New Book Coming Out in Early 2019

Being a writer is something I enjoy doing. Although I am a mechanic by day, I get to find new adventures at night creating compelling characters that live lives that help others. My first book The Christmas Stocking, was a story about a little boy who want to find a Christmas stocking so he could find his parents. I've sold over two hundred copies with great feed back. Later I will share some of the reviews I received.

My next book Faith Keepers will be coming out in early 2017. I wanted to share the cover with you and ask that you tell me what it says to you. I love feedback from anyone who wants to give it. So please tell me what the cover conveys to you and how it sparks your emotions. I am excited about it and would love to hear from you.

Thanks
Louis Edwards

Get Some Sleep

Text:

Psalm 121:4

Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.

   How many of us have spent sleepless nights worrying about things we cannot control? We toss and turn fretting about tomorrow, borrowing from its troubles. It becomes a vicious cycle, tearing us apart, consuming us from the inside out. It robs us of our joy and defeats us from within. If we are not careful it can affect those around us.

   I was told of a man who was facing a crisis he could not control and a friend told him to read Psalm 121:4. Just before going to bed he decided to read the passage and was comforted by his new discovery. When he finished, he knelt by his bed, prayed and concluded with this; “Well, Lord, there’s no need for both of us to stay up all night. Good night Lord, I’m going to sleep while you stay awake.”

   Although it may seem difficult to allow Him to take our worries and go to sleep at night, we have another verse that can help ease the tension. Phil. 4:6-7 says, “Be careful (do not worry) for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your request be made know unto God. And the peace of God (listen to it the peace of God) which passes all understanding shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” So, why not let Jesus take our problems? Who knows, we may even be able to, “Get Some Sleep.”

Louis Edwards

Post-it Note

Text:

Jeramiah 31:3b

Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with loving kindness have I drawn thee.

   In 1968, Dr. Spencer Silver, a scientist at 3M in the United States, was attempting to develop a super-strong adhesive. Instead he accidentally created a “low-tack,” reusable, pressure-sensitive adhesive. This misfortune is now a popular piece of paper used around the world to remind us of tasks we need to do, and allows us to express our feelings toward others.

When my wife first discovered the Post-it Note, she used it to remind me of the tasks she had waiting for me. I wondered if  Dr. Silver realized what he created when he made those small sticky pieces of paper. Soon after, my wife started attaching those little sticky pieces of paper in my lunch with little acronyms like, SHMILY See How Much I Love You and many others. She would place them in our children’s lunches, books, and other places to encourage them during the difficult times in their lives.

In our text the Lord reminds us of the love and kindness he has toward us. He helps us by leaving little nuggets of Post-it Notes in His word. He places people in our path to give us a word of encouragement, a listening ear, or an uplifting prayer. Look for a personal Post-it Note from the one who has, loved thee with an everlasting love… and tell Him how much you love Him today.

L. W. Edwards

Ebenezer

Text:

1 Samuel  7:12

Then Samuel took a stone, and set it between Mizpeh and Shen, and called the name of it

Ebenezer, saying, Hitherto hath the LORD helped us.

   Many of us have heard or seen the story, The Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens. Three ghosts visited Ebenezer Scrooge, but only one, the ghost of Christmas future took him to a place that changed his life forever, the graveyard. When they arrived, the apparition pointed to  a headstone marking the spot of the miser's doom. Realizing the fate of his future, Ebenezer changed his life forever.

Like Mr. Scrooge, we can become bitter, indifferent, and cold to the things of life and even to the work of God. We have been hurt, disappointed, used, and unable to let go. Left untreated it can consume us like a cancer, devouring and destroying before we realize what has happened. 

When the author of this classic novel penned the name Ebenezer Scrooge, his message was clear. Help. The name Ebenezer comes from a Hebrew word meaning, the stone of help or the LORD helped us. When life brings us to a point of bitterness and despair, let the Spirit of God guide us to the, Ebenezer or stone of help and allow Him to change our life forever.

The Emmaus Walk

Louis Edwards

Dana’s testimony:

A wonderful Christian lady and friend, Angela Beach Silverthorne sent this to me. It is a true life event about her grandson that taught her a lesson. She shared it on her blog: Angela Beach Silverthorne to help others. With permission, her daughter Dana has allowed me to share this with you.
Thank you Dana and Hudson, for the wonderful work Jesus is doing in your life and the lives of others.


A couple of weeks ago we were blessed with a teaser spring day, so my husband and I decided to take our son out for a little walk on a nature trail in town.   It was also just a few days post him getting his cochlear processors on and we wanted to let him just explore things at his speed, without his sisters in his wake.   

We could barely unharness him from his carseat quick enough.  As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he ran full force.  Barely taking time to rub off his hands when his feet couldn’t keep up.  He was bound for exploration. 

Suddenly he FROZE.   

His chin shot up to the sky.  He cupped his hand around his mouth and my 20 month old gasped.  Literally gasped!  His eyes so glued to the sky that it was as if the whole world stopped. 

You see at 20 months old, he was hearing the jets for the first time.  He was hearing his first loud, thunderous sound echo across the sky.  Of the hundreds of times we have heard that or ignored it since his birth, today it was new to him and he seemed to bathe in its wonder.  

I couldn’t help but revel in it myself. 

Every morning when I wake up my kids are instantly chattering, the dog is whining, the alarm is beeping and I just want to throw the covers over my head and hide for just a bit longer.  I moan and groan to the coffee pot, whining because of all the noise. 

When my son wakes up he is completely deaf!  Every day I go to get him, sign to him good morning and kiss his cheek.  He is totally content, but I can tell that by now he is waiting for something…a new routine in our day.  I quickly attach his new “ears”….within minutes he is instantly turned on to the world around him.  He smiles from ear to ear and CLAPS! 

Then why am I still moaning? 

God is using my son to teach me a good lesson.  To stop taking the wonder of this world for granted.  To soak in the beauty, the chaos, the noise…all of it.  To him sound is a miracle, a path of exploration.  When I see him laugh and clap and dance to sounds for the first time I cannot help but feel like his euphoria is contagious.   

See I think at even such a young age, he gets it.  When his cochlears are off prepping for nap/bed time, bath time, pool time, beach time and even when going down slides it is like the world is silenced.  Birds fly, but don’t sing.  Waves crash, but don’t roar.  Lips move, but nothing comes out.  We still talk in other ways, but it is completely silent.  So, I think when he gets his ears on every time it feels new.  I imagine it will his whole life.  I wonder if even as an adult he will revel in his baby cries, his wife’s laugh, or the jet noise even just a little more than the rest of us.   

I pray that I live like each day and sound is a gift.  That when the jets fly overhead I pause, look up and thank God! 

“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.”  Psalm 139:14

You can read more of how God is blessing in the lives of others by going to: Angel Beach Silverthorne's site.

Homeless man gives money to rich guy, what happens next will make you cry

Matt. 25:40...Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

This is such a blessing.

The Parable of the Birds

The man to whom I’m going to introduce you was not a scrooge; he was a kind, decent, mostly good man who was generous to his family and upright in his dealings with other men. But he simply didn’t believe all that incarnation stuff that the churches proclaim at Christmastime. It just didn’t make sense, and he was too honest to pretend otherwise. He simply couldn’t swallow the Jesus story, about God’s coming to earth as a man.

“I’m truly sorry to distress you,” he told his wife, “but I’m not going with you to church this Christmas Eve.” He added that he’d feel like a hypocrite and that he’d much rather just stay at home, but that he would wait up for them. And so he stayed home, and his family went to the midnight service.

Shortly after the family drove away in the car, snow began to fall. He went to the window to watch the flurries getting heavier and heavier and then went back to his fireside chair and began to read his newspaper. Minutes later, he was startled by a thudding sound…then another and then another­­—sort of a thump or a thud. At first he thought someone must be throwing snowballs against his living room window, but when he went to the front door to investigate, he found a flock of birds huddled miserably in the snow. Apparently, they had been caught in the storm and, in a desperate search for shelter, had tried to fly through his large landscape window.

Well, he couldn’t let the poor creatures lie there and freeze, so he thought of the barn where his children stabled their pony. That would provide a warm shelter­­­‑‑‑if he could only direct the birds to it.

Quickly, he put on a coat and galoshes and tramped through the deepening snow to the barn. He opened the doors wide and turned on a light, but the birds did not come in. He figured food would entice them in, so he hurried back to the house, fetched bread crumbs, sprinkled them on the snow, making a trail to the yellow-lighted, wide-open doorway of the stable. But to his dismay, the birds ignored the bread crumbs and continued to flap around helplessly in the snow. He tried to catching them. He tried shooing them into the barn by walking around them and waving his arms. Instead, they scattered in every direction, except into the warm, lighted barn.

Only then did he realize that they were afraid of him. To them, he reasoned, I am a strange and terrifying creature. If only I could think of some way to let them know that they can trust me and that I am not trying to hurt them, but to help them. Bur how? Any move he made tended to frighten them and confuse them. They simply would not follow. They would not be led or shooed because the feared him.

If only I could be a bird, he thought to himself, and mingle with them and speak their language. Then I could show them the way to the safe, warm barn. But I would have to be one of them so they could see, hear, and understand.

At that moment the church bells began to ring. The sound reached his ears above the sounds of the wind. And he stood there listening to the bells playing “Adeste Fidelis.” Listening to the bells pealing the glad tidings of Christmas, he sank to his knees in the snow.

“Now I understand,” he whispered. “Now I see why You had to do it.”

Editor’s Note: “The parable of the Birds” was written by Louis Cassels in December 1959. The story, which appeared in newspapers and on radio broadcast, was so popular that it was and continues to be reproduced every Christmas. Paul Harvey helped to immortalize the story on radio. Cassel wrote the story to address the reasons why God chose to come into the world as a man‑‑‑to show His love for people and to personally deliver the message of salvation.