Minnie Mouse Shirt   We pulled up to the white church, steeple standing tall and strong.   The cross was the reason I was here, the reason I was an 11 year old Christian girl.   Warren Woods Nazarene Church was my childhood home, my resting place.   Friendly greetings and “godly sugaring” powdered upon our entrance through the welcoming doors.   I would run up the ramp on the right hand side of the stairs, charging towards a spirit filled message.   I was running towards comfort, to the true meaning of life.   I remember the golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.   They were like aurous angels hovering over pews and altar.   There is nothing else that would suffice.   Everything is meaningless without God.   His love for us is everlasting.   “Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.” Ecclesiastes 1:2 Warren Woods was marked on our ‘life calendar’ every Sunday and Wednesday.   My dad would rush ho

Little Hat   There is a little cowboy hat that hangs in my blue Malibu.   It once hung in my dad’s Ford F-150 and many trucks to come.   It is worn, faded, but still “alive”.   Just like that little hat, my dad came home from many roof jobs; worn, faded, but “alive” with God’s strength.   He was happy to walk through the door to the O’Banion clan.   He was met with “love bombs” of hugs and kisses.   The little cowboy watched through the windshield at this bond.   It nested in the truck waiting for the next journey.   What will the next day bring?   Will it bring work, travel, church, joy, or sorrow?   When you look at a trivial object, that object is part of your “life ride”.   It’s here for a moment, then moths or rust destroy. Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.   But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in