Tuesday, November 4, 2014


Our neighbors are renovating their pool area.  This means tearing up a lot of concrete and that means the endless pounding of a jackhammer.  This is the second day and they have only just begun.

I was helping Ed in the yard yesterday.  The jackhammer next door was steadily beating.

But then...above the clamor of the machinery, the notes of a hymn wafted across the air.  The bell tower from the church down the street played a brief hymn and then chimed the hour.  Those notes all rang clear above the pounding of the jackhammer.

It was just a small lesson.  God's voice rings true above all the din of the world. 

And that's the Breeze for today.

Sunday, October 19, 2014


It was time for Sunday School to be over.  As the leader closed our session in prayer, the distant call of our old church bell rang out for all to hear.  "Come to worship!"
I love the sound of that bell.  I've heard it all my life. 

This week our church - Vero Beach First United Methodist - celebrates 100 years of blessings and serving our community.  The small group of early settlers, which was meeting in the schoolhouse, formally became a church on October 25, 1914.  The first church building was a white frame structure two blocks away from our current location.  This very bell was installed in that first building in 1917.  It is still rung every Sunday to call God's people to worship. 

The bell ties us to our history of being a meaningful part of our community. May it continue to send out its invitation as we step into the next century of blessings.
"How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning
To list to the clear ringing bell..."
- W. S. Pitts

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Smiles From My Kids

From my oldest to my youngest, my grandkids are just a hoot.   Andrew is the oldest at 17 and Nathaniel is the youngest at 5.  My favorite things to share are the little bits of joy that come out of their mouths.  And don't worry...the two in between - Jack and Charlotte - have their moments too.  But today it's the two bookends.

Just the other day I got a text from daughter Lyn.  She said:

So I'm having this discussion with the boys about Scouts and that I was a Brownie but for some reason didn't go on to be a Girl Scout.  Without missing a beat Andrew pipes up with "What happened?  The fast paced world of selling cookies too much for ya?"

Love his heart.

This weekend, daughter Becky and her husband were away so Nathaniel and Charlotte went to church with their baby sitter.  This afternoon, Nathaniel came to Becky and said:

"Mommy, do you know about Shad-rad, Me-shad and Amexico?" 

By golly, he was  listening and he remembered it the way he heard it!

Blessed are they who live to enjoy their children's children.  They're the best Faith Breezes of all! 

Monday, September 8, 2014

He Touched Lives...Even Mine

I had never heard of Truett Cathy until my daughter, Becky, went to Samford University.  I had only been to Chick-Fil-A a time or two. 

Becky became part of Samford’s A Cappella Choir and that’s when I heard about the nice man who provided the choir with tour buses and fed them at his restaurants all over the country when they were on tour.

That man was Truett Cathy and his benevolence to the Samford students is only a small part of the legacy he leaves in his passing.  Rick Warren says he had a huge heart for children and when success came with his restaurants he used his money to benefit those who needed a hand up.  By living his faith, he showed the world what one man’s influence can do.

I never met Mr. Cathy, but he fed my daughter lots of Chick-Fil-A sandwiches.  And that’s the road to this mother’s heart.

Thank you, sir.