Jesus Loves You Too ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Jesus loves me,
I know this to be true
in fact I also know
He loves you too.

For in His Word,
He tells us why
how for our salvation
He was willing to die.

Jesus loves me,
I have no doubt
for in my life
I didn’t shut Him out.

I heard Him knock,
He came right in
forgave me at once
for all of my sin.

Jesus loves me,
He loves you too
enough that He . . .
gave His life for you!


John 3:16

“For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only
begotten Son, that whosoever
believeth in him should
not perish, but have
everlasting life.”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2019
Deborah Ann Belka

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Winchester Little Theater, Winchester, Virginia

John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad


Come on in.  The show is about to start.  Take your seat.  The lights are about to dim, and the show is about to begin.  Enjoy the show.


Welcome to the Winchester Little Theater in Winchester, Virginia.  Located in downtown Winchester just a few blocks from the main downtown mall, the theater puts on shows throughout the year.  The next time you are in Winchester and want to see a show, make your way to this little theater.


Now some of you are saying, “Well isn’t that something?  You have a little theater in Winchester that puts on shows.  I love to watch a show from time to time, but it would be really nice to see something about the railroad.  Therefore, the shows at this little theater will be going on without me.”


You do have a point.  Why go to this little theater when it has nothing to…

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11th Airborne Division – rumors fly

Pacific Paratrooper

11th Airborne Division jump school, Lipa, Luzon, 1945

The intensity of the Air Corps Troops Carrier Group’s training and the establishment of the division’s 3rd parachute school at Lipa, Luzon started many rumors floating about the division area.

The more practical savants had the division jumping ahead of the forces invading Japan; others thought China a more obvious choice; and still other amateur strategists thought that Formosa would make a fine DZ.  But, of course, none of these courses of action was to be.

Gen. Joseph M. Swing

At the end of July, Gen. Swing called John Conable into his makeshift office in a schoolhouse outside Lipa.  Gen. Swing introduced Conable to an Air Corps Major.  The Major asked Conable how many planes it would take to move the division about 800 air miles.  Conable remembers:

I asked General Swing how many units of fire he wanted.  He said figure…

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A Needful Reminder ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Sometimes I forget,
why I am so very blessed
why my heart is at ease
and my soul is at rest.

Then I remind myself,
as to why I feel this way
for, my hope is in Jesus
returning soon one day.

Sometimes I overlook,
why my spirit is so settled
why I am not surprised
by the works of the devil.

Then I remind myself,
as to why I am at peace
for until Jesus returns
evil will never cease.

Sometimes I forget,
just why I am so blessed
then I remind myself . . .
it’s on Jesus I do rest!


Ecclesiastes 4:6

“Better is an handful with quietness,
than both the hands full with travail
and vexation of spirit.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2019
Deborah Ann Belka

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Rain- #NaturalWorld #Meditations



It is a beautiful thing. There are so many types of rain, really, and I couldn’t tell you which sort I prefer more (unless we are including the fluffy, white, frozen variety that I love most of all, in copious quantities, as frequently as possible.)
Silver Greenery

There’s the light, misty kind that I tend to envision whenever someone talks about Great Britain. That type of drizzly, foggy rain that hangs over the landscape, penetrating every crevice, enveloping whatever it touches in a hazy shroud, and leaving ten thousand beads of incandescent diamonds in its wake that sparkle and scintillate when the light reappears. (Sounds divine, doesn’t it?) Oh, it’s also that deceptively inconsequential form of rain that doesn’t look like much until you walk out in it without your brolly.

There’s the freezing drizzle, or frizzle; that sinister variety of rain that usually arrives overnight and surreptitiously transforms the garden…

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