Today I want to express my thanks to the Creator who brought my wife Madge into my life. We have been blessed with 5 great children, and their spouses; Charity and her husband Paul; Monica and her husband Samson; Timothy and his wife Sarah L.; Philip and his wife Sarah J.; James and his wife Amber.
We have been blessed as well with twelve  grandchildren; four boys, and eight girls.
I am thankful that Madge and I have been together for forty six years plus some, and every day of each year was a learning experience, and a blessing for which I must thank my God and Savior. Thank You Lord Jesus.
Thankful from the banks of Flat Creek,
The day of Thanksgiving in the month of November, this year on the 28th day of the month is a National Holiday. I am, however a man who enjoys being thankful everyday.
So for the month of November on this blog site I am planning on giving you at least one thing I am thankful for. We need to ask the question; “To whom are we to be thankful?”
Yes we are to be thankful to family, wife for her husband, and the other way around. Thankful for the things others do for you. To whom are we to give thanks ultimately?
Our thanks, ultimately, should be to our Creator who is our Lord, our Savior, and God, and Sustainer.
Today, I am grateful and thankful for the ability to move my fingers, my hands, my toes and feet, to move my legs, and that I can walk, even run some; and I can thank no one else but my Lord and God. So here it is…
Thank You Father for all the above.
From the banks of Flat Creek,
It is Friday January 11, 2019 and Sunday is coming.
There are many who think Sunday is just another day of the week. It is, in fact, the first day of each week, and the day the early Christians met in remembrance of our Lord’s resurrection.
I have never tried to hide the fact that I am a follower of Jesus Christ. I do not believe in Him because I am fearful of eternity’s fire if I do not. I believe in Him and follow Him because He loved me, and loves me so much that He proved it.
In recent years I have grown to a place in Him that I never doubt or question His love for me. What I do question and sometimes doubt is my love for Him.
My goal throughout every week is to Get Ready for Sunday. The day I join with a few others to lift up the name of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ in our place of worship; singing hymns of worship and praise, praying, and to preach and hear the preaching of the word of God.
I pray that anyone who is reading this is like minded, and you are preparing yourself to meet the Lord, with those of like mind in Church on Sunday. It will surely improve your heart, mind, and attitude through the coming week.
If you are not getting ready for Sunday you may not be ready for the day the Son returns.
God richly bless you
From the banks of Flat Creek,
As I sit at my computer this morning the lightening is flashing, the thunder is rolling, and rain is falling. We received the blessing Saturday evening too; and received about one inch of the blessing. During a rain break, I went and checked my bucket and there was another inch plus a quarter in the bucket.
Saturday July 20 made 5 weeks since we had received any significant rainfall. Now the drought has been broken.
Now the rain is continuing. There is only One who is worthy of thanks, and that is our Creator; our Maker; our Savior, and our friend. Thank YOU Lord.
Blessed Assurance, Jesus is Mine
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long; This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight: Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Saviour am happy and blest: Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915
Mrs Joseph F. Knapp, 1839-1908
-posted by Tim A. Blankenship
O WORSHIP THE KING
“O worship the King, all glorious above, And gratefully sing His wonderful love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space! His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail: Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer and Friend.”
Robert Grant, 1779-1838 Johann M. Haydn, 1737-1806
Worship the King. Today and everyday.
For anyone who may be even the slight bit interested I am still keeping my journal. I have written in it every day with about two hand written pages. A few years ago I thought I would keep my journal on the computer and store it on floppy disc. That is when I started losing heart to journal.
This time back to it I am doing my hand writing on paper, and it just seems to be a bit more personal. It could be that doing my Bible study on the computer has caused me to lose touch with the Lord in some way. That is something I may be changing soon.
Going back to a book in my hands, paper to write on the desk, and a mind focused on the words of the Lord; that just seems that it might be more of what the Lord intended. For me it seems the computer takes away much of the personal touch with my Savior.
I will still use the computer for a quick reference on the concordance and such, and other research, but the rest I will do the old fashioned way. Trust the Holy Spirit, use Scripture, and pray.
Just another hillbilly writing from the banks of Flat Creek.
I like the way the weeks roll around; especially Sunday’s. Sunday in my family has always been a day of rest and worship. Worshipping the Lord of all creation, the Creator, is one of the greatest parts of life and living. That is something I endeavor to do all week long.
One of the things I have said before is, “I’ve got to go to church”; and it isn’t that “I’ve got to”, but I get to go to church today. If it ever becomes a “got to”, then going to church and worship has become nothing more than a mere religious action and it becomes a sacrament, or a necessity for salvation. I am not saved by any good work I do, but by the grace of God, to do good works.
I pray all who are reading this will be attending the worship services in your local church; and worshipping Jesus Christ, Lord, King, Savior, Prince of peace, Creator. Love Him. Cherish Him. Worship Him. Serve Him. Fear Him and Him alone, and you will need to fear nothing else.
It is great honor and privilege to be able to look out our patio door and see the things He has created around us; or to step out the door and hear the sounds of His creation; and know He is watching over us all.
Part of what we hear when we step out the back door is the rolling waters of Flat Creek as it makes its way toward Table Rock Lake a few miles down stream. Bless the LORD O, my soul.
I’m hearing that my Dad will be coming home today (08/19/11). I don’t think he has improved in the sense of being better off. He is most likely near to going home to be with Jesus our God and Savior. He may have some strength for the days ahead to do what he feels like doing; and he may not.
Dad is still talking of getting up to go milk the cows. That is what he has done all his life. Even though his health has been failing him, he has endeavored to go to the milk barn, and help my brother with the milking. It has given him a sense of self worth, and something to do.
There is one thing I know, and that is that Dad is ready to see Jesus Christ, King of kings, Lord of lords; and to be with Him for ever and for ever. No one can actually know that of any one else, but you can see it by the way they live; and what is in their hearts and comes out of their mouth. That is what has come out of Dad’s heart and mouth. His love and concern for his wife, children, grandchildren; and others too. It hurts my Dad to see family members at odds with one another – maybe I should say angry with one another to the point of not speaking. I also know Dad has not been perfect; and he knows that too.
I am thankful that God gave me my Dad. I am thankful that God has blessed me with the family given me. I pray that I can be as faithful to God, and His Church as my Dad has been.
Like I said above, I hear that Dad is coming home today. He will be back near the banks of Flat Creek, his wife and family; and of course the milk cows.