PHILLY'S HOWDY PAGE What a Wonderful Life!

 Hi ! This is a photo of me and my Buddy Philip as court Jesters. I was a jester for the summer reading program at the local Library.

To laugh, to smile, and to spread the same to you, is my call.

I am a Christian! This is the most important fact about me, and my greatest passion!. I accepted Christ at a Christian summer camp in Indiana at the age of 16. I waited until the last night of the camp. I went forward an accepted Christ kneeling at a log under the stars. What a magnificent cathedral!
The next largest factor about me is that I am a artist. I have a great passion for the arts. I love to teach drawing to children, but I also enjoy drawing myself when I have the time.
Another passion in my life is my work. God gave me this verse for my work.

" Roll your works upon the Lord ( commit and trust them wholly to Him; He will cause your thoughts to become agreeable to His will, and ) so shall your plans be established and succeed." Proverbs 16:3 Amplified Bible.

I used to work full time with a boy who has cerebral palsy and is severely mentally challenged. I enjoyed coming up with new ideas to help teach my friend. It always appeared to my boy like a big game. My buddy has a wonderful and loving disposition. One of the few words he can say is "HAPPY". Most of his words are positive words and the joy of the Lord is his strength. I continue to claim this verse in my new job as an Art teacher in our local public school system with grades K-5. I find this to be a fulfilling job as well, and I still continue to work with Philip part time. I also will be the teacher of a special friends Sunday School class with my Church, and am looking forward to watching what God will do with this program in ministering to special needs people and their family.

  My sister Betty is severely mentally challenged, with autistic tendencies. I consider Her my best teacher, she has taught me to accept people for who they are and to look at their hearts. I learned patience and compassion through her, and I use the lessons she taught me with Philip, and in my classroom as a teacher.

     Bessie was eight years old and grew up in the hills of Tennessee, before electricity or motorcars. She lived in a cabin in a hollow on a small mountain in Sparta. The cabin sat between a spring were they drew their water behind the cabin, and a cave with a cool spring which they used as their spring house to store foods that needed to stay cool.

     One afternoon after milking the cow, Bessie put the fresh milk in the churn as usual, and took it to her mother. Her mother told her there was going to be terrible storm, take the churn to the spring cave and than come back to help tie every thing down in preparation for the storm.

     Her mother was right; the storm that night was terrible. The rain beat furiously down on the small house, and thunder and lightening was striking close to the house, causing it to shake. She could hear trees breaking on every side. By morning the storm had passed.

They began the task of cleaning up the ravages of the nightlong storm. Bessie’s mother told her to fetch the butter churn from the spring cave, because they needed to churn the butter for breakfast. Bessie went to the cave as she had been told. When she arrived at the cave it was full of water. She found the churn floating, bouncing up and down in the flooded spring cave. She fetched a stick to fish out the churn figuring that the water spoiled the milk in the churn. She took the churn up to her mother who was waiting on the front porch. When her mother tried to churn the butter the plunger wouldn’t move, so she opened the churn and found the butter had already been churned. It was the smoothest and creamiest butter she had ever seen.

Bessie resounded with excitement, “ Look mommy God churned our butter!”

     Like the churn we will be asked to ride out a storm, or trial in our life. We should know that God would perfect us for His service, from fresh milk too much stronger and more usable butter. God spoke to Paul in II Corinthians 12:9” My strength is made perfect in weakness...”NKJV

 By Phyllis Bloxson  

I CAN!

 I cannot run with my legs,
but I can run in my mind,
and even sore into the air
on the wings of an eagle.

I cannot talk with my mouth,
but I can talk with my eyes,
and can speak volumes
with my smile, and my body.

I cannot see with my eyes,
but I can see more deeply
with my whole heart.
Everyone is beautiful to me.

I cannot always use my mind
but I can always use my heart,
with this I change from learner,
to among the greatest of teachers.

It is never what you cannot do,
but what you can, that will make the difference.
Shoot for the stars, but always
be happy with the clouds!

By Phyllis Bloxson

 "Heavens Very Special Child"

(My Sister Betty and I)
A Meeting was held quite far from earth;
"It's time again for another birth."
Said the Angel to the Lord above;
"This Special Child will need much Love.
Her progress may be very slow,
Accomplishments she may not show,
And she'll require extra care,
From folks she meets "Way down there."
She may not run or laugh or play.
Her thoughts may seem quite far away.
In many ways she won't adapt.
And she'll be known as handicapped.
So let's be careful where she's sent;
We want her life to be content.
"Please, Lord find the parents who
will do this special job for you."
They will not realize right away,
The leading role they're asked to play,
But with this Child sent from up above,
comes stronger faith and richer Love.
And soon they'll know the privilege given
In caring for this Gift from Heaven;
Their precious charge, so meek and mild
"Is Heaven's Very Special Child."

Author unknown

This poem was given to me when I was 12 years old It made a great impact in my life. It helped me understand the question, "Why?" about my sister.
God has a reason for His choice to send Betty to my family. He makes no mistakes! I'm living proof of how he uses every aspects of ones life to fulfill His goals!