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THE JOY OF THE HOLIDAY-A KODAK MOMENT!

Photo of Snow Fall in New Orleans 2008′

Be imitators of God,

therefore, as dearly loved children

Ephesians 5:1

When New Orleans was hit with a deluge of snow and now most of the northeast, America’s Heartlands and surprisingly Los Vegas, I think people forgot it’s really winter. It’s that time of year. Yes there are exceptions, but everynow and then we all get a taste of snow and wintery weather. And yep, big fat snow flakes are falling to the amazement of many; this photo was taken by someone with a joyful spontaneous nature-just like the little girl that obviously is delighted with this occurance. It took me back to growing up in Buffalo, New York excited about the first new snow fall! Snow ice cream, snow tunnels, snow angels and snow men-oh the wonder of snow creations! A favorite time of year for many!

I am not sure about this photographer’s vocation? But, I surely do appreciate this kodak moment captured expressing the sheer joy of living in the moment. It’s the perfect Christmas Card! Well, I’d like thank them and give credit where credit is due. Until then, I pray they aren’t offended with my posting this awesome photo. I am greatful for the email my friend shared with me and now I am spreading what I believe to be contagiously delightful moment!! Can’t you hear the theme music from Charlie Brown’s Christmas special? Sing on “Al” Jarreau!

It’s delightfully Joy filled; loving and living in a happy moment!!

It’s Real and It’s meant for all of US!!! We are joyful and triumphant!

Feliz Navidad, Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza , Happy Christmas, Happy Chanukah- Festival of Lights, Happy Holidays and Season Greetings to you, my friends!!!

May this season and sentiment catch you experiencing God’s gumdrops from heaven!

As Neta simply says: “Peace and Love!”

Joyfully Submitted by Linda Mose Meadows, author
The Blessedness of Believing-A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises
http://blessednessofbelieving.blogspot.com/

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IN CELEBRATION OF IMMANUEL-GOD WITH US!

“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son,

and they will call him Immanuel”

[a] (which means “God with us”).

Matthew 1:23 (NIV)
To celebrate the birth of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I’d like share these gifts wrapped in a virtual box with colorful West African adinkra symbols, this Christmas gold foil created with you in mind! These gifts are a powerful and heart stirring writing by Max Lucado perfectly entitled: The Arrival. Read, reflect and rejoice that Jesus Christ is born! God’s greatest gift to mankind! Now go on and be sure that your volume is up on your monitors and experience the rich earthly sounds and rhythms’ of Soweto Gospel Choir and Ladysmith Black Mambazo lead by Joseph Shabalala. Don’t hold back move freely to the music-this is Christmas and we are making a joyful sound for God is with us! And in reverence to Him and his promises fulfilled- here’s a book of profound prayers entitled: An African Prayer Book by the renowned Bishop Desmond Tutu! Yes, we do have thankful hearts.
Merry Christmas everyone!

I pray that these gifts enlighten you and lift your spirit. May God continue to richly bless you and yours in this sacred season where we proudly proclaim God’s wonder and majesty: REJOICE, REJOICE IMMANUEL!

The UpWords Weekly Email Devotional
http://MaxLucado.com/email/

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THE ARRIVAL
by Max Lucado

God had entered the world as a baby.

Yet, were someone to chance upon the sheep stable on the outskirts of Bethlehem that morning, what a peculiar scene they would behold.

The stable stinks like all stables do. The stench of urine, dung, and sheep reeks pungently in the air. The ground is hard, the hay scarce. Cobwebs cling to the ceiling and a mouse scurries across the dirt floor.

A more lowly place of birth could not exist.

Off to one side sit a group of shepherds. They sit silently on the floor; perhaps perplexed, perhaps in awe, no doubt in amazement. Their night watch had been interrupted by an explosion of light from heaven and a symphony of angels. God goes to those who have time to hear him—so on this cloudless night he went to simple shepherds.

Near the young mother sits the weary father. If anyone is dozing, he is. He can’t remember the last time he sat down. And now that the excitement has subsided a bit, now that Mary and the baby are comfortable, he leans against the wall of the stable and feels his eyes grow heavy. He still hasn’t figured it all out. The mystery of the event puzzles him. But he hasn’t the energy to wrestle with the questions. What’s important is that the baby is fine and that Mary is safe. As sleep comes he remembers the name the angel told him to use … Jesus. “We will call him Jesus.”

Wide awake is Mary. My, how young she looks! Her head rests on the soft leather of Joseph’s saddle. The pain has been eclipsed by wonder. She looks into the face of the baby. Her son. Her Lord. His Majesty. At this point in history, the human being who best understands who God is and what he is doing is a teenage girl in a smelly stable. She can’t take her eyes off him. Somehow Mary knows she is holding God. So this is he. She remembers the words of the angel. “His kingdom will never end.” (*1)

He looks like anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry, though strong and healthy, is still the helpless and piercing cry of a baby. And he is absolutely dependent upon Mary for his well-being.

Majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter.

She touches the face of the infant-God. How long was your journey!

This baby had overlooked the universe. These rags keeping him warm were the robes of eternity. His golden throne room had been abandoned in favor of a dirty sheep pen. And worshiping angels had been replaced with kind but bewildered shepherds.

Meanwhile, the city hums. The merchants are unaware that God has visited their planet. The innkeeper would never believe that he had just sent God into the cold. And the people would scoff at anyone who told them the Messiah lay in the arms of a teenager on the outskirts of their village. They were all too busy to consider the possibility.

Those who missed His Majesty’s arrival that night missed it not because of evil acts or malice; no, they missed it because they simply weren’t looking.

Little has changed in the last two thousand years, has it?

*1 – Luke 1:33
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From God Came Near
Copyright (W Publishing Group, 1986) Max Lucadohttp://maxlucado.net/shopping6.00/shopexd.asp?id=23403

Mavis Staples and Ladysmith Black Mambazo

Ladysmith Black Mambazo (mämbäz`ō), choral group formed in 1965 in Ladysmith, South Africa, led by Joseph Shabalala. The group, which sings with a precise yet free-flowing phrasing, has consisted of 8 to 12 members. Its lyrics, which generally reflect religious themes and everyday concerns, are sung mostly in Zulu, but also in English or Sotho. Their first internationally available album was Induku Zethu (1983). They achieved worldwide recognition and acclaim when they recorded with Paul Simon on his Graceland album (1986); Simon also produced their next album, the Grammy-winning Shaka Zulu (1987). Later releases include Two Worlds One Heart (1990) and Raise Your Spirit Higher (2004; Grammy). The group has also appeared in the drama The Song of Jacob Zulu (1993) and the musical Nomathembe (1995).
Reference: http://www.mambazo.com/allthingsmambazo.html

Exerpt from: Black Ink
http://www.randomhouse.com/broadway/blackink/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780385477307

Written by Desmond Tutu Doubleday Hardcover April 1995 $ 21.95 978-0-385-47730-7 (0-385-47730-9)

ABOUT THIS BOOK

The great Archbishop of Capetown, South Africa, shares with us the simple but profound secrets of his extraordinary spiritual strength by unveiling his very own book of prayer. Prayer, our conversation with God, needs no set formulas or flowery phrases. It often needs no words at all. But for most believers, the words of others can be a wonderful aid to devotion, especially when these words come front faithful fellow pilgrims. The African Prayer Book is just such an aid, for in this collection all the spiritual riches of the vast and varied continent of Africa are bravely set forth. Here we may delight in Solomon’s splendid encounter with the Queen of Sheba, overhear the simple prayer of a penniless Bushman, and glory in the sensuous sonorities of the mysterious liturgies of the Egyptian Copts. Here are Jesus’ own encounters with Africa, which provided him refuge at the beginning of his life (from the murderous King Herod) and aid at its end (in the person of Simon of Cyrene, who helped Jesus carry his cross). Here are the prayers of some of the greatest among the mothers and fathers of the Church — Monica, Augustine, Clement of Alexandria, Cyprian of Carthag — as well as the prayers from the African diasporas of North America and the Caribbean. From thunderous multi-invocation litanies to quiet meditations, here are prayers that every heart can speak with strength and confidence. Archbishop Desmond Tutu, who is for millions the very soul of Africa, is our guide on this unique spiritual journey. His introduction is destined to become a classic, his characteristic energy and optimism light our way, and the words of his favorite prayers (many composed by the Archbishop himself) will stay with us forever. Learn more about Bishop Tutu at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desmond_Tutu

Wonderful Music:

Praises to Our Most High God!

Joyfully Submitted by Linda Mose Meadows, author
The Blessedness of Believing-
A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises

http://blessednessofbelieving.blogspot.com/

"HEY THAT’S WALTER ! " A MEMORABLE EVENING LECTURE WITH WALTER MOSLEY

Walter Mosley’s Current Novel

Walter Mosley Lecture Hosted by Virginia Peninsula Literary Consortium
“Dedicate some of your life to others. Your dedication will not be a sacrifice. It will be an exhilarating experience because it is an intense effort applied toward a meaningful end.”
—Dr. Thomas Dooley (1927-1961); physician of the US Navy
The Foundation for a Better Life [newsletter@forbetterlife.org

There I sat smack dab in the front middle section of auditorium. Yes, this was really occurring, finally the long anticipated event, an evening with Walter Mosley at the beautiful Ferguson Center’s for the Performing Arts on Christopher Newport’s Campus had arrived. There he stood in his signature panama hat. He was down to earth, very funny, his wit pinched my funny bone, I just couldn’t help but to laugh out loud-it felt good and I definitely was in his amen corner. Friends I tried to capture his words, I felt like my pen wasn’t moving in sync with my brain. I should have just absorbed his words but I couldn’t help it! I wanted to relive the evening on paper for a later time. I held on tight to my pen and tried hard to position my journal so it wouldn’t hit the floor. I am the person in the audience whose paper slides on the floor underneath the seat and isn’t content until I have reclaimed it!

I didn’t want to miss any of the pearls of wisdom he freely shared. And there they were:

“Writing is the heart and soul of me. We all experience suffering. I must give something back. Our work is our reward not payment for our debt. Language not everything, our minds, our radios, words go deep in our heart is essential. Literary life is everything we are and can be. Admitted into kingdom unaware- stories told and retold!”

Walther Mosley now the screen writer, lecturer, author extraordinaire spoke profoundly to our writer’s and reader’s hearts. He answered questions with truth and clarity. He said he didn’t want to put on airs. Forgive me if I misquote him, I believe you’ll appreciate the essence of his sentiment. He announced that he has a “literary life seen or imagined…. Writers are not teachers; readers are more intelligent than the writer. …Writer’s are unraveling the mysteries of life. Words tell you, but images are a dull incantation, the right words must sparkle but not too bright! ”

He encouraged those that love writing to write something daily-never skip a day, even if it’s just several sentences-it’s important to create daily! He remarked that writer’s aren’t able to edit their own work. He adamantly stated, “Strick out what doesn’t belong!”

Walter Mosley was really honest when he declared that his father loved his writings, never criticized his work, but was disappointed when he didn’t acquire a “good job” [meaning a 9 to 5] instead. His father didn’t believe he’d be able to make a living wage writing stories. Walter chuckled at that thought but admitted that his life took a turn financially when Devil in The Blue Dress hit the silver screen. We were encouraged to write what we write about and know that some of our best days may mean sitting in our robes glued to our computers, never leaving the house until our work has been birthed. He mused “Now that’s a productive day.” He was really funny when he shared that he didn’t have an exciting life that many others imagine; he simply writes about what’s occurring in their lives.

Much was said, regarding the writers and poets he enjoys, his love of listening to his family share stories, growing up biracial ( Jewish and African American), and the importance of making an impact on our communities.

Friends, I guess what I just discovered , here’s the evening hosted with Walter Mosley! Kudos to the VA Peninsula Literary Consortium. Truly the evening was remarkable! No need to search out this enlightening conversation on CSPAN or YouTube, enjoy more photos and podcast:

Learn more about this interesting author :
http://authors.aalbc.com/walter.htm

And by the way he agreed to photos and signing his books after the talk. Yes, indeed yours truly was in line!!! Ain’t God great! Yes I said, “Ain’t!” 🙂 Bless you all!

Joyfully submitted by:

Linda Mose Meadows, Author

The Blessedness of Believing

A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises

Enjoy other writings:

Click on Blessed Chronicles http://blessednessofbelieving.blogspot.com/

I PRAY THAT HE KNOWS

One of My Favorite Photos of Mike, Ambassador Andrew Young and Shaw University Classmates
However, as it is written:
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard,
no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.”
1 Corinthians 2:9 (NIV)

“Life means to have something definite to do—a mission to fulfill—and in the measure in which we avoid setting our life to something, we make it empty. Human life, by its very nature, has to be dedicated to something.”
—Jose Ortega y Gasset (1883-1955); philosopher

I know our brains resemble curcuit boards during the course of a day. And what about our life time of brain power utilized as we navigate our lives through the maze of ups and downs, trials and triumphs? The night before I had really been too exhausted to focus on the online transcript my son was sharing. He stared at the screen reading his academic transcript. I promised myself that when I was alert the next morning I’d be sure to review the transcript. Instead I found myself at work and chatting with my husband, who inquired if I had seen the transcript and then forwarded the emailed attachment. Amazing technology!
When I reviewed our son’s college transcript (which I had never had an opportunity to review in his previous years of college) the courses and grades surprised me. I knew that this young man had absorbed a great deal of information and content knowledge throughout his life time and now during his undergraduate college stint which is fast concluding. His brain must have been reeling from the Calculus to the music theory and finally the political science courses. By reviewing Mike’s transcript I could visibly tell when he was struggling and stumbling academically and when he was soaring. As he approaches his final semester, his grades and work reflect that he’s confident, assured and comfortable with his academics. His steps must be sure, this must feel exhilarating, and he’s in the home stretch towards graduation!
I feel good about that and thankful to God for allowing me to witness this fete. I especially am mindful of the many phone conversations, the long silence and blurts of “I just don’t know Mom!” Oh my heart was so anxious after those conversations. I always tried to conclude our talks with an upbeat word, a prayer and scripture for reinforcement.
“Remember to read your Bible and pray Mike!
Yes you can accomplish this, you are well equipped to handle this.”
My heart is pleased and yes, our Lord is good!

But, I realize that the real education will occur outside of his comfort zone- the Shaw University comfort zone of familiarity for him and then the learning will take a new form and direction with the peaks and valleys and yes, the “hard knocks of life”.
What has he gained outside of the classroom that will carry him through the lean and difficult periods?
I pray he’s learned to call on the name of the Lord.
I pray he’s comfortable with getting in his secret prayer closet and imploring God until he’s confident about the choices he must make.
I pray that he has scriptures at arms reach or better yet -tucked in his heart which will be his compass and guide when he’s faced not only with hard choices, but for productive living.
I pray that when there’s not another human soul that he neither trusts, nor can confide in-that he’ll know that the God that dwells within him is more than enough.
I pray he has the wisdom and discernment to continually seek, trust and pray to God. Then act on God’s unction.
I pray that he knows his life is a prayer of thanksgiving, not to be messed over.
I pray that he will reach forward, and actively seek out service to assist others for their benefit and God’s glory.
And I pray that he’ll know, that he knows who’s he is and to whom he belongs-JESUS. His SOURCE, FRIEND, MOTHER, FATHER, COMFORTER AND CONFIDANTE!
I pray that he’ll remember the love that anchored him, the prayers that bathed him and the circle of family and friends that encourage(d) and yes, carried him.
I pray that he’ll appreciate his limitations and frailties but applaud God’s Omniscience and Omnipotence.
And, I pray that he values the scripture that my mother taught me and that spills from my mouth when nothing else will:
However, as it is written:
“No eye has seen,
no ear has heard,
no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him”
1 Corinthians 2:9 (NIV)

Joyfully Submitted by Linda Mose Meadows, author

The Blessedness of Believing-
A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises
http://blessednessofbelieving.blogspot.com/

WITH GREAT POSSIBILITIES BECOME REALITIES

But Jesus looked at them and said to them,

“With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

Matthew 19:26

With faith great possibilities become realities. That’s my divinely inspired decree for this day! I just love chatting with my friend Joyce Blair who lovingly shares that she and her husband were living comfortable lives, secure in their vocations and then their lives took a turn-a turn for really becoming quite interesting; they dreamed vividly, boldly prayed with expectant faith, explored and obtained the momentum needed to embrace a new reality. Together the Blair’s ventured out; and took the great leap of faith to become owner and innkeeper. There it sits now a beautiful B & B aptly entitled:

The Magnolia House Bed & Breakfast

232 S. Armistead Avenue

Hampton, Virginia 23669

This most impressive bed and breakfast’s initial appearance made family members wonder if the Blair’s were being prudent with their decision. They ignored the naysayers and the objector’s glares. Why refurbish a Victorian home in downtown Hampton? I am sure in their heart’s they adamantly said, “Why not?” Thank God Lankford and Joyce kept their faith and their vision. Today an impressive list of visitor’s (not only in the US) from across the globe frequent their outstanding establishment for respite, vacations, receptions, teas and business meetings.

Been in touch with anyone objecting or questioning your dreams? It matters not! I am sure that you too know what it means to unwaveringly see what you see and have faith enough to believe what you believe!

It’s a fact my friend; others can’t dream our dream and live out our faith!

What’s stirring in your heart?
What are you hoping and dreaming for?
What are you longing to accomplish?
Do you see what God has instilled in you to do?

Well, it surely can happen. Let’s be encouraged to dream big and faithfully act on the vision by Joyce & Lankford Blair http://www.virginia.org/site/features.asp?FeatureID=434 . They’ve remind us not to waiver in our faith that our dreams are not an impossibilty!

With God at the helm, all things are possible to those who believe!
Enjoy Southern Sophistication and know you are welcomed to take a tour, appreciate the view, listen to the up tempo music and breathe in the wonderful aromas of this majestic and peace filled Magnolia House. If I know my friends, they’ll say, “Sit awhile and relax.” As you breathe easy take in God’s goodness and the Blair’s testament of living passionately!
Have a wonderful day and a blessed Christmas holiday!

Beautiful Christmas Tree in Parlor

Joyfully Submitted by Linda Mose Meadows, author
The Blessedness of Believing-
A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises

FOR THE LOVE OF ART

Augusta Savage, “La Citadelle Freedom”
Photography by Taylor J. Meadows
Women of Africa
~Radio Africa (experience w/your ears)~
Smithsonian Institute

Photography by James Van DerZee

Artist Jon Onye Lockard

Art by Gerome Meminger

Creative Works by Synthia Saint james

We are god’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works,
which God prepared in advance for us to do.
Ephesians 2:10

For the love of art- was the theme that I desired to capture this morning. For several days I have been modifying a particular writing and it is wearing me out. There’s so much I want to say, but I really don’t meant to write a novel and bore you about Art! Ok, maybe later on I’ll write the book.

It’s no secret about my love for art. My extended family and parents played a major part in my passion. Growing up I listened to vintage jazz- “Sing Ella Baby” was what Mileka and I heard when her Daddy enjoyed his wonderful jazz collection. I giggled with Mileka when Daddy Wahab enthusiastically talked and listened as Ella Fitzgerald sang. Our Big Daddy-Rev. George Harris listened to his Italian arias as he played chess, read his books, and shared old black & white photos with us. I enjoyed his artistic Greek colliseum mural that he hung in his basement-it was the backdrop for this stimulating atmosphere. In our home, growing up there was an original abstract art piece painted by my Uncle Joe and a powerful pencil sketch of Malcolm X that one of the students presented to his English teacher, my Mama. I was reintroduced to museum and art gallery exhibits in grade school and before that my mother would hold my little hand and take me and my brothers to neighborhood and national art galleries during our summer visits to my grandparents in Washington, D.C.

Yes, my days were and are filled with art appreciation.

I did the same for my son-for the love of art when I enrolled him in a children’s art program at the Albright Knox Art Gallery (Buffalo, NY). Those were fruitful Saturday morning activities for him and his young peers-tours and introduction of past and present artists from around the world. We loved the James VanDerZee exhibit.

Yes, I feel at home with my favorite pieces of art. Art in my home and office makes me happy; it changes a drab wall into an exciting, exhilarating space and boosts my vitality and creativity.

Friends, have you also noted that art lifts the spirit and transforms the soul? When you tire of bad news, run to art sites-it can ignite peace and stir the soul!Your perspective will change. Let the work speak to you, the artists create codes that a discerning heart can crack. The messages are spoken and it’s audible in the mind of the artists, but relayed to the heart of the admirer. The noted artist Jon Lockard says he understands that when an admirer grunts or nods their heads (when viewing his work), they are interpreting his message.

I appreciate and applaud visual and performing artist-I believe that God’s greatness and our blessedness is often conveyed in their work. Artists like: Bibbs, Goodnight, Lockard, Saint James, Poncho Brown, Gerome Meminger and the up and coming whose gift’s are so apparent. Thank you Lord for what is expressed through them.

On occasions when I don’t make it to the Virginia Art Museum, I lean on the internet. It is a marvel indeed. I am grateful for all of the e-art messages received which bless and encourage me to hold on to my faith, celebrate the inner beauty, and see new vistas right at work through my love of art. Here are several sites which restore me. Let’s consider this a virtual tour. I pray that you’ll also benefit from this and then be motivated to search out your nearest art gallery! But in the mean time for the love of art, just praise God for the ingenuity and the anointing of these artist:

Joyfully Submitted by Linda Mose Meadows, author
The Blessedness of Believing-
A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises
http://blessednessofbelieving.blogspot.com/

THE WISDOM OF ONE SIMPLE QUESTION OPENED A FLOOD GATE

WAVY 10 TV News Anchor
Don Roberts with beloved family-his Daddy and Son
The Lord gave the word: great [was] the company of those that published [it].
Psa 68:11

The wisdom of one simple question, “Tell me about your father?” opened a floodgate of emotions not only for the presenter, Mr. Don Roberts News Anchor of WAVY-TV but for all that were present during the Weekly Writers on Thursday’s group meeting at the Hampton City Library. This evening would snowball into something really extraordinary. his was not just another author encouraging our group of eager writers, but this would evolve into an intimate evening that delved deep into some unspoken heart matters. I knew God had sent him and Don Roberts was ideal for facilitating such a sacred moment. He started with reminding us that each day is truly a gift not to be taken for granted. His five word question caused deep and introspective thinking to be followed by group nods and answers that I suspect many had no idea that they’d share.
Don Roberts openly announced that his father was a jewel of a man who actively demonstrated his faith and conviction in family and God. But, he also admitted that the daily news and those public speaking engagements confirm that many aren’t privy to such wonderful encounters and healthy relationships with their fathers.
It’s apparent that Mr. Roberts loves his daddy. A Father’s Day where Mr. Roberts wouldn’t be present with his Daddy birthed a gift of a tribute poem which eventually evolved into a book:

Hey Daddy Read This
by
Don Roberts

Hardcover: 288 pages
Publisher: iUniverse, Inc. (July 22, 2004)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0595849210
ISBN-13: 978-0595849215

Don Roberts’ foreword reveals that he is passionate about acknowledging this most important bond between a father and child which impacts ones life in profound ways. He resontated that this relationship and personal actions spill over into our lives and those we encounter. During his public speaking engagements whether it be at an elementary school or the city jail, the all important question is asked,“Tell me about your father?” “If you could write him a letter what would you say?” Those that willingly participate learn more than they ever imagined.

Through these written expressions from those with loving relationships to those with torn egos and broken hearts much is revealed about themselves and their interpretation about their father’s persona. Out of that exercise of composing letters, powerful inner voice are born, the writer is empowered and honest emotions surface. Eventually discussions and heartfelt sharing fills the room.

This book is a springboard for healing, reaching across generational and gender lines to erect stronger bonds and possibly rectify broken & fragmented relationships due to a child /father relationship. Famous Amos wrote one such poignant letter that changed his life forever. Amos acknowledges for the betterment not only for himself but others that are a part of him.

These letters written to fathers (absent & present) are certainly spiritually & emotional healing-cathartic, revealing, truthful and sobering not only for the author and those who’ve penned the letters, but most assuredly for the reader. You’ll be so pleased to add this book to your libraries. It’s available in local book stores like: Barnes & Nobles, Borders stores, Amazon.com. Learn more about Mr. Roberts and acquiring this powerful book at:

http://www.amazon.com/Hey-Daddy-Read-This-Roberts/dp/0595849210

http://booktour.com/author/don_roberts

Bless you Don Roberts; thank you for this intimate and timely literary work-there’s healing in the land!

How much better to get wisdom than gold,

to choose understanding rather than silver!
Proverbs 16:16

Joyfully submitted by:

Linda Mose Meadows, Author

The Blessedness of Believing

A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises

Enjoy other writings:Click on Blessed Chronicles http://blessednessofbelieving.blogspot.com/

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