by admin | Oct 11, 2020 | blog, Book Shop, Bullying, Civil War, Coronavirus, COVID 19, Dead People, Depressed, Grandmother, Heterochromia, Hope, Life, Love, Macmillan Nurse, Murder, Paramedics, Poison, Suicide, Talk To Someone, Teenage Crime, Thank you, Uncategorized, www.gllpublishing.com
♫♫ You are my LORD and SAVIOUR You are my GOD and KING I lift my hands to Heaven I lift my hands and sing . . . Jesus, come in To my heart Jesus, come in To my life Jesus, come in . . . ♫♫ Taken from – ‘Despite All Odds: A Dream Fulfilled part2 G. Lawson www.gllpublishing.com A Letter of Thanks to ABBA GOD Dear God, Thank You I may not be where I expected to be right now But I know that You are working things out for me And making a way where there seems to be no way Thank You I may cry at night, lonely and confused as to why I am still where I am But I know joy will come in the morning And You ABBA GOD will give me beauty for ashes Thank You My job, my finances, my weight may not be the best right now But my faith is growing as I read the Bible, Your Precious WORD every day And stand in hope knowing that all things are working for my good Thank You From your child – whose name is written on the Palm of Your Hand (In all things give thanks – Always have an attitude of gratitude) From G Lawson www.gllpublishing.com Lead me LORD Lead me LORD and I will follow Let me know where I should go In You ABBA God is my tomorrow In You is everything I need to know Lead my LORD – Here is my hand Lead me...
by admin | Apr 5, 2017 | blog, Book Shop, Civil War, Depressed, Grandmother, Murder, Railroad, Slaves, Teenage Crime, Uncategorized, www.gllpublishing.com
CHAPTER 11 Do people know the day on which they are going to die? Do they wake up in the morning with a heightened sense of impending doom? Do they feel different in some way from the many other days of their lives? Do they feel more alert and more aware or maybe less alert and less aware? Grandma Teresa awoke on the 7th of August and, like all the other days since her grandsons had come to live with her, she felt happy. She was a slight woman with frail bones, due not so much to old age as to a poor diet, accompanied by years of anorexia nervosa, when she was younger. She was what many would call a woman of lingering beauty. At fifty-nine she still looked ‘catwalk’ striking, yet gracefully fragile. What Grandma Teresa lacked in her physical body, she made up for in her strong will and determination to help people. Her life over the past fifty-nine years held painful and joyful memories. The death of two young children from drug and alcohol abuse and the incarceration of a third child were the cause of the many furrows on her face. This was closely followed by the squandering of her mass fortune by two of her five husbands and the death of her first husband, her first love, an honest, hard working man, whom she always regretted divorcing. She could hear her grandsons and their friends talking in the adjacent room and smiled. Not only did she enjoy their company, for the first time in a long while she had people that took care...
