I taught high school for many years, this is the reality NOT ONLY with kids but with many of us!
Best Future Ever
By Ed Traut
Psalms 23:6 Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
- When we commit and abandon our hearts to Him we can expect these things;
- Goodness and love to be a natural way of life without having to be pursued, just happen naturally.
- ‘Dwelling in Gods house’ is to always be with the Lord and continuously putting Him first and being a part of His kingdom, always in heart, mind and deed.

Prayer: My Father I bless Your holy name today in praise and adoration and declare to You that I am Yours and totally devoted to You. Thank You for Your kindness and mercy. You are my shepherd and I do expect these things (goodness and mercy) to follow me. Amen.
Ed Traut
Prophetic Life
Starting Your Running Journey
By David Freeze
Starting Your Running Journey
Last week, I talked about how an already active runner could set a goal to complete a marathon. Marathons are mostly cool weather events, and if you run an early to mid-spring 26.2 miler, you have the benefit of doing the training in cool weather. Cool weather training is much easier on the body than the warm and humid weather of the late spring and summer.
Since we are entering into the resolution time of early January, I think it is worth mentioning another possible running journey. What is a resolution but another goal? The term Couch to 5K has become very popular over the last ten years or so, specifically as a way to start running. I hate the term “Couch to 5K” because it sounds like a program for those who do little activity at all and then decide to do a 3.1 mile running event.
I have been leading a local beginning runners program for more than 20 years now and the one thing I’m sure of is that there is no sure fired way to make an online program work. Just as there is no guaranteed way that my class will get it done for you. But most of what you see online touts their program as the best of 100’s online. Just send in your money and success will come. Do this today, do this tomorrow. One reply said, “What if I only have a futon?”
Some online programs are six weeks, some seven or just about any other length of ten or less. What I do agree with is that most can be successful, but it takes willpower and “doing the homework” which refers to the time on the feet while building fitness.
What I would say to anyone who wants to begin running is start putting positives in your corner. All of us are different, more than just age and level of fitness. Level of commitment stands out among those attendees who do our class.
I suggest starting by walking and doing as much of it outside as possible. Few people get off the couch as successful runners, but most of us can walk. I would commit two weeks to walking at an increasing pace and distance.
During that two weeks, go get a good pair of running shoes at Ralph Baker’s. Get fitted, analyzed and come away with the shoe that will help you complete the goal. The right shoe puts you many steps ahead in comfort and will aid in success.
Even when walking, especially as you increase in pace, make sure you can talk at least in short phrases. If you can’t, you are pushing too hard. Beginning running takes good respirations. Slow and easy at the start is the key. The biggest mistake is starting too fast, losing your breath and struggling through the workout.
If you haven’t already, find a friend with the same goal and you can work wonders with accountability. Take it slow and don’t expect overnight results. Focus on building your stamina, monitoring your pace, and being patient.
And the last big step, start running for minutes at a time. Two, then four, six, eight and ten while walking in between. Ten minutes at an easy pace gets you close to a half mile. You are on the way.
The road to becoming a runner is long, but every run gets you closer to the runner you want to be. Lace up those shoes, hit the pavement, and remember that every run builds the runner you’re becoming.
Then, after a headstart, sign up for my beginning runners class that begins on March 10th. And your journey will continue with knowledge about shoes and equipment, nutrition, running form and much more.
There are no more races locally until the granddaddy of them all, Winter Flight, set for February 1st. It is one of the oldest races in the south and loaded with history. We’ll visit the 43rd edition of this storied race next week.
Look for all this and more at www.salisburyrowanrunners.org
Nina’s Gravel Drive
By Lynna Clark
My mother-in-law has the best humor. She is also very determined. Once she gets an idea in her head there is no talking her out of it. She lives across the street from us and last month she had gravel, or “crush ’n run,” delivered to her driveway. It’s something she’s done for fifty plus years. The truck comes, dumps a big ol’ pile of rock and she is as happy as if she has good sense.
We knew this had become a current priority because she had mentioned it to us several times. “Get ready! Gravel is coming!” she would say. For my husband, [her son] that was like saying, “Just so you know, the gates of hell are about to open.” Her idea of a good day is hauling gravel by the wheel barrow load to its designated spot after shoveling it into her wheel barrow. But before the gravel comes, it is important to dig out under the carport so ground level is not too high. Then you have to wet everything down real good so it packs tight. It’s a very important process.
After mentioning her plan several times, and how important is was to get some crush ‘n run, because she had not had any delivered in about thirteen years, her son said, “So mama, how are you going to get the gravel spread?” She replied with a head wag, “I will spread it myself!” Son says, “Mama, the last time you did this you were young, like still in your seventies. Can we figure out a different way to do this? I’m not as young as you are.” For he knew he would not be sitting across the street watching his eighty five year old mom haul gravel.
Finally, after numerous conversations like this, she mentioned to one of her daughters her plan. Her firstborn replied, “If I hear tell of you shoveling gravel, I will make a speed bump out of you.” This is her calm daughter. Usually we depend on the younger daughter to take care of such issues. But this time offspring number one made her opinion clear in no uncertain terms.
When mom-in-law called to tell me to watch her driveway for speed bumps, I told her to make sure to lay down parallel to the drive instead of crosswise; and if she didn’t mind, to position herself in the middle of the drive so she wouldn’t create too much trouble for us to get in and out.
Not to be outdone by all the instructions from well-meaning children, she asked before she was made into a speed bump, if she could at least roll up and down the drive. That way, she reasoned, the gravel would be packed down so tight it would resemble concrete.
I love her humor. I love how sharp she is. I love how everyone has her best interest at heart and how we all instruct her, even though she really does know everything. Seriously. She has been through so much life, that there isn’t much she does not know. Oh to be that sharp and fun at eighty-five!
I heard the beep, beep, beep, as a gravel truck backed into her drive. It deposited two huge piles of the coveted crush ‘n run. Shortly after, a grandson with a blade pulled up and leveled the drive. Mom had previously, probably under cloak of night, dug out under the carport to the desired depth. A hard rain began to fall as the grandson finished spreading the crush ‘n run. The driveway is leveled and packed. Later mom waters the gravel under the carport to her heart’s content. No mothers or offspring were harmed in this production. All is well in her corner of the world. Now if we can just figure out how to keep her out of the creek. Because you know, that when the rocks get moved around, water gets still and mosquitoes breed, and… the saga continues…

The Firstborn, Jo, Nina, and the Middle Child, Gail
Paying Tribute to Dad
Steve Hartman did this piece about his Dad who passed away a number of years ago. Since I couldn’t find a current post from him, I thought this one was good. I watched and thought about losing my Dad this year. He refers to himself as an orphan because his mother had already passed. Thankfully I am not an orphan yet, Mom is still with us. It’s a sweet reflection… ENJOY!!
Here is a picture of my Dad…. He wasn’t perfect, but I miss him.

A Call to New Beginnings
This is Graham Cooke sharing a prophetic word for the new year! ENJOY!!!
Objects in the Mirror
By Ashlie Miller
2025 is barely in our rearview mirror, and I am pondering the phrase, “objects in mirror may be closer than they appear.” Events that seem like distant memories were really not that long ago. For some, they still feel very fresh. I consider a family acquaintance who lost everything they had over the summer – every necessity and luxury, as well as years of memories (handmade items from children, awards the parents earned in school, cherished ornaments, years of collecting rare and treasured books). All taken in a moment.
Then, during a milestone birthday celebration of a friend this year, I learned that one of her quirks (or maybe it should be called a strength) is letting go of greeting cards every year. Each year, she tosses all her cards when she receives a new one from the sender, freeing her of unnecessary clutter. The sentiment has been received and cherished, now onto the next year!
I, on the other hand, am a bit sentimental. I am certain that much of it has to do with losing a parent at a young age, as well as other relatives and friends in my childhood and young adult life. I sense that life is fleeting, that we should number not only our days, but the days we have with others. Gifts, cards, and token sentiments have always felt like tangible bits of that person. Losing things hurts me profoundly. Things getting tossed by others as they help to clean up around the house can set me on edge. Making decisions of when it’s ok to let go of an article of clothing or even a piece of folded paper and an envelope can be difficult. Yet, two ladies I know either had things taken or chose to toss the unnecessary and still experience God’s grace and sustenance.
So, the week after Christmas, I began in my closet, where so many of those paper reminders sit in boxes, and I tossed more than I kept. Truth be told, I had not revisited those cards, even the ones coming from those who mean the most. Of those that were tossed, the hardest were photo cards. It feels like throwing away someone’s existence! But with social media, it has become easier, because with a couple of clicks, I can access many of those photos through friends. Heartbreak met me, however, on the floor of the closet as I came across more than half a dozen families who are no longer together. Divorce, separation, death – all touched many families who will never again look like what I see in the photo.
Unlike the photos frozen in time, life has moved on. God has been faithful to hold them through the heartache. I encountered a lesson as I made more room on my closet shelves: can I trust that God is keeping every moment, every relationship I cherish, and even all my tears safely in His hand? The old Sunday school song echoes in my head, “He’s got the whole world in His hands!” Psalm 56:8 calls to my heart about God keeping count of my tossing and preserving my tears in a bottle, and like my own journal of memories, keeps a record of all these things.
So, yes, I can let go of some of these things, because He keeps them all more securely. Happy decluttering (and it’s ok to keep some of those things you haven’t looked at in ages).
Ashlie Miller lives in Concord, NC. You can email her at mrs.ashliemiller@gmail.com.
