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The following link is to a diary of an 1858 wagon train from the Carolinas to mid america. Many of this group settled in my state of Arkansas where land was. 50 cents an acre. http://www.argenweb.net/pope/wagon.html An exerpt; 26th Nov (1858). Leave our camp our road still leading down the...

The prodigal comes home today by Frank Lee Jennings Ca. 2008 My journey worn by time and deeds Weary of harsh and violent lands Worn by ways of grasping man Mostly tired of me, at the end of me Completely tired of me Learning though, oh how I’ve learned Adventures? Not what I imagined...

Recently through prayer, the Lord has shown me another facet to the story of the story Christians have come to call the prodigal son. The account, and I'm convinced it happened, can be found in the 15th chapter of Luke. Luke 15:11-32 (NKJV) 11 Then He said: "A certain man had two sons. 12 And...

Many mornings when I awake I play hymns and worship songs on my phone to start the day. Add your favorite! I'll start off with these.

The innermost personal feeling from Jesus He ever shared with me was a night long long ago when I was a confused new Christian. No church nor counsel to help. I sat on a moonlit night in our greenhouse and poured out my heart to Him. Psalm 62:8 My pain, my fear, my uncertainty, my doubt, my...

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Our daughter Laura needs prayers at this time. For peace, guidance and protection. The Lord direct your prayers. Thank you for your time and care. Frank

Eternal Oases of God by Frank Lee Jennings His praises come up in my mouth not with my eyes, within my heart I know He's here. I press ahead though often weak, even perplexed I sense His Holy Spirit always here into my feeble weakness He pours strength, replaces cloudiness with clarity...

I heard my children laughing by Frank Lee Jennings Long long ago I went to sit in the autumn evening woods to bask in all God's beauty and to catch some if I could The scent of wild and autumn leaves swept all around me there my back against a white oak tree as the golden fall so fair...

She lived to 15 then Jesus took her.

Gray the winter wood by Frank Lee Jennings February 26, 2018 gray gray the winter wood up valleys toward the sky leaves all gone green all gone from summer days gone by they wait in silence through the cold through long chill winter nights as moonbeams stream to the forest floor and horned...

Stones Appearing by: Frank Lee Jennings Walking I walk to the water again where no bridge or crossing awaits me. Stopping at the edge I wonder, question, How shall I pass over? I bow my head. Praying, beseeching, I cry out, Lord, make a way for me to pass over because there is no way. I am...

Dude Winkler By Frank Lee Jennings My 17 year old mother snapped this picture of "Dude" Winkler, her father, holding me in probably late August or maybe September of 1944 after my birth on August 6th. He was a commercial fisherman, trapper and Hunter and fished I guess, nearly every body...

Playhouse in the woods By Frank Lee Jennings Peals of laughter from the pines above the house. Wonderful psalms of unfettered joy. Children at play, at laughing. Little girls playing in the playhouse pretending to be wives and mothers. Making things like they ought to be, Joanna and her young...

I don't share a lot of poetry I've written, mainly those pertaining to the Lord and His things. Please add any appropriate works you wish! In a way everything I write is about Him. I remember sharing some in Middle school and bring accused of not writing them myself. I went underground after...