The Rest of the Story

by   January 28, 2026 with No Comments

By Lynna Clark

It was the first day of Spring. We had just received the terrible cancer diagnosis for my beloved mom-in-law Nina. The first surgeon she visited spoke words we were not prepared to hear. “I can’t do surgery because if I were to take all of the cancer out I would not even be able to close you back up.”

I began gathering photos of Nina in preparation for… I cannot even speak the word.

Anyone who knows her also knows that she hates having her picture taken. Therefore the task would not be easy. Oh we had plenty of pictures, but nearly all of them have her wagging a finger in the direction of the photographer with a death threat hanging in mid-air. This woman is not to be trifled with. I joked with her one happy day that if she didn’t stop putting the stink-eye on those trying to capture her pretty image we’d have to resort to using all those ugly photos at her memorial. That would teach her!

Nina & Desi

Beautiful silver hair frames her lovely face. Her skin is smooth and nearly wrinkle-free. She and her son joke that all the butter they consume keeps the wrinkles pushed out from the inside. She was able to attend the graduation of her granddaughter Desani where someone snapped a gorgeous picture of the two of them. She showed it to me and said, “When I die just Photoshop my head onto all those other bad pictures.” Note to self: Never try to teach Nina a lesson.

For those of us who live in Salisbury, Dr. Black is a household name. He and Nina go way back. He’s treated many members of her family for cancer starting with her husband. Even now while Dr. Black is in the midst of trying to retire he’s committed to treating Nina’s sister until the end. The only criticism I’ve ever heard her speak of him is that she cannot understand why he doesn’t wear socks. Something about his naked ankles has always been a little disconcerting to her. Nina has baked him and his staff many a pan of brownies. She was saddened to hear of Dr. Black’s retirement, but took right up with his associate Dr. Brinkley. Perhaps the fact that he wears socks gives him cred. She loved him immediately because he joked with her and understood her sense of humor. The three of them have a running disagreement on whether brownies should contain nuts or not. Dr. Black poked his head into her exam room one day and said, “Don’t you let him talk you out of putting nuts in the brownies!”

What will Salisbury do without Dr. Black?

What will we do without our beloved Nina? My heart grieves at the thought.

Last Spring I wrote a story called Daffodils of Hope which ended with a request that you pray for her. Here’s the rest of the story. Dr. Brinkley immediately started breast cancer treatment which has shrunk the tumors so much that everyone is amazed. Nina has had no terrible side effects, has not had to endure chemo or radiation. We had no idea such a hormone therapy existed. At this point it’s looking like she may not even require surgery. God willing, Nina will be celebrating her ninetieth birthday on Christmas day.

Never once did Dr. Brinkley treat her as though she were too old to hope. With each visit he listened intently as she and her children asked questions and relayed symptoms. In fact he listened so well that at times there was actual silence in the room as he processed our concerns. How rare is that? If you know the Clark clan you’ll certainly appreciate that abnormality.

Thank you doctors Black and Brinkley for treating her and many others so well. Thank you to all who prayed for our beloved Nina.

And thank You Lord that I won’t have to be learning how to use Photoshop anytime soon.

A New Home

by   January 27, 2026 with No Comments

Steve Hartman tells the story of how a widow found a new home and a new least on life through the kindness of a police officer… a story we need now! ENJOY!

Am I Still A Child?

by   January 26, 2026 with No Comments

By Susan Berry

Am I Still a Child?

As a person who was raised in a dysfunctional family and then, as a young adult, married a person from a dysfunctional family, I understand trauma.

I hesitate to use the word “abusive” as I feel it plays the victim card and leans on blame too much.

Dysfunction births dysfunction.

When I got saved at the age of 24, one of the first things God did in me was begin the healing process to free me of the damage caused by growing up in an unhealthy home. Seeing the damage childhood trauma had caused was painful. But not as painful as living in the midst of the trauma.

Before I knew my Lord Jesus Christ I ran from my dysfunctional family and married as an escape. My marriage was also dysfunctional and traumatic. My children were then raised in a very unhealthy environment that resulted in childhood trauma for them.

It took many years for me to allow God to heal me of the damage and deliver me to a healthy soul, emotions and thought patterns.

Now as I approach my senior years I see the growth God has graced me with. As we heal and mature in our soul we are able to mature in our walk with Christ and live not as children,  but as disciples.

Peter had to come to the revelation of his own insecurities and immaturity as we see by his life. The truth of the Lord brings healing. It brings us not to ourselves but to Himself and that in reality, is our maturity.

Think about all of the people who encountered Jesus in the Bible. I cannot think of one who in one way or another didn’t need healing to help them come to the revelation of who Jesus was. Whether it was physical blindness or spiritual blindness, once they received healing they received freedom.

Childhood trauma, relational trauma, marital trauma…seeing it, surrendering it to God and asking His healing love to cleanse us will bring deliverance. And deliverance brings freedom from chains that bind. And freedom brings maturity.

I pray for anyone who reads this and needs healing that Father God will touch your heart and soul to bring peace and fullness of healing to you.

“When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.”

1 Corinthians 13:11 NIV

Embracing your “Granny Era”

by   January 25, 2026 with No Comments

By Ashlie Miller

Does the weekend weather have you bundled and boarded up for maybe the next few days? It may be the perfect time to recalibrate a slow restart for 2026 and embrace your “Granny Era.” In case you haven’t heard the term on TikTok or from GenZers the last few years, it is embracing the crafts and hobbies of our grandmothers – think crocheting, painting, making things you could easily buy (like candles and soaps), and completing puzzles (hence, last week’s piece I wrote).

I embarked on an embroidery journey last year thanks to a Facebook stitch-along called Abide Embroidery and some sampler sets I found on Amazon. I continue to write in a journal with an ink pen instead of an iPhone app and began copying parts of the Bible in my handwriting. Time will tell if I prioritize and stick with these projects, but they have done a lot for my daily disposition as I incorporate my day with these slow endeavors.

Why are so many embracing handicrafts and hobbies of yesteryear? One need not be enlightened to realize why, when everything is fast (fashion, food, and even answers and counterfeit relationships). We crave stillness, rest, being fully present and undistracted, and dare I say a chance to develop patience and steadfastness. There is much to learn in the deliberate and steady acts that accompany the crafts and activities my grandmothers embraced.

Winter presents us with its occasional gifts of long, quiet evenings. I do believe each week in January has had at least 10 days in it! While the trees and plants are in their dormant state, not resisting their rest, we can ask: how are those around me affected when I resist seasons of rest, refreshment, and renewal? Do I journey through the rest of the year with a depleted disposition?

I consider Jesus during His time on earth: He walked everywhere, would withdraw from crowds after a gathering to spend time in conversation with His Father, but would be fully present when the crowds gathered, or the individual sought Him. He was at least a second-generation carpenter. He may not have had to take the time to measure twice and cut once, but surely He did not rush the process. Though we read the word “immediately” often in the New Testament, especially in the gospel of Mark, to convey the sense of urgency and limitations of time of Christ’s time on earth, it is clear that He was deliberate with His time.

In our highly productive world, there is the ever-present pressure to focus on multitasking towards many accomplishments. What if we turned our attention to being, well, attentive? Noticing things. Training our mind and perhaps even our fingers to be intentional in not laziness and idleness, but in activities that invite our full presence and solidarity of focus on a simple task. To breathe, enjoy, rest, and allow quiet growth.

Maybe this weekend of the unknown weather results, some canceled plans, and possibly being homebound will provide us all with opportunities to embrace our own “Granny era” and maybe invite a young person finding their own into our circle.

Now, where did I set that pin cushion?

The Power of Music

by   January 24, 2026 with No Comments

By Doug Creamer

The Power of Music

            When I stumble out of bed I follow a routine. I look outside for a weather check and then amble into the kitchen to get my breakfast. I have some quiet time in His word and in prayer. I get myself ready to meet the world. I take care of any last minute things and then I am out the door. The routine is similar on days that I work and days that I am off.

            Since the fall of last year, there have been quite a few things going on in our family. The cares and concerns have muddied my prayers and filled my mind with fog. Most of the things are beyond my control. I try to handle the things to the best of my ability that are within the scope of my responsibilities. The rest are left for me to ponder. There are too many things to ponder and my thoughts have been muddled. 

            I generally like the house to be quiet when I get up in the morning. Some of the mornings over the Christmas break I found myself listening to some instrumental music while I went about my morning routine. I liked how the music ministered to me. Since the holidays I have found myself gravitating towards other instrumental music. It has a way of soothing me.

            Music has the power to touch our minds, hearts, and spirits. I was reading recently that King David had music playing in his palace. Sometimes we use music to sooth babies. Moms will sing sweet lullabies to their crying babies to quiet them down. Music can calm us down but it can also pep us up. I can’t imagine a party without some music.

            When I was a youth, I didn’t start my car without turning on the music. I find it interesting that if I hear the music from my teens I can still remember all the words. Music has the power to impact our moods and emotions. It can stimulate our memories, helping us remember days gone by. Music has the power to help us find our way through the challenges of life by encouraging and lifting us up.

            Our pastor gives our congregation a word for each year. We focus on it for January and revisit it throughout the year. Sometimes the Lord will also give our pastor a theme song to go along with the word of the year. This year we have John Reddick’s song, “Don’t Fight Alone.” The words are powerful. The song reminds us that no matter what it looks like in the natural, we are not fighting the battles of life alone.

            This song has really ministered to me as I realize that I am not fighting my battles alone. We are all going through our own things and it is comforting to know that we are not going through them alone. We are blessed to have our church families standing with us in prayer.  

            When people come up front for prayer at our church, the pastor and elders stand with the person in need. We assure them that they are not fighting their battle alone. We are standing and fighting with them. We believe our Father loves us and cares deeply about the things that are on our hearts. We also believe that He is working and intervening in situations. Sometimes He is working behind the scenes, but we believe that God is always working things out for our best.

            When we praise and worship God through music it helps to remind us and assure us that God loves and cares about our situation. The worship can help our eyes focus on a great big God who will help us take care of the problems we face. God is fighting for us just like our brothers and sisters in Christ. We never fight alone! No matter how dark it looks, God’s light can and will dispel the darkness. We have to remind ourselves to take courage because we don’t fight alone.

            I want to encourage you to remind yourself that you are not fighting your battles alone. Your family is with you. Your friends are with you. Your church family is with you. The angels are with you. There is a great cloud of witnesses in heaven, including the heroes of the faith, who are with you. Jesus, God the Father, and the Holy Spirit are with you. You are not in your fight alone! Reach out and gather others around you. I believe your battle is going to be won…because I believe you are not alone… you will overcome.

Contact Doug Creamer at PO Box 777, Faith, NC 28041or doug@dougcreamer.com

All Welcome

by   January 23, 2026 with No Comments

By Ed Traut

Mark 11:17 And as he taught them, he said, “Is it not written: “ ‘My house will be called a house of prayer for all nations’ ?

  • Prayer is the basis of all spiritual life.  We participate in God’s spiritual ecology through prayer.
  • Where people come together (in church – God’s house) it is a place that we pray and call upon God as a collective body.
  • God made His house a place for anybody, everybody, every nation, every walk of life, there is no one that is not welcome there.  Let us always have that outlook.

Prayer:  Holy Spirit, please raise me up in a power of prayer on a continual daily basis that I will be a person of prayer.  Let me always regard Gods home, Gods church and Gods people as a place of prayer and to have a heart for anyone who wants to pray and not have any judgements against people who are seemingly, possibly less spiritual.  Teach me Holy Spirit I pray.  Amen. 


Ed Traut
Prophetic Life

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