One of my favorite songs is The Anchor Holds because it the story of my life: I have journeyed through the long, dark night; Out on the open sea by faith alone sight unknown; and yet His eyes were watching me; though the ship is battered, though the sails are torn; The anchor holds in spite of the storm But it was in the night, through the storms of my life; Oh, that's where God proved His love to me; The anchor holds—though the ship is battered; The anchor holds—though the sails are torn; I have fallen on my knees as I faced the raging seas; The anchor holds in spite of the storm You see . .

At the tender age of fifteen, Andy Bowman answered God’s call to make ministering to people his number one goal for the rest of his life. Ministry is his first love. But did that call on his life demolish from his mind and his heart everything else that he loved?

How can we obtain badly needed rest and sleep when mourning the death of a loved one? The shock of the death sends our bodies into overdrive. Our normal routines are changed. We stay up late, eat little or nothing, and often have to deal with a variety of emotions, especially depression.

Dear Editor, My name is Marie Thompson. I started working at Kemp’s Drug Store in February 1975.

Samantha loved watching her cats play. They ran with each other, and tackled each other, honing their skills. But Sadie seemed to always be set upon by both Lucy and Tom. Lucy was the “alpha” or oldest of the three. Tom was a male younger than Sadie and he was always pouncing and jumping on Sadie. Samantha told her father, “Dad, I feel sorry for Sadie. Both of the others always attack her.” Her dad replied, “Yes, but have you noticed that Sadie can run faster than either of the other two? She can also climb higher in the trees than the others. The challenge has made her stronger.”

His uncle really didn’t do Joe any favors. Sure, he secured a very high-paying job for Joe.

Someone recently asked what about using the cliché "Our thoughts and prayers are with you." We say it because it's the right thing to say. Everyone accepts this condolence in good faith, right? I guess I never really thought about it before as I always considered it a respectable, comforting phrase that had a positive intention associated with it.

Some things never change. An editorial in a local newspaper in August 1960 quoted a youngster, “My parents are just too busy with their own affairs. They will see that I have clothes, food and shelter, and in addition, as many of the luxuries as they can afford to give me, but when it comes to actually spending some time with me, talking, enjoying recreation together or even taking interest in my homework, well, they just won’t give me the time of day.” The editorial was discussing the fact that school would begin in a few weeks and schools would attempt to educate children “in spite of themselves.”

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The four-year-old little girl had a startlingly vivid imagination. She loved to live in a make-believe world of her own, and expected everyone else who happened to be around to follow along.