Monthly Archives: November 2014

Chapter 28 —Bittersweet Tears

Monday, December 1, 2014

Good morning, Friends!!

Happy December—the beautiful month we celebrate the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Hallelujah!!

I sure did enjoy following many of you on Facebook during this past Thanksgiving week!! WOW, the Blessings, Joy and Love were all in great abundance!! We have so much to be thankful for, and during this time and the now present Christmas Season, let’s not forget those who are less fortunate. Please share and be generous whenever you can and remember to…

Count your many Blessings,                                                                                                                 Name them one by one.                                                                                                                       Count your many Blessings and                                                                                                               See what GOD has done!

“In all things, give thanks; for this is the will of GOD in Christ Jesus concerning you.”            —Thessalonians, 5:16-18

This week in my book, That Melvin Bray, we find Maggie and Lizzy coming to some unbelievable conclusions in the double mystery of whatever happened to That Melvin Bray, while they’re still haunted by the decades-old mystery of the still-missing little boy, they know only as “Ricky.”


Chapter 28—Bittersweet Tears

“Hope is definitely not the same as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.”                               —Vaclav Havel, Czech playwright

Excerpts and Thoughts:

“Ya know, Daddy was so drunk that night, anything coulda happened. I guess the sheriff figured even if Daddy had done anything to That Melvin Bray, he wouldn’t necessarily even have remembered it the next day when they pulled him outta the old Chevy.

“And another thing still really puzzles me: Why in the world was That Melvin Bray standing in that crowd of people at Ricky’s bus stop the afternoon that Ricky disappeared anyway?”

“Well, Maggs, let’s work on this. We know Ricky was abducted on February 13—Friday the Thirteenth, no less—because Saturday was Valentine’s Day, the fourteenth. Katherine and Ballen had planned a little valentine party for Ricky and a few of his friends. Remember her telling me that?”

“Yep, and that means That Melvin Bray was not at Collins Mill on that Friday the Thirteenth, where he should have been. So just what was he doing fifteen miles away in Ricky’s little town, standing in the crowd at Ricky’s bus stop that afternoon?”

“That’s just another part of the puzzle, Maggs, but we can’t even confirm it was That Melvin Bray in the sketch until we get that old photo tomorrow from Aunt Lucy.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but if it is him, I’m thinkin’ we’re gonna be packin’ some bags and headin’ south, right?”

“Yes ma’am— that I can confirm. We’re committed, and we’re going!”

I lay in bed  staring a serious hole in the ceiling.

“Rise ‘n’ Shine, dearest friend of mine. I’ve had an epiphany already. I woke up with it, Magg-Pie. Ya wanta’ hear it?”

Oh, bro-thuuuur! I knew it was too good to be true. Damn, she’s up!

“What this means dear, is that for over thirty-five years now, you, Katherine and Ballen have unknowingly, on a subconscious level, held the key clues to That Melvin Bray’s mystery and possibly even the disappearance of little Ricky! We’ve all been brought together after all this time to solve the mystery of Ricky’s disappearance. As we keep digging, though, it appears That Melvin Bray has been thrown into the mix as well. Remember Maggs, Ole Man Fate—no coincidences, right? More like divine intervention, right? I’ve been waiting for that feeling, the one that tells us to hush and listen to our higher self—God in us?”

“Yes! And that’s the same feeling I had, Lizzy, when I first saw that W hat in my sketch! Once I’d tweaked the drawing for Ballen, I knew without a doubt that the guy was none other than That Melvin Bray!”‘

We got dressed, jumped in the Benz, and arrived at the office about eight thirty. Paula entered and cheerfully said, “Coffee anyone?”

We continued methodically putting all our findings in the proper files for travel and preparing for a trip south. Lizzy placed a call to the sheriff’s office in Grace Chapel. We decided to wait until Katherine and Ballen arrived to discuss our next moves and how they’d be in involved at that point, if at all.

As Paula served some bagels, she also placed the much-anticipated Fed EX package down on the credenza in Lizzy’s office. We stared at it, but neither of us went for it.

“You do the honors, Maggs,” Lizzy suggested as she pointed to the infamous package.


Next week we’ll find out if the man in the FedEx photo is the same man who’s standing at little Ricky Lawrence’s bus stop on that fateful day in February, 1955. Could they possibly be—one and the same…That Melvin Bray!? Oh, the webs we weave.

Until we visit again here, my prayer for you all is a simple one:

I pray you will have awesome and inspiring prayers with GOD this week! Amen.

GOD’s plans for us are better than anything we could imagine for ourselves. He cares about everything that concerns us, so feel free to talk to Him about anything. Invariably, just talking to our best Friend is all we need to set us straight.

As always, I ask for your prayers, too!

GOD is Good! GOD is Great!!

I love you,                                                                                                                                                   Margaret

“Be a blessing to someone today.”—Proverbs 11:25



Chapter 27—Chasing the Truth

Monday, November 24, 2014

Good morning, Everyone and Happy Monday to you all.

I’m just sitting here thinking about all the many gifts I have to be thankful for and how much I love this time of year. The time of “thanks-giving!”

As a matter of fact today is even more special than I can even tell ya’!! I have two children—a daughter and son, in that order. Today is my son’s birthday.  At 12:56pm this afternoon, he will be 42…Man!!! It’s so hard to believe, yet true! He has many fine qualities too: has a loving & kind heart, waaaay funny, good-looking (yet not too conceited about it, haha), loving husband,  awesome daddy of two of my five grandbabies, loves to laugh,  a logical health-nut, a Marine veteran, ONE proud American, and was fortunate enough to get the sweetest girl in the world to marry him!! As I write this description of him however, the one thing I’m so absolutely grateful for above all the rest, is the fact that my only son, is also an awesome lover—of GOD!!  The peace which comes with that knowledge is incomparable. So today, I thank him for that and praise him for the choices he has made in how he lives his gift of Life…in the Lord. Happy Birthday to my awesome son!!! YAY, YOU!!


Chapter 26 —Chasing the Truth

“The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable.”                                                       —James A. Garfield, twentieth US president

Excerpts and Thoughts:

As she explained it, once I heard the tape and fully understood what had happened to That Melvin Bray, I had begun to hyperventilate and had literally passed out from emotional and mental overload.

As I slowly made my way back from the old well scene of my distant childhood memory, I accepted the notion that I wasn’t dreaming, nor had I entered an altered dream state. It was real. That was a good thing, though, because for the first time in over thirty-five years, my mind and heart were in unison about the truth of what I had witnessed that dreary day so long ago.

Once again, my mind began to uncontrollably race, and my heart started beating like a thousand tom-toms! Lizzy gently grasped my hand and said softly, “Maggs, tell me what you’re thinking, dear.”

I was nearing the mental danger zone once again, but her thoughtful touch stabilized me. I settled down, and we began to discuss what my recollections meant. I thought I was having a total mental and emotional breakdown, but she convinced me it was in fact a breakthrough. I was encouraged by her outlook as she emphatically stated, “The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable!”

After a lengthy heart-to-heart conversation, I was quite comfortable with the fact that I was not a murderer. I hadn’t killed That Melvin Bray —or anyone else, for that matter, with the exception of me, myself, and I, who had suffered a collective self-imposed, slow death for so long.

The revelation was even more comforting because it eased emotions I had surrounding an awful recurring dream I’d had for years. The scenes were never the same, but in every single one of the dreams, I killed someone. I was unable to see a face, so I never knew the victim. I was always deeply saddened in the dreams that I had taken another human life. The dreams were really frightening because I could actually see myself performing awful cruel acts, causing another human being terrible pain until the person breathed his last breath. I always had the feeling, though, that I had no other choice; it was either him or me—like legal murder. What an oxymoron. I would always wake up sobbing, and I’d feel a deep sadness in my heart all day long. Now that was some seriously twisted stuff, because I knew I would never, ever, never commit such a cruelty to even my worst enemy, and I was pretty sure I didn’t even have a worst enemy.

Lizzy explained how that nightmare was part of the known/unknown dilemma I had been harboring in my subconscious, over the years, it had manifested itself into a mountain of sorrow and guilt within me, and that sorrow was what she had started picking up on over the past few years when we got together. I guess the smarter she got, the sicker I became. She assured me I would never have that nightmare again.

Lizzy also helped me to come to the conclusion that what happened that day at the well just happened—just the way it happened. Period! End of scary, known/unknown memory, but not end of story.


Okay, if Maggie didn’t do it, who did?! Whatever happened to That Melvin Bray? Is Lizzy telling Maggie everything Maggie confessed to while under the good doctor’s hypnotic spell?

(PS  Hey, you do know that you’re never gonna know the answer here, right?  I can’t give the whole story away here on my blog. So, if ya haven’t read the book, just purchase it and read it:)

Next week, Chapter 28 —Bittersweet Tears

“Hope is definitely not the same as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.” —Vaclav Havel, Czech playwright

Until next week, I pray for you and yours to have a most blessed and Happy Thanksgiving Day!!

GOD is Good! GOD is Great!!

Love,                                                                                                                                                            Margaret

“Your WORST day with GOD will be better than your BEST day without Him.”

Believe JESUS—He’s our Everything!!

“Those who leave everything in GOD’s hands will eventually see GOD’s hands in everything.”




Chapter 26—It’s Over; I’m Under

Monday, November 17, 2014

Happy Monday and welcome to my BLOG, my Friends!

It’s raining cats & dogs this morning in the BIG A-Town…but it’s so cozy in here that I’m not complaining one little bit!! In fact, ‘Thank you for the rain, Lord!’

I wonder what kind of fun and experiences you all had over this past weekend—Family, friends, feast, babies, church…whatever—and I trust you were all blessed in His mighty ways.

Last week we left Maggie and Lizzy fussing about Maggie “going under” in Lizzy’s world of hypnotherapy. Maggie’s always felt uneasy about it and she’s been quite a pill to say the least. Lizzy, however, has had the patience of JOB, but the time has finally come: it’s over and Maggie’s going under. Period!


Chapter 26 – That Melvin Bray – “It’s Over; I’m Under”

Maybe it’s up in the hills, under the leaves, in a ditch somewhere. Maybe it’s never found. But what you find is always only part of the missing. —Paul Engle, American poet

Excerpts and Thoughts:

“Okay, Maggs, I’m gonna set up the rolling machine, and here’s the part you’re gonna like: go lie down on the leather chaise over by my desk, and get ready for a nice little snooze. Now, isn’t that wonderful? See? I told ya you’d like that part.”

“Wow, this is nice! Ya know, I don’t think you’re gonna have to ‘tool’ me after all. This baby-soft leather is as sleep-invoking as those fabulous wingbacks, so … goodnight.”

“Hold on! Wait for me! I gotta find my little chain with the shiny gold star—ya know, so I can dangle it in front of ya and say, ‘Watch the shiny star … You’re getting sleepy … very sleepy.'”

“Oh, that’s funny—very funny. How ’bout we just do it already, Dr. Joker?”

“Maggs, relax. Where’s that sense of humor, little sister? This is all good, remember? Relax. Take a few deep breaths. That’s better. Now take another long, deep breath and exhale slowly. That’s it. Now close your eyes. Breeeeathe … sloooowly.”

“Wake up, Maggie. You can wake up now, Maggie” was all I heard. I woke up and felt calm and totally rested. I knew exactly where I was and didn’t feel the least bit weird— which I found weird. How could I feel so good and as light as an angel wing’s feather? I felt as if I coulda gotten up and flown right through the ceiling. It had been done before. OH my! I realized I’d just been given a new perspective, a renewed life. That heavy anchor holding me down all that time had been set free. We both had.

“What was I so afraid of, Lizzy? Wait a minute! What day is it? I AM really here right now with you, right?”

“Oh good Lord, Maggs. You’re gonna drive me crazy, and then we’re BOTH gonna need psychological help! YES, you’re definitely here right now with me—and you were magnificent! I’m so proud of you I can hardly contain myself! I’m confused, though, Maggs. I thought this was all about YOUR truth, but apparently it’s much, much more. We’re definitely much closer to finding the whole truth now.”

“I’m dying to HEAR me Lizzy!”

“I know your are, Maggs…I’m going to start the recorder. We’re going to sit here and listen to it together. It’s just you and me—verbatim. I’m asking the questions and you’re providing the answers. Are you ready?”

“Of course., Lizzy!”

“Alrighty then, pick a wingback. Here we go!”


What a story Maggie’s about to tell and she’ll hear it in her own words as she spoke them under hypnosis. She’ll find herself standing at the kitchen window on that awful dark and rainy day in 1953, when she was only five years old!! Oh the webs we weave and the secrets we keep!!

Next week, Chapter 27 – Chasing the Truth

“The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable.                                                —James A. Garfield, twentieth US president

Until next week, make THIS week the greatest!! I hope it’s filled with Faith, Hope and Charity.  How does that little song go…?

“Have faith, hope and charity, that’s the way to live successfully, how do I know, the Bible tells me so….”

Yep, that’s it. So  have one of those weeks, this week—living successfully through faith, hope and charity!

GOD is Good! GOD is Great!!

Love,                                                                                                                                                           Margaret

PS  Life, our greatest gift, is about living and laughing in both the good and bad times— dealing with whatever comes our way, and looking back on it ALL with a smile and a forgiving heart!






FORGIVENESS—Where Would We Be Without It?


Monday, May 8, 2017

Welcome to my Monday Blog, Friends!

Message for the day:  “Let your past make you better not bitter.”

If you think about that little quote, it’s really quite profound. The thing about the past is that we tend to live in it more than the present—don’t we?

However, If we live in the past and hold onto to the pain of the memories of how wrong “we were done”, it’s virtually impossible to live in the present enjoying peace and harmony. Oh, it’s there alright, we just refuse to get on the “Happy Train”.

Why do we do this to ourselves? I can answer that question like this: Un-Forgiveness.

We bring all our past un-forgiveness into the present. So how on this Earth, can one live in peace and harmony carrying all that un-forgiveness around day and night, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, after year, after year? And heaven forbid, then we die…with all that dark, self-absorbed un-forgiveness still in our hearts. For what? What are we trying to prove? WHO gets hurt? WHO can’t live in that true peace and harmony? WHO is truly missing out on LIFE… OUR GREATEST GIFT OF ALL ON THIS GREAT PLANET?

It occurs to me that all this goes back to FORGIVENESS. See, Un-forgiveness is what we’re left with when we do not forgive.

“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”  —Jesus 

Our precious Jesus was dying on the old rugged Cross, yet, He prayed out loud to GOD, His heavenly Father, for FORGIVENESS for those who had “done Him wrong”—those who had sinned against Him—those whose intentions were to steal the very Life out of Him. Jesus was still a mortal in that moment, and He made the decision on His own, that He was not going to die with un-forgiveness in His heart. In that moment, He had free-will, just as we do in this very moment.

Of course, these are just my personal feelings about forgiveness since I have a track record of what I call un-forgiveness. It took me a looooong time to forgive my father. He hurt me so much, and I was going to punish him by not forgiving him. He broke my heart and he just didn’t deserve my forgiveness. That was the only way I could “hurt” him. What a sad, confused and messed-up little heart I was carrying around in side me for all those years.

So, let’s see what the Bible says about FORGIVENESS?


Matthew 6:14-15

For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.

1 John 1:9

If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.

Isaiah 43:18

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.”

Acts 3:19

“Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord.”

2 Corinthians 5:17

“Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come.”

Ephesians 1:7

In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace.

Hebrews 10:17

“Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more.”

Daniel 9:9

The Lord our God is merciful and forgiving, even though we have rebelled against Him;

Colossians 1:13-14

For He has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son, He loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.

Micah 7: 18-19

Who is a God like you, who pardons sin and forgives the transgressions of the remnant of His inheritance? You do not stay angry forever but delight to show mercy.

Mark 11: 25

“And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.”

Matthew 6: 9-15

“This is how you should pray: ” ‘Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today our daily bread. Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.’

For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive yours sins.”


It’s quite clear just how important forgiveness is to God. If we expect Him to forgive us of our sins, then we must forgive those who have sinned against us. Jesus had to die for our sins. That’s what He did for us that day. We mustn’t minimize that and always hold that in our hearts and minds. He isn’t asking us to die for Him, however, He is asking us to live for Him. And, considering all that He has done for us, who are we NOT to forgive anything and everyone? Our very salvation depends on it!!

I will leave you with this:

With God, ALL things are possible. We can’t get to heaven with un-forgiveness in our hearts— so, pray in earnest…for a forgiving heart. GOD loves us and is always there—ALWAYS.

GOD is Good! GOD is Great!! Always!!!

I pray for you, please pray for me.

I love you,                                                                                                                                                   Margaret

PS  Holding a grudge doesn’t make you strong; it makes you bitter. Forgiving doesn’t make you weak; it sets you free.  Hallelujah!!


Chapter 25 – Big, Dark Panic Room

Monday, November 10, 2014

Welcome to my Monday Blog and…Good morning, Everybody!!

Hope you all had some loving and happy experiences over the weekend! As for me, I had a whirl-wind of a long weekend in the great state of North Carolina!! This is the beautiful state where I was born and it’s just so awesome to get to go back whenever possible! It was great to get to be with sisters, nephews, nieces, best friends and the like. We were celebrating the birthday of one of my younger sisters who still lives there. We ate too much, got up too early, stayed up too late (slept in our clothes – oops, but not me, of course), told stories on each other, laughed till we cried, ate too much (seriously), and just had the most fun ever!! When Sunday morning arrived, the parting truly was, as they say…such sweet sorrow. FUN, FUN, FUN!! Happy Birthday, dear sweet Pammy!!

This week in That Melvin Bray, Maggie’s finally going to face her fears about her past, and as she refers to it….going “under”—oh, brother!!


Chapter 25 – That Melvin Bray

The mind harbors the fear of the unknown and makes it easy to get stuck in a rut, and scary to get out of it. – Maureen Mayberry, artist

Excerpts and Thoughts:

“I wanta know what’s on your genius mind, especially if it involves me. Funny, but I’ve got this not-so-funny feeling, Doc.”

“No, actually, Maggs, I sense a little fear and excess of caution, my dear.”

“Hey, one toe in the water is quite enough for now, thank you very much, Dr. Freud. I’m beginning to understand how a little hamster becomes maniacal while running nonstop on that awful wheel.”

“Maggs, you’re conjuring up unnecessary demons, babe, and you’re heading toward the anger zone. As a noted colleague of mine has stated, ‘We are never angry for the reason we think we are.’ Our conscious minds are part discriminating and part illusion, often causing us to cover up the actual basis for our behavior.”

“Yes, and you just said you’re gonna hypnotize me tomorrow, I knew it!!”

“Look, Maggs, I love you, but I’m not going to love you to death!” I’m more convinced now than ever that you need help—the kind of help I believe I can give you through hypnosis. Remember, dear, your visit this time with me was all about you—and accomplishing human completion, preferably while you’re still here on Earth! I’ve been concerned about you for some time now, Maggie, and you’ve known that. But this visit was not about That Melvin bray, certainly not about Ricky, and you didn’t even know Katherine Lawrence. She was just a new patient of mine.”

“As it stands right now, Maggs, That Melvin Bray just may possibly be connected in some crazy way to Ricky. And just as important, we may even unravel your own personal mystery hiding inside you! Look, my instincts tell me me it’s imperative I use hypsosis on you now. I’ve said all along that Ole Man Fate has a hand in this—all these lives, circumstances, and discoveries attaching themselves to each other over a span of almost forty years in the most uncanny ways.”

“Based on all you’ve told me, Maggs, we think you were the last person on Earth to see That Melvin Bray, right? So I want to use hypnosis to take you back to the last time you saw him.”

“Well, okay, fine then, so now I know and that’s all I wanted to know, ya know. So let’s eat already, Doc.”

“Yes, let’s eat already, Magg-Pie!”


Well, finally! Maggie’s going “under”. Next week we’ll see if she makes it out alive!

Chapter 26—It’s over; I’m Under

My prayer for you ALL this week is that you will simply DO YOUR BEST and BE KIND to all you meet along the way.

Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so…and I love you,                                               Margaret

“Once a word leaves your mouth, you cannot chase it back even with the swiftest horse.”                 —Chinese Proverb

Chapter 24 – One Step at a Time

Monday, November 3, 2014

Happy first Monday in November, Everybody!! And, it’s BLOG time—Welcome!

Hope you ALL had a fun & not too frightful Halloween weekend!! I did my usual Halloween dress-up skit which usually consists of over-the-top-make-up, really big eye glasses, gray/curly old-lady wig, and the worst outfit I can throw together and, of course, nothing matches; all this with the aid of an old broken cane, which forces me to bend over, half way to the floor. The only one I ever scare is me, naturally. All in all though, it’s always such a fun time and each year we seem to get a few new little faces to meet ‘n greet at the front door of the house of the infamous “old lady with too much make-up on…yeah, her!!”

Let’s go see what’s up with “That Melvin Bray”, shall we?


Chapter 24—One Step at a Time

“If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep walking.”                                      —Buddhist Proverb

Excerpts & Thoughts:

The next day when Katherine and Ballen arrived at Lizzy’s office, they were so anxious to get started with the sketches that it was a little difficult for Lizzy to contain them. Katherine said they hadn’t slept a wink the night before and didn’t want to waste a minute. It must have been ten minutes before Katherine realized she hadn’t even introduced Ballen to us.  She apologized, introduced Ballen, and, without taking a breath, urged Lizzy to show him the sketches depicting Katherine’s unconscious recollections from the day Rick went missing.

Katherine had told Lizzy the day before that during the three years of the ongoing investigation, neither she nor Ballen had ever been asked to work with a forensic artist at any time. Lizzy had explained to her that in the absence of any contradictory evidence, the investigators might have felt it wasn’t necessary or, even more likely, did not have the resources to do so at the time.

Actually, at that point, all we knew about the case, was that a little boy our age named Ricky had gone missing over thirty-five years ago and was still missing, and there were no clues from him or his abductor regarding the disappearance. But now, many years later, out of the blue, the Mother had identified her baby’s missing treasures, which Lizzy and I had found out of the blue at an unlikely time and place. Lizzy and I believed without a doubt that there was an inexplicable force at work, so as always, I trusted Lizzy —and so did Lizzy.

The evidence, as Lizzy and I referred to the sketches, consisted of six eleven-by-fourteen-inch full-color drawings with specific, detailed images, as described by Katherine.

Without conversation, Katherine picked up the sketches and divided them, and then the anxious, adoring parents quite naturally headed to the wingbacks. They sat down, and as  the good doctor had instructed, they began slowing studying the sketches one at a time, with obvious intent and hopeful expectations.  As we sat there and observed Katherine & Ballen, it was obvious they were making some discoveries.

She took the sketches from them, and then they all joined me a the table.

“As we drove over here today, Katherine and I were both concerned we may not be able to go through with this, Dr. Benis. For years now, we both have felt we let Ricky down. We never discussed it, but in our hearts, we were ashamed that we had lost all hope and just given up,” Ballen said as he lowered his head and stared at the floor.

“You’re being way too hard on yourselves. You did exactly what everyone else does in a situation like this. What’s done is done, and from this point on, if you’re open and willing, together we’ll move forward one step at a time.” Lizzy’s explanation seemed to comfort them both as they sat there clinging to her every hopeful word.

She had Katherine and Ballen’s total trust and confidence, and it had nothing to do with hypnotism. Although, I felt certain that Lizzy’s special technique and talent would prove invaluable before this unforeseen journey met its end.


It’s at this point in the story, when these two heart-broken souls realize that there just may be hope after all. Even a glimmer—which was more than they’ve ever had, since their beloved little boy went missing over thirty-five years ago.

We’re getting closer to some pretty incredible clues and Maggie and Lizzy will be discovering the undiscoverable…they’ve passed the point of No Return…it’s ON.  Heaven help them!!

So, I’ll see you ALL next week. Same time, same place!

Until then, remember…

“Empty pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and hearts can do that.”           —Norman Peale

My prayer for you ALL today is that God will bless you in ways that only He can…even in supernatural ways…which only HE can!!

GOD is Good! GOD is Great!!

Love,                                                                                                                                                          Margaret

PS:  God’s Love—

Without Love we don’t feel anything.                                                                                               Without Dreams we don’t accomplish anything.                                                                           Without GOD, we aren’t anything.