"For this reason I say to you, do not be anxious for your life, as to what you shall eat, or what you shall drink; nor for your body, as to what you shall put on. Is not life more than food, and the body than clothing?  "Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?  "And which of you by being anxious can add a single cubit to his life's span?  "And why are you anxious about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin,  yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory did not clothe himself like one of these.  "But if God so arrays the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more do so for you, O men of little faith?

-- MATTHEW 6:25-32(NASB)



  Be not anxious for your life,  
  As to what you’ll eat or drink;  
  But trust the Lord for each days’ needs,  
  He’ll give more than you ask or think.  
  For your body, worry not,  

For clothing have not a care;


God knows the covering that you need,

  He’ll supply what you shall wear  
  Your body is much more than clothes,  
  Just look at the lilies and know;  
  That though they neither toil nor spin,  
  On them great beauty He did bestow.  


  And life is far more than food,  
  Look at the birds and you’ll know;  
  The Father above provides for them;  
  Though they neither reap nor sow.  
  And if He cares that much for them,  
  How much more He cares for you!  
  For in His image you are made,  
  And each day His provisions are new.  


  Janet Fenton Meadows  
  Petrified Tree Stump by Don Meadows in The Petrified Forest, Arizona 2010  
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  I took a walk with my dog today.  

  The wind was blowing, it seemed to say,


 Come, Little Leaves, with me and play


They flitted and fluttered in the air

  And I was so glad that I was there;  
  I felt God’s Presence everywhere  


  Piles of leaves were in the street,  
  Raked by men to make their yards neat.  
  But the leaves were eager the wind to meet.  
  And floating in the air they seemed to say,  
  We’ll play with the wind one more day,  
  Before the street cleaners sweep us away.  
  The sight I so very much did enjoy,  
  And I wondered if the leaves were God’s toy  
  As a kite is to a little boy.  


   Janet Fenton Meadows  
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  I thank my God upon every remembrance of you. – Philippians 1:3 (KJV)  
  Today is Homecoming Day  

Here at Maple Street;


It’s a day for reminiscing

  And with dear friends to meet  
  Some dear faces are missing  
  From our midst today;  
  But we will see them again in heaven  
  On that Great Homecoming Day.  
  I am so glad I am here today  
  To share with all of you;  
  Many memories flood my mind  
  Of things we used to do.  
  We all worked hard together,  
  Our dear Lord’s will to do;  
  Sometimes it was a struggle,  
  But He always saw us through  
  We were so richly blessed as we  
  Put others’ needs before our own.  
  And it was in these times that on  
  “Good Ground” our seeds were sown.  
  I remember picking the pumpkins;  
  We got so tired and dirty, too;  
  But we were doing it for Jesus,  
  That made it easier to do.  
  The parking lot sales and bazaars,  
  Mission trips and community dinners,  
  The hard work that all of you did  
  In my book made you more than winners.  
  The joys of worship services  
  Held in the sanctuary here  
  In my heart will remain forever;  
  I’ll always hold them dear.  
  The Joyful Voices singing,  
  The faithful Chancel Choir,  
  The Bell Choirs with their ringing,  
  All blessed our worship hour.  


  These rhymes could go on forever,  
  So many things I can recall  
  Of years spent at Maple Street  
  Sharing in God’s Work with you all.  
  But I will end my rhymes today  
  And hope that each one hears  
  As I say “thanks” to all of you  
  For nine unforgettable years.  
  Janet Fenton Meadows  
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  Rainbow Picture by Linda Bishop near Slocum  

Genesis 9:12-16 And God said, This is the token of the covenant which I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for perpetual generations: I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth. And it shall come to pass, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be seen in the cloud: And I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall no more become a flood to destroy all flesh. And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is upon the earth.

  The Rainbow  

When we see a rainbow,

  God sees it, too.  
  And He remembers His promise  
  To me and to you.  

Never again will there come a flood,

  To destroy all on earth that’s of flesh and blood  

Janet Fenton Meadows

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  Hebrews 13:5b: For He hath said, “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” (KJV)  
  God Is Still There  

When my heart is heavy and burdened with care,

  I sometimes forget, God, that You are still there.  
  I fret and worry and can hardly pray  
  As I try by myself to determine a way  
  To bring an end to my trouble and woe,  
  And try to discover which way to go.  
  Then, God, You remind me in some way or other  
  That the only thing I need to discover  
  Is that You are still there and always will be;  
  And if I but trust You, then I will see  

That You truly love me and You won’t depart

  Even when I have a sad, weary heart.  
  You have the answers to the problems that press,  
  Making me suffer such pain and distress.  
  And if I’ll but listen to hear Your voice,  
  You’ll always help me to make the right choice.  
  You’ll always be with me if I choose to stay  
  Always with You and trust You each day.  

Janet Fenton Meadows

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  Behold, what manner of love the Father hash bestowed upon us, that we should be called the children of God. –1 John 3:1  

When I think that the Creator of the world

  And the God of the universe  

Has made Himself known to me

  And saved me from sin’s curse,  
  I am amazed and overwhelmed  

That He should love me so;

  For who am I that He should bend  
  To one so weak and low?  
  I know not why this wonderful grace  
  Should have been given to me;  
  But I’ll thank Him for this precious gift,  
  Praise and serve Him eternally.  
  Janet Fenton Meadows