Posts from May 2022

When Cheryl Prewitt was four years old, she hung around her father’s small grocery store. Almost daily, the milkman would come into the store and greet her with the words, “How’s my little Miss America?” At first she giggled, but eventually she became comfortable with it… and even liked it a little. Soon the milkman’s greeting became a childhood fantasy… then a teenage dream. Finally, it became a goal… and in 1980, she stood on a stage and was crowned……

When God made His highest creation From the earth’s cold, lifeless sod, He gave each one a living soul In the image of his God! To some, He gave great wisdom, Let them see the wider view, So when trouble touch His love ones He could share it with them too. Others gave He words of beauty, So when men the truth do seek, He might plant it in their conscience Through the words that he could speak. Yes,…to each…