Thursday, November 12, 2026

Slabtown Cave, the Steep, Steep Cliff, and the Unseen World

 Last Sunday afternoon after our second service of the day at the assisted living center in Licking, Missouri, with family, we drove another fifteen minutes to talk a short walk to a breathtaking place named Slabtown Cave. 

(It should have been named Slabtown Cave and Cliff, but then I was not asked before naming the place.)
This dangerous place with a hazardous trail leading to it is located in the Mark Twain National Forest. 
Jonathan and Craig moved ahead on the trail while Joella and I trailed behind, visiting as sisters will do. 
It wasn't long before we caught up with the youngsters who had congregated at the top of the cliff, or should I say, the top of the cave. It was actually both, and had I known that underneath was hollow, I may not have ventured out as far as I did. 
But ignorance is bliss, they say, and so I was blissfully ignorant as I viewed the Big Piney River down below and Paddy Creek Wilderness around. 
Upon completing an ultra steep and hazardous climb down the last part of the trail, the scene pictured above is what we ladies saw, and this photo does not include the main back part of the cave. 
From the back, this is the scene we saw. 
Be aware that the edge of the stones and sand you see is actually the edge. That is where there is suddenly nothing beneath your feet for dozens of feet down. 
Suddenly there was a big crash as something fell from above, and had I not seen the log that one of the boys dropped from up above, I may have thought a person had fallen. 
The boy up above (not one of mine, thank you, as mine would never, never do such a thing :) :) 
was duly reprimanded by his frightened mother, and we continued to try to enjoy the scene without worrying about our husbands walking, in our opinions, much too close to the edge. 
As you can see in this picture taken by someone on the other side of the cave, it is a very steep descent down, and you can't even start to see how far down it went. 
As we stood in the cave, Craig told us what he had learned recently by attending a local event in which the history of this area was shared. 
Back in the 1800's, lumber milling decimated the entire forest in this area. 
Hundreds of thousands of feet of lumber were sent down the rivers to St. Louis and St. Charles markets. A man named Pattie ran the mills and became one of the wealthiest men around. 
But wealth does not guarantee happiness or a good end. After the death of his wife, Pattie later ended up dying in a Mexican prison in California. I don't know any more details than these that I just read. 
But anyway, Craig told us that a town had thrived here, even though now there is hardly a sign of it. 
A small stone or concrete door step is about all that can be found to prove that years ago a thriving town existed. 
Now it cannot be seen. 
This reminded me of a statement made by Rev. Donald Raines at Beavertown God's Missionary Church a week earlier. He was preaching a series of messages from the book of Daniel, and this sermon was based on the prayer Daniel prayed as he besought God to keep His promise to bring back the children of Israel.
Daniel fasted for three weeks, eating no pleasant bread, not knowing that mighty angels were battling in an unseen world above him. 
Only when the angel finally got through did Daniel come to realize, from what the angel told him, that his prayers had been heard from the first day. 
Rev. Raines told how God said to Daniel, 
"You're affecting the unseen world with your seen prayer."
There is a world that we see,
and there is one we cannot see, and yet we know it exists. 
When we find ourselves on a steep trail, in a dark cave, or in some other difficult and unwanted spot, may we remember that there is also an unseen world above us in which angels dwell.
When we feel alone and embattled, may we remember that prayer can send them battling through the clouds and the demons and the darkness to come to our aid and our comfort. 
Prayer can affect the unseen world--whether above a dark cave of sorrow, a decimated forest of broken dreams and disappointments, or a steep trail of impossible situations. 
And unseen angels will battle through, 
unseen victories will be won,
and an unseen Hand will reach for ours to help us up that last steep trail leading out of the darkest cave!

Wednesday, November 11, 2026

The Preciousness of a Little Child

No sooner had I arrived to my seat near Mom at Wayside Bible Chapel than two little children came into our row of chairs wanting to shake hands--little Tanner, who had come through a year of treatments for brain cancer two or three years ago, and his little sister Naomi. I didn't just shake hands. 
I hugged them both. 
Leave it to little children to teach us how to welcome visitors!
Their welcoming gestures filled my heart full! 
Those children are so happy and precocious. 
There were so many happy moments that Sunday, including this one that afternoon, shown above, with Tanner and his big brother trying to balance on the parking stops on their way to the door of the assisted living center where the church group was ministering this second Sunday of the month as they always do. 
Samuel Morley carried in the keyboard with my brother Elon taking in another load, Jonathan carrying in the autoharp that I was going to play for "In Times Like These" that Jonathan, Joella, and I planned to sing there. 
It's always good to just take time to watch little children--even (and perhaps especially) if you are on your way into a home for the elderly!)
Although I must say, this home's elderly were some of the most responsive and delightful people I've ever had the privilege of experiencing in a similar settting. 
Elon led some singing with Pearl accompanying on the piano, Joella on her violin, and David on his guitar. 
Joella joined the younger generation as they sang a Thanksgiving song they had resurrected from last year. It was beautifully done!

You Know You Are in Missouri When...

If you are prone to carsickness, do not take back roads in Missouri on your way to Grandmother's house.  
Thankfully, I am not prone to carsickness. Therefore, we took back roads on our way to Grandma Morley's cabin in the woods of Missouri. 
But wow! 
No shoulders. Hills and curves galore.
Homes that actually weren't better than many on the reservation here; so many mobile homes and very small, dilapidated homes not much larger than my mom's small cabin.
At least we didn't drive after dark as Craig, my brother-in-law, did, who came home from work with a mighty tale of accosting (accidentally, of course) no fewer than four Missouri creatures. 
He just missed a buck deer at one point, 
hit a raccoon shortly thereafter, (I will spare you his details about that)
almost hit a skunk but managed to straddle it instead (still getting sprayed as he went by so no wonder I thought Craig smelled a bit skunky when he came in to the house),
and then he didn't get home before also hitting a possum!
We were definitely in Missouri!
No sooner did we arrive at Mom's, than we hustled her right into our Honda and took her over to see the activity at the place Elon's family is purchasing. Mom has been a little melancholy after the death of her sister and brother-in-law, and we wanted to keep her busy and happy with family and other people while we were there. 
My nephew David was helping Elon pour concrete for the handicap ramp, concrete foundation strips for Amaris's cabin, and a concrete pad around the well. 
I shivered through the house and property, wondering how my brother's family with just one able-bodied daughter at home, would ever be able to manage this move with all the repairs needing to be done on the house and all the work of moving their belongings...
It's good that their son Ezra is planning to return home from Africa for the  month of December. He will be a big help. 
All I can do is pray that God will supply their needs in every way. Jonathan spent most of Saturday with Elon, helping him figure out what needed to be done and helping him with purchasing materials in Rolla. Then Monday morning Jonathan worked in the attic, getting electric wiring in for lights for the very dark livingroom. 
And in between was a Missouri Sunday--complete with an early morning walk out past the horses, ducks, and geese with my dear niece Laura, and then helping my sister Joella with preparing some of the food for the carry-in after morning service at Wayside Bible Chapel. 
My niece Natasha brought yummy roasted carrots as well as peas. 
I contributed tossed salad, and somebody brought beautiful whole wheat rolls. 
Rosalie brought pumpkin pies, and Pearl brought the lemon meringue and apple pie. I could feast and feast my eyes on them!
All on a Missouri Sunday. And more in a separate post about Sunday afternoon. 

Wednesday, November 4, 2026

Flowers Have a Way of Looking Up

Today it was good that I had plans to accomplish some things without getting too involved in checking the news except for a couple articles from Epoch Times, a conservative news source that I like. It seemed wiser to go ahead and make that huge batch of venison/beef meatballs and pack for a trip away than to stare gulpingly at news on the screen about the nation turning alarmingly blue last night.  

Some states may have swung blue, but our flowers are still blooming, and they have this adorable habit of looking up. 
Tended cosmos or wild yellow flowers--they all look up to the sun's beautiful face. 
A few weeks ago in Rapid City for medical appointments, Jonathan and I found a park where we got out and walked a little. There we discovered these beautiful morning glories, still blooming unwithered by the sun's afternoon rays. 
Trumpet vine tangled in among the glories. 
And doesn't it remind us to just keep blooming, to grow where the Master Gardener has planted us, and to ever look up toward the light of the Son of His love. 
We must not be discouraged or faint-hearted, but know that God has planted us to bloom and flourish in such a time as this. 
And so I mix meatballs and bake an apple cake and a pumpkin pie and milk the goats and make cheese and pack a large order of my books into a box that will go to a bookstore in Mexico. 
It's just one of those small things that I can be involved in to spread the story of God's love in my personal life with those around me--so that they will also be encouraged to look up, for our redemption draws near!

Tuesday, November 3, 2026

Choir Singing in the Dark to God Who Is Still on the Throne

A few evenings ago, Jonathan and I took off for an evening walk on the driveway before the forecasted rain. As usual, our dear goats followed us, with Bell challenging Jonathan a couple times with her horns before she settled down. I usually take a bottle of water along on walks, and if the goats start to get frisky with me, I toss water on them. 
It works like a charm!
We loved the scene behind us--goats sillouetted against the sunset. 
But as we walked, something else caught our attention--
the sound of birds twittering their evening song. 
This was not just one bird as we often hear down in the plum bushes below our house, but many birds. 
We had never heard such a choir here at our place before that I can remember.
As we strolled closer, the birds began to hush, but we stood still, watching and listening, and before long, those birds went on singing, fluttering into the twigs and branches of that patch of plum bushes and singing their evening song.
For the people of the world, it was Halloween night, a night to dress up in silly, spooky, or otherwise crazy costumes and take children around town to collect hoards of candy. 
For us, it was Reformation Day, if we had to make it a special day, the day Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses to the door in Wittenburg. 
And otherwise, it was just another good day in the Lord, made extra special with the grand finale of feathered creatures singing cheerfully together, reminding us that our heavenly Father would always remember and care for His own. 
And so today, as we woke to the news that both House and Senate have been taken over by people who are more concerned about gas prices and retaliation against the other party than about the morality and godliness of our nation, we remember the birds singing. 
Were they singing the song that kept going through my mind this morning, 
"God is still on the throne, 
And He will remember His own. 
Though trials oppress us and burdens distress us
He never forsaketh His own.
God is still on the throne, 
And He will remember His own. 
His promise is true, 
He will not forget you!
God is still on the throne!"
The flowers are still blooming, even after a frost a couple nights ago. 
We begin the morning with Scripture and prayer, just like always. 
Whether the Republicans or Democrats think they have control or not, 
whether we are afraid or rejoicing, 
we turn our hearts ever heavenward and sing, 
joining the choir of evening birds, 
because God is still on the throne. 

Election Day Evening--Having an Anchor

It is Election Day evening, and since the temperature is dropping, we are scurrying around checking the garden for last minute produce and milking the goats early so in case news gets exciting or later this evening we won't have to interrupt it to go milk goats. (That last part was my decision, and I was the one to go milk the goats! After all, I've been milking them most of the time for the last week and a half since Danny and Hannah went to Colorado to join the elk hunt.)

 

Our family sang the song below for three different services Sunday, and I'll share the lyrics for you to be encouraged by, regardless what the results of this election are. 


 In times like these you need a Savior,

In times like these you need an anchor;
Be very sure, be very sure,
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!

 

This Rock is Jesus, Yes He's the One,
This Rock is Jesus, the only One;
Be very sure, be very sure,
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!

 

In times like these you need the Bible,
In times like these, O be not idle;
Be very sure, be very sure,
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!

 

This Rock is Jesus, Yes He's the One,
This Rock is Jesus, the only One;
Be very sure, be very sure,
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!

 

In times like these I have a Savior,
In times like these I have an anchor;
I'm very sure, I'm very sure
My anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!

 

This Rock is Jesus, Yes He's the One,
This Rock is Jesus, the only One;
Be very sure, be very sure,
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!




Slabtown Cave, the Steep, Steep Cliff, and the Unseen World

  Last Sunday afternoon after our second service of the day at the assisted living center in Licking, Missouri, with family, we drove anothe...