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Still true. I am blessed.

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

It’s not her birthday, nor is it our anniversary, and so, what better day to tell the world how special she is, and how blessed I am to have her in my life.

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Happy Birthday, Mom!

From my book of encouragements, Be Still.

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

Today is my mom’s birthday, and I can think of no better tribute than this excerpt from my book, Be Still. If you click on the link (or if you have a copy), you will see her picture on the cover. I began writing these encouragements for Mom about three years ago, and published the book last year as a gift to her. The Bible tells us we should honor our mother, and that I certainly do! Happy birthday, Mom! I love you!

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Happy Birthday, Sherry!

Happy Birthday!

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

Today is Sherry’s birthday, and this is my tribute to her. It is taken from my book, Be Still, and it says all I want to say quite well.

 A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. Proverbs 31: 10-12

me & sherryYes, today, and every day, I celebrate this special lady who helps me face life without fear; loves me more than I deserve; brings peace into my life and fills my days with joy.

My precious Sherry celebrates her birthday today—I believe she said she was 39—and I just want to thank God for her. I can’t imagine where I might be without her, and I cannot plan a future where she is not by my side.

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No Doubt About It

It’s not all about us. it’s about God’s plan. We have nothing to fear because whether we know it or not, we’re doing God’s work. There are times we wonder why we’re doing what we do. Maybe we feel like our job is meaningless and we feel like we’re just spinning our wheels in a world gone mad. The thing is, God’s will is in even the smallest thing we do. We’re a part of His plan! I compare it to a line in the poem, Desiderata: desiderata picWhat we have to remember is, It’s God’s universe. No doubt about it!

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All These Things

God’s blessed peace. Sometimes elusive, often fleeting, but always worth seeking, pursuing, and clinging to.

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

Jesus hugGod wants us to be at peace with Him and each other, and to be so, we must first seek His wisdom and heart. Matthew Chapter 5—often referred to as the beatitudes—seems designed to guide us to the wisdom that comes from knowing and loving God. God desires for us to be in Him, Him in us, being loved by Him, and loving Him.

In Matthew 6:33, Jesus says, “Butseek first his Kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”  The emphasis in those words should be on the word “all”. When we seek God, He will make us all He intends us to be, and we’ll become peacemakers, not because we desire peace, but because He desires it.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God. Matthew 5:9

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Who’d A Thunk It?

IMG_20171016_150100797_HDRDay number 25,202 started like most of the last 1000 or so; about three cups of coffee and some sweet cakes—always have to have something sweet with my coffee—been doing that every morning for about 35 or so years. That said, I then read our morning devotional, and Sherry and I talked about God and our many blessings for a bit. We’ve been doing that for almost 24 years now. After that, I did a four-minute plank, then Mom called and we talked about God, which is mostly what we talk about in our weekly chats. And then, I put on my shoes and was about to walk out the door and take a quick five-mile walk, when son, Bill called. We talked for a good while—we always do—but I had to smile after we hung up. I told Sherry I knew it was my birthday, because Bill let me talk quite a bit. We laughed, because she knows when Bill calls, he usually does most of the talking. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I love to listen to him and get the low down on what him and his boys are up to. When Trevor and Nathan were playing football in high school, Bill would call on Saturday or Sunday and literally give me a play by play of Friday night’s game. Being so far away was hard—never getting to see the boys play ball—but Bill’s account of the games took away some of the pain. So, anyway, after we talked, I went for that five-mile walk, then came back and fixed me and Sherry a PB&J on some of my grilled homemade jalapeno bread. (Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.) Now—it’s straight up noon—I’m going to run to the store, then come back and mow & trim the yard. Probably take it easy the rest of the day, then go out for a celebratory dinner this evening. Early evening, of course. I mean, after all, I’m 25,202.5 days old, ya know. Who’d a thunk I’d last this long?

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The Last Grain of Sand

There are times when time seems to stand still, and others when it seems to move much too fast. It does neither.

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

This is a brand new story–hot off the press–and I apologize that it isn’t much of a Thanksgiving kind of tale. It’s a bit on the darker side of things, and you can thank the folks at Bluebell Books for that, because it was their prompt that inspired it. Actually, they’re not to blame at all. I doubt too many will come up with a story or poem like the one you’re about to read, based on the innocent picture they provided. Enough of my babbling! Read the story! It’s good!

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