Finally, it’s seeming more like spring.

Warmer temperatures and frequent bouts of rain. About the time it dries some to where everyone can get their gardens started and the farmers can start planting, we get more rain. I just saw on the weather report

for next week, and they are saying we will see much warmer temperatures, like high 80s or even 90. That will be a big difference. We will be turning the air on.

May has arrived, which means Mother’s Day, graduation from kindergarten to college and time to start counting down the days for school to end and summer vacation to begin.

Zachary Travis has returned to his Air Force base in Great Falls, Montana, after a week home with his parents John and Kandy, brother Quinton, girlfriend Karlie Wentworth and other friends and family.

Earlene Croft continues to improve from surgery, but needs our prayers as she had a little set back this past week.

We are all glad

to hear that Mike Rushing and Justin Jacobs are both home from the hospital after being in for several weeks. They have improved, but will

both be continuing rehab for the next several weeks. Our thoughts and prayers are sent to both and their families.

Happy birthday wishes are sent to

Allen Rushing, Brian Miller

and Heather Rigsby.

I need to add another April anniversary wishes to Travis and Jennifer Collier.


goes to Lindell Croft for bringing our very interesting morning sermon, and Thad Croft brought the evening sermon. Brother Frank and

Sara were out of town for their nephew’s wedding.

It will be that time soon. Vacation Bible School that is. Mark your calendars. New Hope’s is June 6-10.

Mother’s Day is Sunday, May 8. For those whose Mom is in heaven, it is a hard time, but you do know they are celebrating in style. If your Mom is still living, remember to show her how much you love and appreciate her each and every day, not just on this weekend.

Happy’s Mother’s

Day to all. Have a great day.

In honor of Mother’s Day, I have a poem to share with you.

“Happy Mother’s Day”

Author Unknown

My mother kept a garden,

A garden of the heart,

She planted all the good things

That gave my life its start.

She turned me to the sunshine,

And encouraged me to dream,

Fostering and nurturing

The seeds of self-esteem.

And when the winds and rain came,

She protected me enough —

But not too much because she knew

I’d need to stand up strong and tough.

Her constant good example

Always taught me right from wrong,

Markers for my pathway

That will last a lifetime long.

I am my mother’s garden,

I am her legacy,

And I hope today she feels the love

Reflected back from me!

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