My Birthday Prayer

Dear Lord, cake 2

My birthday is a gift from you,
So Lord, guide me the whole year through.

This year Lord, may I sin less
And each time I err, at once confess.

May I follow the Bible as best I can;
May I learn to live by your good plan;

For Lord, I want to always be
A good steward of  the time you give to me.

In the name of Christ Jesus, I pray.     Amen



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Jonathan’s Story, One Cat’s Life

Book cover jsA few months ago I published a book called The Life and Adventures of Jonathan Cat”.  I meant to write a book that would hold some wry humor for adults and also be the kind of book you would want your adolescent to read and enjoy.  To my surprise, I suppose because the narrator of the book is a cat, everyone thought this book was for children.  My almost 6 year old granddaughter learned to read the title and really wants to read the book; but it is, of course, far beyond her reading ability. With that in mind I sat down and rewrote the book in nine pages in a simple story book fashion.  The nine pages also includes a large number of art pieces that coordinate with the story.  When I was ready to publish the book, however, I discovered that the minimum size I could publish was 24 pages.  Thus I added a “Special Feature” to the new book–the same story in rhyme.  I have named the new book “Jonathan’s Story–One Cat’s Life”.  To see all three of the books I have written, go to Amazon Books and type my name in the search line (Betty L. Killebrew).

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Big ears!

Never think your child doesn’t hear all that is said. When my granddaughter (not yet four) recently saw “The Wizard of Oz” for the first time, she picked up on the line sung by the Munchins, “You’ll be a bust in the hall of fame.” She immediately asked, “What is a ‘be-er bust?”
I was able to explain because I had fortunately just understood the line for the first time although I was seeing the movie for at least the dozenth time. I will certainly never let this little sponge hear anything on television that might have questionable language.


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The Life and Adventures of Jonathan Cat

cat cover for web-siteMy new book, The Life and Adventures of Jonathan Cat is now available at Amazon Books and on CreateSpace Books on the web. It’s also now available at Kindle Books.   After going on any of the sites, you can find it easily by typing in the title.  It is for sale in paperback for $8.99 + shipping/handling. As a Kindle book, it’s only 2.99 and you can read it at no charge by borrowing it as a Kindle book. Go to Kindle Books to take advantage of this offer.

Betty L. Killebrew, Editor and Publisher—

The Life and Adventures of Jonathan Cat     
By Betty L. Killebrew

Jonathan Cat, a barn cat born during the Depression era, leaves his farm home early in life and begins to travel around the country, enjoying a variety of adventures and living with various human friends along the way.

Told by Jonathan himself, this heart-warming tale chronicles Jonathan’s adventures with each of his best friends—Peggy, a little farm girl who has to be reminded to give him water; Boxcar Joe, a hobo who rides the rails; Boozer, a reformed alcoholic; Stripes, another cat with whom he develops a kinship; and Sharon the great human love of his life.

Seen through a cat’s eyes, the actions of the human characters in the book range from humorous to heroic.  From living with his friends, Jonathan learns important lessons about life and love.

The author was inspired by several cats she has “owned” and by the classic animal stories about Black Beauty and Lassie.  Her writing is clear and straight forward, making for easy reading; but this book is not primarily for children. It has appeal for readers over a broad spectrum. It will not only engross children, it will also fascinate cat owners and offer several hours of enjoyment to anyone who simply enjoys a good story.

Early readers have said that they laughed out loud in some places and cried at the end.  If you read this book, please post your review both at Amazon and in the comment section for this posting.

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About Marriage and Divorce

I often think it should be more difficult and expensive to marry and less complicated to get out of the relationship.  It is my opinion that a divorce should be separated completely from questions of property and custody.  Divorce itself should be simple—you want it, you’ve got it.

If you want to agree on a settlement, fine.  If not, file a civil suit, but either way, you’re divorced; it’s over; you are no longer joined.  I don’t suppose that would change the fighting over the property and custody which would still be jointly held after the divorce, but perhaps the mindset would be different.  You would no longer be breaking up a marriage, you would be settling a business arrangement—no guilt on the part of either, just the equitable division of property and a reasonable agreement for raising one’s children.

Marriage in the first place, however, should be very hard indeed.  Some states now require parenting classes to teach people who are divorcing how to deal with their children during this crucial time.  Why don’t we have classes when fertile young people desire to get married, teaching them beforehand the consequences to their future children of a possible divorce?

Money is the cause of most of the problems in a marriage.  Why don’t we require people who are taking out a marriage licenses to have a complete understanding of the attitude of the other toward this crucial subject? Why don’t we teach them beforehand how to work together to create a budget and how important it will be to their happiness to live within their income?

Religion is another of the many subjects married people may be at odds about.  Why not a pre-marital class on tolerance and understanding?

There are so many areas of life about which young people entering into marriage are totally oblivious. Why then is it easier to get married than it is to legally drive an automobile? We require people to learn the contents of a driver’s manual to receive a driver’s license; shouldn’t we require some knowledge of the hazards of the road of married life for those who are embarking on matrimony?
Elizabeth Ruth (Inspired by J. Kelley)

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May God be with Newtown, Connecticut

Some people are in a dither about the upcoming end of the Mayan calendar.  Many Christians also point to signs around the world that the prophecies of Revelation are coming true.  As for me, the end of the world does not frighten me because I realize that for each of us the “end of the world” is only a breath away.

For twenty little children in Connecticut the end of the world came unexpectedly yesterday, December 14, 2012.  Twenty little children with heads full of Santa Claus and wishes for the newest electronic gadgets to be delivered from his bottomless bag were deprived of their precious lives–all of their dreams and futures ended by one angry young man.

I write this with tears in my eyes.  There are tears throughout the nation as our flags fly at half mast. Although compassion flows from every corner of the world toward those bereft parent of the Sandy Hook school shooting, there is still not enough compassion to assuage one tenth of the grieve that dwells in the hearts of those parents.

On behalf of this web site, I would like to add my caring and compassion for those parents to the great pool of caring that is headed their way.  May God be with them.

Betty Killebrew

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No Asthma for my Honey

I have a case of asthma
Which makes me gasp and wheeze;
I grow a little worse each day
From pollen in the breeze.

And so my granddaughter , three years old,
Is busy looking for
The cat she thinks I hid somewhere
Before she came in the door.

She thinks her grandma’s back can growl
And would have “called the doctor”
If I had not been near the phone
And so that I could stop her.

I know she doesn’t understand
And hope she won’t find out
Why Grandma makes a racket
When she breathes in and out.

I hope she never feels this way—
For victims it’s not funny—
And I sure hope asthma never hits
My precious little Honey.

Betty Killebrew

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The Christmas Puppy

 Many and many a year ago,
In a city bleak and dark,
A Christmas miracle began one night
With a hungry puppy’s bark.

He was too careless to mind his mom;
So one day in the chilly fall,
The puppy wandered away from her
And now had no home at all.

Alone he’d lived for weeks gone by
On what little food he found,
And several times he had just escaped
The catcher from the pound.

Until one night the shivering pup
Found nothing whatever to eat
As swirling snow began to fall
And settle at his feet.

The fright he felt was only matched
By his feeling of despair
As people stepped right over him
Without a thought or care.

At last the puppy faltered
As he neared a humble home
Where within a woman’s tears fell
As she knelt and prayed alone.

Precious little did the woman have
To give her much-loved son;
Her wages barely would buy his food
When each day’s work was done.

And now she waited with grieving heart
For the passing of the night,
For she had no gift to give her son
At Christmas morning light.

And as she knelt and prayed and hoped,
She heard a feeble bark;
So she rose and opened up the door
And looked into the dark.

Outside she found a sodden bundle
Of tangled puppy fur
With two big eyes with glistening tears
That fastened tight on her.

Unable to deny those big sad eyes
That looked at her with trust,
She brought the puppy into the house
Away from the cold wind’s gust.

Inside she settled him near the hearth
And warmed a precious cup
Of milk and oats with cooking fat
And watched him lap it up.

And then she brushed his golden fur
And fluffed it as it dried
And knew her prayers were answered
When she brought the pup inside.

Around his neck she tied a bow
(Of ribbon saved for years)
And rejoiced because her son would not
Wake up to grief and tears.

For now he’d have a Christmas puppy
To give him lots of joy,
And he would love the Christmas puppy
More than any Christmas toy.

 Betty Killebrew
All rights reserved

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