Beverly Joy Roberts

While driving home a few weeks ago, I looked up and saw a small patch of blue sky poking through an otherwise gray Michigan skyline. ( actual photo ) The contrast between these two colors drew my eyes upward.  The beauty of that little patch of blue against the vast grayness amazed me. I'm not a meteorologist, so I won't try and give any scientific explanation for what I say...yawn fest. I only know that on this day, one little piece of sky was a beautiful reminder that even when 99% of everything around me is gray--it won't be that way forever. How do I know?  I looked up and got a little peak of what's on the other side.    Psalm 5:3 says, My voice You shall hear in the morning, O Lord ; In the morning I will direct it to You, And I will look up . You may be feeling like your personal problems seem dark and are closing in on you like the gray Michigan skyline, but don't give-up...don't go to the dark-side. Here's a piece of great advice-- l

The week following Christmas, the junk was piled up outside my back door.  Every time I enter the house through the garage, I had to look at that mess of junk; wrapping paper, cardboard boxes and bags of garbage spilling out of the trash can. I'd tell my husband, "Close the garage door, I don't want anyone to see our junk."  Or, "Don't let people come in the house through the garage.  I'd be ashamed for them to walk by that garbage." I would imagine there is no other person in the world with hidden junk--only me. I like to present myself as junk free !  But, I'm really not fooling anyone. We all have hidden junk--don't we.  I even have a designated junk drawer in my kitchens because--after all--our junk needs a place to hide.  But just because it's out of sight doesn't' mean it's not there. "Hey, don't open that drawer!" Someone knows, Someone sees--He sees behind every closed door, drawer and yes--ev

Do you remember that old saying "Teacher's Pet?"   I sure do.  How I wished it would have been me--even once!    Most of us know that the "Teacher's Pet " did everything to the great satisfaction of the teacher.  The teacher would praise the pet with kind words and show the pet special favor.  The pet was first in line and called on to pass out papers. Lucky pet! I realize some people are more likeable than others.  Let's face it--some folks are just annoying.  Some have a way of getting under your skin.  They can be close talkers, invaders of personal space, interrupters.  They can laugh too loud and talk too much.   These people probably have not known a day where they felt true favor --and I'm pretty sure they have never been the "Teacher's Pet " either .   You may be wondering...oh my goodness...is she talking about ME? No...I'm talking about us . We were all without favor.  We were all begging to be see

A beautiful work of art recently showed up on the closet door in our guest room/office.  As you can see, in the attached pictures, it's a masterful rendition in red ink.  I messaged a picture of the sketch to my daughter asking if she recognized the artist's handiwork.   She shot me back a text with at least three of those Emoji's--you know the ones... crying from laughter.   She let me know that none of her three artist were laying claim to the masterpiece. The daughter went on to say that the only one whose style was close to this gallery worthy art, usually signed all her work.  Her bedroom walls prove this statement true. My girl then suggested that maybe her father was the artist.  She suggested that it looked like an attempt at a self portrait...and there were some obvious similarities with the way my husband combs his hair. The husband wouldn't claim the masterpiece either. I just wish the artist would have done it on paper, because I w