Antifa Antithesis ©

I wish you all could have been with us for our July 4th Independence Day celebration; it was a real Antifa Antithesis. Let me explain.

Normally we do our July 4th celebration at the farm with family, friends, neighbors, watermelon and fireworks over the lake. It’s a tradition we started several years ago and one that I’ve really come to anticipate, especially since it coincides with my birthday on the 5th. After all, how many people get to celebrate their birthday with fireworks, right?!

Well, this year our sons invited us to celebrate the day with them and their neighbors in Kathleen, GA. Since my wife and I had just returned from two weeks at the cabin in PA (which explains my being AWOL from the column/Blog for the last two weeks), and I came back with a sprained ankle, we decided letting someone else host the party would be a good idea. It was a great decision!

The party started in mid afternoon at a neighbor’s house with five families and about twenty kids from toddlers to teens. The guys did a cookout while the ladies prepared the rest of the buffet which included the first of many watermelons from my wife’s garden; it must have weighed 40 lbs. And then a birthday cake for yours truly, the oldest senior there; the kids enjoyed helping me annihilate the cake.

Shortly after we put a hole in the buffet, the party moved to the backyard for a beanbag contest called “Corn hole”, then to the front yard for a back flip/summersault display (that my 27 year old son is paying for today), then to the backyard again for a wiffleball game, followed by football until dark and then fireworks.

So what’s so unusual about all that? Here’s my take on it. Before everything got fully underway, the host offered a prayer of thanksgiving that was truly a blessing in and of itself: thanksgiving for the freedom we enjoy here in the USA and all those who have gone before us to make it possible and of course for the bountiful food.

But here’s the part that I found to be a real Antifa Antithesis about his whole celebration: There were at least three generations celebrating together, including black and white and Jew and Gentile families having a ball together. And all of them were truly thankful for the USA and the freedom and opportunities it provides to all of us.

The whole day was an antithesis of what we’ve been seeing almost nonstop on TV news for the last several weeks with rioters burning, looting and tearing down statues representing anyone or anything not in line with those who want to replace our constitution with anarchy. It was a real breath of fresh air.

On the way home after all the festivities, my wife and I commented to each other that it reminded us both of our childhood days when we used to decorate our bicycle wheels with red, white and blue crepe paper woven through the spokes of our wheels while we rode in patriotic parades. I hope you got to do some of that too when you were kids. Looking back, I think we seniors grew up in America’s golden years.

But at the end of the day, we had a new hope for America’s future because I believe there are more people who celebrated the 4th as we did than there were people burning our flag. Let’s hope so!

Thanks for reading All About Seniors…..see you next week

Bill Milby is a Director of Visiting Angels® of Central Georgia, a non-medical, living assistance service for seniors. If you have questions or comments about this column you can reach him at

Teachable Moments ©

This weekend we had five grandkids at the farm for a couple days. Last night, when most of the others were headed home, Luke, 8 and Reagan, 9, asked if they could stay another night. After appropriate consultation with their parents, we said “Yes”. By the way, last week a reader wrote me after my Mother’s Day Celebration column, with concern we were not taking proper Covid precautions. Just a note here to let you know we quarantined from our kids and grandkids for at least a month before getting together. And this is on top of all the extra precautions for staff and caregivers at Visiting Angels®.

Back to Luke and Reagan. After a full day at the farm, including catching three fish just before dinner, they were stalling when it came to be bedtime. In fact, they both crawled in bed next to me and I sensed a Teachable Moment.

What is a Teachable Moment? It’s a set of random circumstances when time, opportunity, interest, curiosity and truth converge to impart some sort of truth and wisdom from one person, especially a senior, to another, often a grandchild. But it can be from adult to adult too. You just need to have your “Antenna up” so you can sense and seize the opportunity.

In this case the opportunity came in the form of a “New” college textbook that was on my bed stand. I “Salted the oats” of their imaginations by explaining to them that the book I was about to share with them was the most valuable book I ever had assigned to me in 10 years of college and graduate studies at five different universities. This got their attention. But they were totally surprised when I reached for the book on my nightstand that resembled a comic book. It’s called “The Panorama Bible Study Course” by Alfred Thompson Eade, first copyrighted in 1947. It was a required textbook supplement for an Old Testament survey course I enrolled in at LeTourneau University in 1963. It looked kind of “Cheesy” to me at the time; little did I know then how valuable it would become to me as the years have passed by. By far, I have referred to this book more than any other text or book from any course at any school on any subject!

It’s a graphical presentation of the bible from beginning to end with the highlights of human history shown along a time line including the bloodline of Christ. So, for the next thirty minutes or so, we did indeed stall their bedtime as we walked all the way through the bible from Genesis to Revelation. They were really intrigued to see where the bible stories they have learned from their parents and in Sunday School fit into the overall history of mankind in the bible. They not only got an overview of the bible and how major historical events fit into it, but perhaps equally important, they saw that the bible is not just a dusty old book on Pop Pop’s shelf, but a book of instruction for how to live life. Priceless! And hopefully, lasting truth for both of them to use in life.

Teachable Moments are to be seized upon by us seniors for imparting the wisdom of our years into the pliable lives of our grandkids. Don’t miss them!

PS I wish I could tell you where you could order a copy of “The Panorama….” I described above but I’m afraid it’s out of print. If you find one, seize it too. I just bought mine used on Amazon for $40; it was a bargain to me! But I’m sure you have teachable treasures on your shelves too.

Thanks for reading All About Seniors…..see you next week

Bill Milby is a Director of Visiting Angels® of Central Georgia, a non-medical, living assistance service for seniors. If you have questions or comments about this column you can reach him at or search for us at

Strawberry Fields Forever! ©

No, today’s column is not a Beatle’s nostalgia piece about the song by the Beatles, that was written by John Lennon and released on February 13th, 1967 just as many of us in this All About Seniors cohort were graduating from high school or college, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed about life. It is simply my way of getting your attention to read this column because The Beatles, love ’em or hate ’em, were such a powerful social force in our culture at the time. Lennon viewed “Strawberry Fields Forever” as his finest work with the Beatles. And to make the point about their cultural influence, after his death, a section of New York’s Central Park was named after the song, Strawberry Fields. It is a 2.5-acre landscaped section in New York City‘s Central Park that is dedicated to the memory of former Beatles member John Lennon.

But the column is about a real Strawberry farm; specifically Copeland’s Strawberry Farm in Rochelle, GA, ( Be sure to go to their Facebook page for all the details about this “U-Pick or They-Pick” farm; you won’t be disappointed!

Early last week we decided it was time for the Milby family to resume life again after however many weeks we’ve all been hibernating from life trying to stay safe. So what should we do for our “Coming Together Party”?. Let’s go pick strawberries together! That was the centerpiece that got everyone excited about getting together again.

But like I said, it was only the centerpiece. Our day started with grilled hot dogs and beans for lunch on the deck in picture perfect weather; have you all been enjoying this spring weather as much as we have? I hope so! We bribed the younger grandkids into eating all the healthy parts of their lunch by watering their palettes with the thought of strawberry ice cream for desert; I think most of the adults were on board too.

Then we gathered everyone into three cars to make the ten mile trek to the Strawberry Farm. The grandkids each got their own picking bucket and off we went up and down the rows of strawberry bushes for about an hour seeing who could fill their bucket the most. I skipped out from the field a little early to take my place in the ice cream line since it was Pop Pop’s treat day and the line was as long as I’ve ever seen it. Seems like a lot of people had the same idea we did, including a group of about 15 Harley Davidson bikers from a Christian Motorcycle club.

For the next half hour or so we all enjoyed our ice cream cups and cones around picnic tables under the striped shade awnings. Those Copeland folks sure know how to make it irresistible!

Then back to the farm for a picnic dinner of venison burgers grilled to perfection by my son, David, while the rest of the troupes fished or rode the golf cart, took a nap or watched a faux Indy 500 race (a televised virtual version of the classic race by the real drivers , each in their own homes on a computer game cassette “driving” their own cars). I must say it was very realistic looking.

It couldn’t have been a better coming together party …..unless I had my other three grandchildren from CT. Maybe next time.

Thanks for reading All About Seniors…..see you next week

Bill Milby is a Director of Visiting Angels® of Central Georgia, a non-medical, living assistance service for seniors. If you have questions or comments about this column you can reach him at

The Good ‘Ole Days ©

This past weekend one of my projects was to secure a couple old wobbly clothes poles in the side yard. True confession: They’ve needed it for quite some time. But now they’re straight as an arrow, firmly secured in fresh concrete and ready to resume service as part of our energy efficient solar laundry system. My mom would get a real chuckle out of that 21st century description of her “Clothesline”!

So, with all the beautiful weather we’ve been having lately, we were eating lunch on the deck admiring the newly transformed clothesline and it just took me back down memory lane. So much so that I decided to place a call to my childhood next door neighbor who grew up in the row house next door in NJ very similar to what you see in the opening of Archie Bunker’s “All In The Family” TV program.

Back in those days most women were fulltime housewives even though it was a post-WW II economy; the transition to wives working outside the home was underway but not far. Part of the reason was the labor saving devices we enjoy today were simply not invented yet; think automatic washers and driers. Indeed, Monday was laundry day and housewives all over the neighborhood would lug their laundry down to their basements, run the clothes through their washing machines that included an electric agitator but a hand cranked wringer.

And this was also before permanent press fabric, so all those white shirts the men wore to church on Sunday had to be starched and then ironed afterward. Wow, I have a new appreciation for my mom just recalling and writing this!

During the winter, the clothes were hung in the basement to dry but in late spring, summer and early fall they were hung on the clothesline in the back yard. By the time my wife and I took up housekeeping we had moved on to automatic washers and driers as we know them today but she has always had an affection for clothes dried on a line outside; she loves the fresh outdoors scent! I don’t really care myself as long as my underwear is clean! So, when the clothesline went back up over the weekend I “earned some points” from my bride; always a good thing!

Back to the phone call to my neighbor. We went on to reminisce about some of our other memories of those “Good ‘Ole Days”. In particular we remembered all the home delivery we enjoyed before this era of Uber deliveries and everyone else who has jumped into that delivery market. We actually had home delivery by:

  • The Milk man
  • The Bread man
  • The Ice man
  • The Coal man, and believe it or not,
  • The Clothes Prop man!

It was a delightful walk down memory lane last week and again this morning as I see the laundry blowing in the fresh air on the “New” clothesline! I hope your childhood memories are as delightful as mine!

Thanks for reading All About Seniors…..see you next week

Bill Milby is a Director of Visiting Angels® of Central Georgia, a non-medical, living assistance service for seniors. If you have questions or comments about this column you can reach him at

Grandparenting Your Teens ©

Well, Bess and I are reading a new book: Grandparenting Today’s Teens, by Mark Gregston. I hear him most weekends on his radio broadcast over the American Family Network but I never remember discussing him or his advice with Bess. Somehow she independently heard him and decided to order this book that we’ve begun to read together.; it’s good.

So let me ask you a rhetorical question if I might: do you have any dysfunctional teens among your grandchildren? I won’t ask for a show of hands but I dare say it would be close to 100% in the affirmative; the only issue is to what degree.

Is it any wonder when you consider the environment that today’s teens are being raised in? I suppose the real wonder is how so many of them seem to cope and survive in spite of it! Just consider these factors compared to when we were teens:

  • When we were teens in the 60s, 88% of us had two parents raising us; per the 2016 census, that has dropped to 69%
  • Being surrounded by drugs and peers telling them it’s cool to try them
  • Pornography at the touch of a button on their “Smart ???” phones
  • Universal availability of birth control and a culture that says they’re weird if they don’t use it.
  • Abortion readily available if they “mess up”
  • And an education system that’s teaching them who knows what.

Yes, it really is a wonder so many of them survive their teen years.

So what can and should we do as seniors with teen grandkids growing up in this mess? For starters, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to secure a copy of Mark’s book and read it together to rediscover the kind of influence you can have on your grandchildren and how to speak into their lives. To help you get a feel for that I’ll list below some quotes from the first few chapters of the book that Bess and I felt were compelling:

  • “As your grandkids get a little older, their social circles grow as well. The amount of time they have for you becomes scarcer as the years pass….”
  • “It’s important to remember your role in their lives is still vital. You have a place in their lives, but you have to make it happen. ” (My emphasis).
  • “You want your relationship to be one they value … make it an easy choice for them. That’s really what this book is all about. Understanding the world your kids live in and figuring out how to be a part of it.”
  • “Here’s another piece of advice: Do it now. Time is flying by and will be gone before we know it.”
  • “The most valuable things in life aren’t things at all. They’re the relationships people form during their time on earth. The pursuit of things (stuff) is frivolous; the pursuit of relationships is fundamental to God’s plan for us all.”
  • A good person leaves an inheritance for their children’s children (Proverbs 13:22).

Hopefully these brief excerpts have given you a feel for the wise advice contained in the book. It has given Bess and me a new resolve to seek our proper place in our grandchildren’s lives, especially during their teen years. May God’s grace and patience be with you as you come alongside your kids raising their teens as well!

Thanks for reading All About Seniors…..see you next week

Bill Milby is a Director of Visiting Angels® of Central Georgia, a non-medical, living assistance service for seniors. If you have questions or comments about this column you can reach him at

A Little Covid 19 Good Humor ©

Not all is gloom and doom in the world. In fact this is just in from one of my faithful readers…..enjoy some Covid-19 Good Humor :

  • Half of us are going to come out of this quarantine as amazing cooks. The other half will come out with a drinking problem. 
  • I used to spin that toilet paper like I was on Wheel of Fortune. Now I turn it like I’m cracking a safe. 
  • I need to practice social-distancing from the refrigerator. 
  • Still haven’t decided where to go for Easter —– The Living Room or The Bedroom.
  •   PSA: every few days try your jeans on just to make sure they fit. Pajamas will have you believe all is well in the kingdom.  
  • Home-schooling is going well. 2 students suspended for fighting and 1 teacher fired for drinking on the job.
  • I don’t think anyone expected that when we changed the clocks we’d go from Standard Time to the Twilight Zone.
  • This morning I saw a neighbor talking to her cat. It was obvious she thought her cat understood her. I came into my house, told my dog….. we laughed a lot.
  •  Quarantine Day 5: Went to this restaurant called THE KITCHEN. You have to gather all the ingredients and make your own meal. I have no clue how this place is still in business. 
  •  My body has absorbed so much soap and disinfectant lately that when I pee it cleans the toilet. 
  • Day 5 of Homeschooling: One of these little monsters called in a bomb threat.
  •   I’m so excited — it’s time to take out the garbage. What should I wear.
  • I hope the weather is good tomorrow for my trip to ‘’Puerto Backyarda’’.   I’m getting tired of ‘’Los Livingroom’’. 
  •  Classified Ad: Single man with toilet paper seeks woman with hand sanitizer for good clean fun.
  • Day 6 of Homeschooling: My child just said “I hope I don’t have the same teacher next year”…. I’m offended. 
  • Better 6 feet apart than 6 feet under….

Even the Bible recognizes our need for a bit of humor in our lives; Proverbs 17: 22 says “A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones”.

To fill our hearts and tummies with a bit more Good Humor today, here are some nostalgic tidbits from the Good Humor® website:

  • Good Humor® started in 1920 in Youngstown, Ohio, when confectioner Harry Burt created a chocolate coating compatible with ice cream.
  • After waiting three years for a patent, Burt took a trip to Washington, D.C., in 1923 with a five-gallon pail of Good Humor bars for the patent officials to sample. It worked – his patent was granted.
  • In 2014, almost a century after the Good Humor® truck revolutionized the delivery of treats to people of all ages, we launched the first-ever commercially viable solar-powered freezers in New York City.
  • Go to if you’re interested in more Good Humor® nostalgia.

Certainly we’ve had enough bad news to crush our spirits lately if that’s what we’re focused on. So it’s incumbent on us to focus on something else, something positive. And the most positive thing we have of course is Christ’s resurrection that we just celebrated last weekend. It was heartening to me to see some of the unique ways people chose to celebrate the resurrection around the world in the midst of a global quarantine.

Enjoy the Good Humor®, and Thanks for reading All About Seniors…..see you next week!

Bill Milby is a Director of Visiting Angels® of Central Georgia, a non-medical, living assistance service for seniors. If you have questions or comments about this column you can reach him at

Elvirus in the Chicken Coop ©

In the chicken coop. That’s where I was this past weekend. Now, let me tell you the back story and how I was serving mankind by keeping my distance from the rest of you.

Naturally, we at Visiting Angels are super busy these days looking after our seniors and keeping them safe in their homes as far away from crowds as can be. My daughter-in-law, Sandra, who normally serves as our VP of Business Development, is now busy sanitizing everything in sight and securing masks and other protective equipment.

Not only that, but now, in compliance with Governor Kemp’s directive, she’s suddenly a home school mom as well. I know that we’re not unique in all this. I’m sure your daughters and daughters-in-law are in similar circumstances as well. And probably like many of you we got a phone call near the weekend “Could you look after a couple granddaughters for a few days”? Of course! They love coming to the farm and we love having them!

So, as is our regular routine we agreed to meet at the Exit 117 truck stop to load the girls, their backpacks, bicycles and sundry other girls’ supplies into the truck and off we went back to the farm with all sorts of busy-ness plans my wife had cooked up:

  • Coloring books always work
  • Reading books with girls in laps
  • Piano lessons: scales in all sorts of keys and “Jesus Loves Me, This I Know”
  • Bible memory: I Corinthians chapter 13 this time
  • Bicycle riding in the driveway
  • And country walks with Uncle Max to visit the horses at the farm down the road

That all worked for a couple days…..but NOW what do we do? Tractor Supply to the rescue with baby chicks! A brilliant solution to an urgent problem with unanimous consent; if only Congress could be so bi-partisan and decisive! So now at brunch around the table before the chick trip, we have to choose names for the six lucky soon-to-be-adopted fuzzy fowl. (Six to add to our aging dozen which used to be thirty or so before the foxes decided to whittle our flock last year).

  • “Elvis”, no “Elvira” because we’re only getting hens this time. If you ask “Hey Google” to play “Elvira” on your phone like we did ( you’ll join almost 18 Million others who watched the Oak Ridge Boys “Home Free” video and you won’t be able to get that song out of your head either!
  • Grace
  • And then a call from older sister, Abby: “Name mine “Fernanda” Pop Pop.
  • And so on until we had names for all six.

Then on to Tractor Supply where we stayed six feet away from everyone but the baby chicks. What should have been a $24 bill turned out to be $93 after T-shirts, feed , feeders, heat lamps, etc; master marketers those TSC people!

Now comes the hard part: renovating the chicken coop for our newly adopted Bavons Brown chicks. Reagan helped me clean the coop and re-purpose a leaky cattle water trough to be the new chick brooder until they’re old enough to be out on their own. And of course, fresh pine shavings everywhere for proper scenting , look and feel for our baby birds!

But where do the chicks spend their first two nights? In our bedroom of course, with Reagan sleeping next to them on the floor, just in case! Go to for pictures of Reagan and Ellie at the farm.

And now you know how we did our part on the farm to protect the rest of you from “Elvirus”.

Thanks for reading All About Seniors…..see you next week!

Bill Milby is a Director of Visiting Angels® of Central Georgia, a non-medical, living assistance service for seniors. If you have questions or comments about this column you can reach him at

I’ve Got Rhythm…..Not! ©

According to Wikipedia, I Got Rhythm” is a piece composed by George Gershwin with lyrics by Ira Gershwin and published in 1930, which became a jazz standard. Its chord progression, known as the “rhythm changes“, is the foundation for many other popular jazz tunes. This song title and melody has been on my mind for the last several days as life seems to have lost its rhythm in the wake of Covid-19.

As the saying goes, “I can’t carry a tune in a bucket” but titles and melodies often ring in my head for days when something prompts it; in this case the virus.

I’m normally almost compulsive about maintaining a rhythm to life (you should see my daily To-Do list). But these days, if you’re anything like me, life seems to be without its normal rhythm.

But lest you start feeling sorry for yourself, let me tell you of a few close friends of ours:

  • Our son, Jess, recently took a new job in Germany, near Nuremburg, working for a defense contractor to NATO. Before the virus hit he settled into a very small apartment without much of anything but four very close walls for what he thought would be just a short time, and then, only for sleeping. But the virus is running rampant there and now he is tightly quarantined. We just sent him a 4000 piece puzzle as part of a survival kit.
  • One of our daughter’s best friends in CT lost both of her parents in Spain to the virus .
  • One of the missionary’s we support in India, whose Prime Minister just put the country’s entire population of 1.3 Billion people in quarantine, just sent us an email along with a short video showing the pandemonium that is engulfing that nation along with the pandemic.

By comparison, we are living in “The Garden of Eden” here in middle Georgia and we should be counting our blessings every day. We should take advantage of this by looking for ways to help others during these times.

Nonetheless, life does seem to have lost its rhythm but don’t let that throw your entire life into discord (musical analogy intended!). One of the rhythms that’s off for us is regular church/synagogue attendance. Normally, we just don’t miss. And in fact, we are still “Attending” online worship services, but of course as you know, it’s just not the same.

But what is the same is the fourth commandment of ten that Moses brought down from Mount Sinai: “Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord your God. In it you shall do no work“. People have tried very hard to ignore this rhythm or to substitute others for it. In fact, did you know that as part of The French Revolution, the new government divided the month into three décades or “weeks” of ten days each, named simply:

  • primidi (first day)
  • duodi (second day)
  • tridi (third day), and so on to,
  • décadi (tenth day)

It didn’t work; “Décades” were abandoned in April 1802.

What does work is keeping the rhythm of life according to God’s tempo. Try it, it’s a real gift when you actually rest on the Sabbath! And it will work even after the virus passes!

Thanks for reading All About Seniors…..see you next week!

Bill Milby is a Director of Visiting Angels® of Central Georgia, a non-medical, living assistance service for seniors. If you have questions or comments about this column you can reach him at

Don't Miss the Signs ©

I don’t mean to be morbid or anything but the Covid-19 virus is just another reminder to us, especially seniors, that life is 100% fatal in the end. The only real questions are HOW & WHEN we depart this chapter of life.

But there’s a lot more going on around us than just this virus that we keep hearing about. When I hear the news I can’t help wondering if I’m not reading what the Prophets, Jesus and the Apostles Paul and John told us would happen near the end of the age. Surely it begs the question for thinking people with any knowledge at all of the scriptures.

So, in the remaining space I have left in this brief column I’d like to share with you the signs I see:

  • The Global Covid-19 Virus Pandemic…..Matt 24 re plagues
  • Locusts in Africa and middle east…..Matt 24, re pestilence
  • A Cashless economy (Wall St Journal says the Fed and other central banks are considering abolishing cash due to the virus because it’s contaminated with germs)…..Rev 13 re need for a mark on hand or forehead to buy or sell.
  • Global communications & Travel…..Daniel 12:4
  • Globalists wanting no borders with a One World Government…..Daniel 7 & Rev 13
  • Wars and rumors of wars…..Matt 24
  • Famines and earthquakes in various places…..Matt 24
  • The normalization of sexual perversion; even being taught in school curricula ….. Romans 1:21-32
  • For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy …..II Timothy 3
  • Gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world…..Matt 24
  • Proliferation of security cameras and facial recognition software…..Rev 13
  • Global persecution of Christians…..Matt 24
  • When these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near…..Luke 21:28

But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come…..Matt 24.

Now easier said than done in this environment is the advice the Apostle Paul gives us in Philippians 4:6: “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God”. But that’s exactly what we’re to do!

I’m sure that advice wouldn’t even be there if Paul didn’t understand that it’s our human nature to be anxious when we find ourselves in these kinds of circumstances. And I don’t believe he even foresaw us in the 21st century with 24/7 news channels trying to outdo each other for ratings by painting the most extreme scenarios possible to stir us into a frenzy. But I want to end this column with a portion of Psalm 46 to show who’s really in charge here:

The nations are in chaos,

and their kingdoms crumble!

God’s voice thunders,

and the earth melts!

7The LORD of Heaven’s Armies is here among us;

the God of Israel is our fortress.

8Come, see the glorious works of the LORD:

See how he brings destruction upon the world.

9He causes wars to end throughout the earth.

He breaks the bow and snaps the spear;

he burns the shields with fire.

10Be still, and know that I am God!

I will be honored by every nation.

I will be honored throughout the world.”

11The LORD of Heaven’s Armies is here among us;

the God of Israel is our fortress.

Thanks for reading All About Seniors…..see you next week!

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