Ecclesiastes 8:15

“So I commended enjoyment, because a man has nothing better under the sun than to eat, drink, and be merry; for this will remain with him in his labor all the days of his life which God gives him under the sun.”

~ New King James Version

“There are times…”

“There are times when I have to take, I call it a ‘silence bath,’ where I shut off all of the external gadgets. I go walk around, talk to people, and just live life for a while.”
~ Patton Oswalt, comedian/writer/actor

Postables make a splash at Summer TCA 2015

2015 SUMMER TCA – On Wednesday, July 29th, Crown Media Family Networks’ President & CEO Bill Abbott and Executive Vice President, Programming and Network Publicity Michelle Vicary host the company’s 2015 Summer Press Tour for TV writers and critics at one of Beverly Hills’ most exclusive private residences, revealing the next 6 months of programming for Hallmark Channel and Hallmark Movies & Mysteries. Picture: Credit: Copyright 2015 Crown Media, Inc./Alexx Henry Studios

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Your man with glasses letter reaches Buncrana man Barry Henderson

BBC News – Northern Ireland

18 July 2015


While things like postcodes and addresses are usually thought of as pretty much essential for letters to be delivered, it seems they’re not so important to the postmen and women of Donegal.

A letter addressed: “Your man Henderson, that boy with the glasses who is doing a PhD up here at Queen’s in Belfast. Buncrana, County Donegal, Ireland,” successfully reached its intended recipient last week – student Barry Henderson.

A friend of Barry’s sent the letter in an attempt to demonstrate how small Buncrana is.

The letter travelled more than 80 miles from Belfast, before being delivered to the office of Mr Henderson’s wife, Roisin in the town, which has a population of about 7,000.

Inside was a note saying: “If this has arrived, you live in a village.”

Royal Mail had stamped on the letter: “Please remember to write the postcode clearly.”

Roisin Henderson told BBC Radio Foyle she thought the local postmen were “wonderful”.

“They go above and beyond,” she said.

“I actually cornered the postman that came into the office this morning, but he claimed it wasn’t him.

“I’m not sure if he was being shy or it really wasn’t, but I’m going to find the postman.”

The letter arrived in the same week that the Republic of Ireland introduced postcodes for the first time, with every house receiving a unique seven-digit identifying code, known as an Eircode.

“I think it proves there’s no need for Eircode,” Roisin said.

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A Hero On The Dresser

A long time ago in Illinois, maybe seventy years or so, my father worked in an office in Champaign-Urbana. It was the end of the day and one of his co-workers was running out the door to a dinner and suddenly remembered that he’d forgotten to pick up some documents for a meeting the next morning. It was a small errand, something that a messenger boy would have done back then in the 1930s.

But no one else was left in the office and so my father offered to help. The man gave my father an address and thanked him and ran out the door.   My dad drove to the address he’d been given. It was small house and the lady who answered the door was a housewife preparing dinner. He introduced himself and she invited my father inside to wait in the living room while she went to get the papers. He’d never been in that house before and he’d never met the lady or anyone else in her family. But as he sat on the sofa, looking across the room into the front bedroom, he saw something familiar on the dresser. He stood up and walked a few steps until he could be sure he was really seeing what he thought he was seeing. It was a photograph of him, in a frame, set up there in a place of honor. He realized it was actually a picture that been clipped from a newspaper article about him and an award he had received a few months back for community service. He wasn’t a famous or celebrated person in the community and it had been just a small story about one citizen just doing something positive to help others. But someone had seen it, cut out, and put it in a frame. My dad was stunned. When the lady of the house returned with the papers he needed, he pointed to the photo and said “that’s my picture, isn’t it?” The lady nodded and said, “yes, that’s my little girls’ room. She read about you in the paper and she admires you so much. She says she wants to be just like you when she grows up.”   Every time my dad told that story, he always ended it the same way. “I never met that little girl, but I never forgot about her. I realized that somewhere out there somebody had decided that I was a good example to follow. And I knew that I never wanted to disappoint her. I wanted to be the person she thought I was. I didn’t always succeed, but for the rest of my life, I tried.”

You know, it saddens me so much to see the news media create “heroes” out of sports figures and musicians and movie stars only to bring them down again, and in the process send the message to the people who admired them that no one is worth modeling. The truth is, there are real heroes, good people, quiet people, folks who just live what they believe, help when help is needed, give what they can and ask for nothing back. Those people are out there and if you know one, tell them thank you. And tell them that people do see them, that God sees them, and that their photos may not stand on a stranger’s dresser, but their good works are remembered and cherished in a stranger’s heart.

~ Martha

Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;  in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.


“Finish each day and be done with it…”

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson