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"Don't Worry"
(Author Unknown)

A pastor had been on a long flight from one place to another. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: Fasten your seat belts. Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."

As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."

And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.

The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.

"Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and everything within her small world was calm and orderly.

"Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid." The minister could hardly believe his eyes.

It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.

The child replied, "Cause my daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home."

There are many kinds of storms that buffet us.

Physical, mental, financial, domestic, and many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a darkened sky.

Let us remember: Our Father is the Pilot. He is in control and taking us home. Don't worry.

 By Bill Young III

 Christmas Memories

Another Christmas has come and gone, but oh the memories to look back on. The kids and their toys and all the gifts too, and heavens who can forget all the food. All the family In each ones "Rare" form, but the love that is shared can never be torn. It makes me think back to the days when I was little when I would wake to find presents and definitely wouldn't piddle. I would tear into them like a bat out of umm Heaven, my brother would try to steal them but I wouldn't let em. Then on to get dressed there was much more to do, for I knew that my grandparents had gifts for me too. And then the food, ahhh the food. There was enough to feed an army and then some too. We would eat and eat till we couldn't breath anymore, but wait a minute we have to eat again at 4. Off to the next set of grandparents we'd go, with our bellies all full and our hearts all aglow. And there to find another big feast, enough to fill the biggest of beast. We would eat AGAIN and try to save space for some pecan pie or a small piece of cake. Then stuffed to the max my stomach needs healing, I see the presents that are stacked to the ceiling. I always looked forward to coming here cause I'd get enough clothes to last me a year. Then on to our house with a truck load of gifts, way way more than I want to lift. Its time to go to bed and dream about today, and hope that those times never go away. But now we're grown and moved away from home, and all of us have a family of our own. Some of our grandparents have gone to be with the Lord and there we know they will never get bored. The memories we have will never go away, and each year comes new memories we make. Of our moms and dads and grandparents too, may our memories be glad and never be blue.

Bill Young III

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