Author Archives: terryhenry2014

I have recently come to the awareness that very few of us ever really know one another. That what we say we know of each other is in reality only what we have allowed our minds to see instead of … Continue reading →

As I sit in our outdoor living room it is a cool 78 degrees with a slight breeze. I am torn between the need to journal and touch base with the process of life and the idea that what I … Continue reading →

I certainly can’t speak to any other area of the country but our weather here in the mountains of North Carolina has been just short of fantastic. The just short part has little to do with temperatures and sunny skies … Continue reading →

At this point I really can’t explain why time and time related things have been on my mind. Except that everything I read and every movie I see—and yes—even my own life is described and felt and lived out in … Continue reading →

Lets just say for the sake of this story that time is like a river that runs from far up north to the deep, deep south and as far as we can tell, has no beginning and no end. We … Continue reading →

I have recently been reading a little book that my wife found for me at a rummage sale. It is one of those books that finds its’ way into your life that you probably would never have found on your … Continue reading →

As I once again read some of my early blog entries from several months ago I have to admit—in front of God and everybody—that I am almost embarrassed by some of the grammar I encountered. I began blogging just as … Continue reading →

I am reminded of the fact today that it was 29 years ago that my wife and I loaded up my old truck and her Datsun B-210 and moved to the mountains of North Carolina. I can remember this because … Continue reading →

In my last post I brought up the subject of resting in God and what that term might mean and how it aplies to our daily walk as Christians. What I left out of the equation is that this term … Continue reading →

After doing almost nothing that could by any stretch of the imagination be called constructive this past week on vacation, Sandi and I went to a friends house where some men from the middle east were visiting. It was a … Continue reading →