, connecting us with extended family and others in the county. Our old Philco radio informed us when Eisenhower won the election, and our new Zenith TV brought Howdy Doody, Mighty Mouse and The Lone Ranger into the living room. Today, I find myself drawn to 1950s "collectible" items, especially for the kitchen. My nostalgia for these things can be traced directly to my grandmother. Nonnie told me I was her favorite of Mama's three girls, and she treated me like I was extra special. Because of my discreetly elevated status with Nonnie, visits to my grandparents' farm were always memorable occasions. I was allowed to explore the nooks and crannies of every room and look at all of Nonnie's pretty things. Just being there made me happy. When I was born again at 26, one of the first things I did was write a letter to Nonnie, telling her I was saved and apologizing for being impatient with her when I was a teen. When I think of it now, I'm sure that letter brought tears to her eyes. Nonnie responded right away, expressing her excitement over my salvation, and of course, forgiving my poor behavior. My grandmother was most certainly a Christian, and I always knew she loved me. Because of this love, I know she covered me in prayer. Even in old age they will still produce fruit; they will remain vital and green -

Psalm 92:14 NLT. Yes, Nonnie "produced fruit" until the day she died at 95 years old. Even now, memories of her kindness and love are producing fruit in my heart—and her prayers are still being answered.

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