“When life is heavy and hard to take,
go off by yourself.
Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer.
Don’t ask questions.
Wait for hope to appear.”
~Lamentations 3:28-29 MSG~
Mr. Bill Conleay is still in ICU at North Oaks. Please continue to pray for him and his family.
Pray for Andy Taylor’s doctors as they determine whether or not he is well enough to come home today.
I trust you will take some time to read the articles that appeal to you on Baptist Press.
Lay Renewal continues today at FBC, Kentwood.
Death Notice Update
Douglas E. Langlois was born March 10, 1942 and passed away at 11:32 a.m., Thursday, August 18, 2011 at Lakeview Regional Medical Center, Covington. He was 69, a native of Woodside and a resident of Independence.
He served our country in the US Army during the Korean Conflict.
Mr. Douglas is survived by a brother, Ronald D. Langlois and wife Dorris, Erin, TN; 3 sisters, Shirley M. Murphy, Dayton, OH, Linda Kennon, Roseland & Judy Carrier and husband Steve, Abita Springs. brother-in-law & sister-in-law, Jack and Betty Clement, Independence
Preceded in death by his parents, Johnny and Gladys Langlois; wife, Fedora “FiFi” Clement Langlois; son, Douglas “Dougie” Langlois; 3 brothers, John H. Langlois, Jewel R. Langlois & Bobby “Cookie” Langlois; 2 sisters, Doris Dubroc and Betty Venterella.
Visitation at McKneely & Vaughn Funeral Home, Amite, on Monday ,August 22, 2011 from 9:00 a.m. until Celebration of Life Worship Services at 11:00 a.m. in the funeral home Chapel With Rev .Marshall Wallace officiating. Interment in Lawrence Cemetery, Independence.
An on-line Guestbook is available at www.mckneelyvaughnfh.com
McKneely & Vaughn Funeral Home is located at I-55N (Exit 46) and Hwy 16W next to Hood Chevrolet and behind Mr. Tom’s Car Wash, Bond Eye Clinic and Holiday Inn Express.
I hope you are reading and enjoying the devotionals written by Holley Gerth. I am. Here is another one.
Heart to Heart with Holley
I’m a child at an amusement park. The smell of cotton candy swirls around me. The laughter of other children is like a song in the air. The world is in motion and I stand completely still.
I’m staring at a rollercoaster.
Then I hear a voice beside me, “I’ll go with you.”
It’s my Daddy.
He slips his hand into mine.
We wait in line. I fidget. Run my fingers along the red, hard bars that lead us to the rollercoaster.
Then it’s time.
Up the first hill I hear that noise “click, click”all the way to the top.
I wonder if I’ve made a mistake.
I wish I could get off.
I grip the safety bar in front, knuckles flushed white with fear.
But then I look at my Daddy next to me.
The whole way to the top I say over and over something like, “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.”
And it is okay.
I’m more than fine when we get off.
I ride the rollercoaster again.
Fear gives way to joy, to freedom, to the wind in my hair and the sun on my face.
As I drove last week, the “click, click” of worry in my mind, that exact memory rushed back to me, followed by this promise from my Heavenly Father…
Our security comes from the One who is with us.
The One who has promised not to leave us.
The One who has told us that whatever is ahead will somehow be worked out for good.
By the end of the last rollercoaster that day, I was raising my arms high until it seemed I could touch the pink and purple sky.
I pull into home and suddenly realize my heart doing the same.