Saturday, January 30, 2016
Brenda's story, "Angels Over Iraq," was first printed in Angels Magazine. Guideposts selected the best stories that appeared in this magazine and published a hardcover anthology. Brenda's story was included in this book.
Her story is about her nephew who served two tours of duty in Iraq. She had a dream that angels were protecting him and wrote a story about her vision. It was included in both the magazine and anthology.
The Lord did in fact protect John and he got home to America. He was called to preach and is now attending divinity school.
God does great things!
His grandfather was also a Southern Baptist minister for 40 years. We are praying God will lead John in the field where it's His will to use him for God's glory. We appreciate very much the prayers of our blogger friends that John will be used in a mighty way for the Kingdom of God.
Monday, January 25, 2016
You'll step back in time at this old-fashioned ice-cream parlor, burger and sandwich shop. Antiques ranging from a crank telephone, rocky horse, rag dolls, a telephone booth, vintage china, old posters, ice-cold bottled Cokes, moon pies, antique furniture, farm tools, and many other mountain crafts dot this unique parlor.
I often visit the L'il Corner to escape stress. Tension melts like hot butter in this peaceful place. It's also a great place to write while I savor an old-timey cola float, or lick a strawberry ice-cream cone, or chomp a triple-chocolate-fudge brownie.
Besides these deliciously sinful desserts, you'll find sandwiches, burgers, homemade soups, chili and beans, hotdogs, and scrumptious salads. Waiters serve a free bag of fresh-popped corn as an appetizer as you study the menu.
It's a living history lesson in this little shop. I recall in the 1960s we would drop by this parlor every Sunday after church. Back then we didn't have any restaurants in our little mountain town.
Johnny Beal owned the country store back then. We got some bologna, a loaf of bread, hoop cheese, moonpies, and RC Colas for our lunch.
Each time I dine at the Best L'il Corner, it's a pleasant experience. I think you will enjoy a jaunt to this little ice-cream parlor, too.
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