TL HAPPY HALLOWEEN 10-31One of the oldest ghost stories around is the story of Theorosa.  Have you heard of Theorosa’s Bridge in Valley Center, KS?  I grew up just a few miles from there.  You can stand on the bridge and summon the ghost of Theorosa – or so they say.  Stand on the bridge and call out …  THEOROSA… THEOROSA..  I HAVE YOUR BABY.  They say if you say that 3 times in a row, she will appear.  I would not go there alone…  especially at night.   Jus’ sayin’…theo-900x456

Theorosa’s Bridge was originally made of iron and wood. It burned down in 1974 and was then rebuilt. In 1976, fire again destroyed the structure and it was closed for 15 years.  It used to be a pretty ol’ bridge.untitled

In 1991 the road leading up to Theorosa’s Bridge was reopened and the bridge was rebuilt as a concrete structure.  I took a few photos for my own archives and to share with you today.

I caught some images of a pretty field close to the bridge:img_1550img_1549Most of our trees still have green leaves.  A few are just beginning to turn though.  It finally stopped raining every day, so maybe it will dry up now and get a little cooler.  We’ve had temperatures in the 90’s during the day with cooler temps in the morning.  It’s sweater weather, but not quite time for hoodies.img_1544img_1541img_1542img_1543


Sadly, the new concrete bridge lacks the character of the old iron one.  It’s functional; however, the profanity and other graffiti that covers every inch of it, frankly embarrasses me.  People from all over the country come here because of the legend and to experience paranormal activity.  For them to see such a disgraceful sight makes my heart sink.  I suppose I can rest easier knowing the words are at least spelled correctly.  Well, most of them…  lol.

Gather ’round boys and girls.  I’m going to tell you the story of Theorosa.

Theorosa was a Native America woman.  According to the legend, she and a white settler had an illegitimate baby.  Theorosa felt such disgrace and shame that she dropped the baby into Jester Creek and drowned it.  Then Theorosa was so overcome with grief and felt so guilty about killing the baby, she hurled herself into the water and drowned.untitled-2Theorosa can be heard crying at the bridge sometimes.  Don’t tell her you have the baby or she will come up out of the water and attack you!  Balls of light float over the bridge.  Sometimes cars stall or shake while parked on or near the bridge.  People have reported feeling cold spots and they say the weather conditions are drastically different at the bridge than anywhere else in the area.

I don’t have any unusual or peculiar happenings to report personally – but – I was there in broad daylight.  It was not Friday the 13th, but a day much like other autumn days in Kansas.

If you decide to cross Jester Creek on Theorosa’s Bridge, you’d better not do it alone.  In our modern world, of course…  you take your video camera – and post the results on You Tube!  Well, DUH!

Here are some You Tube videos I found:

I did find this account online, if you dare to read it.  LOL!  http://www.angelsghosts.com/theorosas_bridge_ghost_story

Well – it’s a fun story to tell anyway…  have a happy Halloween!  🙂




For Christ also died for sins once for all, the just for the unjust, in order that He might bring us to God, having been put to death in the flesh, but made alive in the spirit; in which also He went and made proclamation to the spirits now in prison, who once were disobedient, when the patience of God kept waiting in the days of Noah, during the construction of the ark, in which a few, that is, eight persons, were brought safely through the water.  – 1 Peter 3:18-20

What exactly took place once Christ died on the cross is not crystal clear in Scripture.  It must have been a most confusing time for those who followed Him.  They must have wondered why God did not intercede at some point and rescue Him.  The reason Christ went through this pain and agony was certainly not as clear to those who witnessed it as it is to Christians today.  We have the advantage of hindsight and we know the whole story.  They had no idea what would happen in a short time.

Most of the people naturally assumed that Jesus was going to rescue them politically.  They were not grasping the real concept.  They saw Him as a political Savior – not a spiritual one.  So when He was crucified on the cross, they saw the end of their political hopes and dreams.  Few of them realized that Jesus was the king of Kings and the Son of God.

Once Jesus died, everyone was just stuck and confused about things.  I believe we’ve all been stuck in Saturday before – after something devastating happens.  On Friday death, unemployment, a grim diagnosis is given or some other seemingly insurmountable circumstance overtakes us.

It was actually on a Friday when I was called by my mom’s doctor with the news that my mom had stage 4 colon cancer.  That was my Friday – the day that I knew my mother would face certain death.  I died some too.  It’s a sad and helpless situation and there is not a thing you can do to make it better.

So it’s Saturday and here we are.  What do we do?  Do we cry?  Well, yes we do.  Do we scream?  Maybe a little…  we wonder where the hope is.  Those who saw Jesus die – they had to wonder where the hope is.  They don’t know what one more day would bring.  The day after Good Friday is Saturday…  and they feel hopeless and helpless.

The difference between the time they went through that long Saturday and the time I went through it is, of course…  they really did not know what would happen the next day – but me, yes, I understand that death came on Friday – and there was a very long Saturday to live through – but on Sunday…  well – on Sunday…

To be continued…  🙂






Anyone who has experienced loss in their life (pretty much everyone) knows that the grieving is never really over. You can be perfectly fine and suddenly you are reminded of your loved one(s) in some fashion and the pain comes back. The question is: How will you deal with that pain? There is no right or wrong answer. The answer is different for everyone. I can say that for me, saying a quick prayer always helps because my help cometh from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.   – From a headstone in Ireland

Do you ask God questions? I do. The precious Holy Spirit has been my comforter and my strength during the times I am not strong. But His strength is made perfect in our weakness. You will either understand that or not. Some things are difficult to explain until you’ve experienced them for yourself.  I try not to ask God why my family had to pass away, but I often ask what God plans for me to do next.

Grief is a very strange companion to walk with. It is more silent as the years go by to be sure, and for that I am very grateful. When it does make itself known, it is sudden. It comes on like a tidal wave and is relentless! It’s hard to stifle it when it hits. It’s brought on by something odd – a sense, usually. You see, touch, smell, hear or taste.

Thankfully, enough time has passed that there are some things I look at, such as my mama’s bottle of White Shoulders perfume (which has evaporated for the most part), and smile. Of course there’s also the faint scent of the perfume, but seeing the bottle reminds me of the times I sat and watched my mama get dressed up to go out. We had some of our best chats while she was getting ready to go somewhere!

If I could take a vote among the “Mourner’s Club”, I’m sure most of us would say our mother’s favorite recipe can take us back home fairly quickly. There’s nothing like making your mama’s famous dish, is there? Take a bite, close your eyes and you will find yourself going back in time to the table you sat at as a child.

 Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o’er-fraught heart and bids it break.  – William Shakespeare

Grief is a very unpredictable companion, but God uses it too. He uses it to help me remember precious things, for it’s the memories we cling to until it’s time for us to be reunited in heaven. ❤




There are many misguided beliefs that this prayer is about material possessions. Newsflash – it’s not. It’s about people, not stuff. People matter more than stuff! When I pray this prayer it’s in the sincere hope that God will bring people into my life. Stuff doesn’t talk back – which in some cases is good, but most of the time – it’s just lonely.

Yesterday I got to see love in action – twice, in the same place! Most people take these things for granted, but if you have either an elderly person or a baby in your family – then you are blessed.

I was sitting at a quaint little Amish restaurant just a few miles West of Wichita in Yoder, Kansas. My husband had left our booth and since I was alone it gave me an opportunity to see and listen to the folks around me. When I looked to the left, I saw a very old and feeble woman seated at a table with someone who looked to be middle-aged. From the body language it seemed as though it was an elderly mother and her daughter. It made me think of the many times I took my mother out for meals. Some of our best conversations happened in a restaurant.

We arrived at the restaurant just after lunch time, so it was not crowded at all. This sweet pair of women had my undivided attention. I was just a distant observer, quietly taking mental notes and watching love at its best. Evidently the older woman was fighting sleep after eating her meal (hey – don’t we all?) – the younger woman said, “Oh – it’s not nap time already is it?” I had to chuckle at that remark. I always take an afternoon nap – unapologetically! I nap and I don’t care who knows it!

The women gathered their belongings – a tote bag and a few other odds and ends I could not make out. The younger woman patiently helped the older one get situated with her walker and they slowly and gingerly made their way out of the dining area.

I took another sip of water and thought back on the happy times my mama and I had. Then something else caught my attention. A baby’s cry – but not just an ordinary cry. It was a newborn baby crying! That’s a very distinctive sound indeed! There was a young couple with their newborn along with an older couple who I will assume were grandma and grandpa.

Babies just make everyone smile – and this one was no exception. I thought, “Oh yes, little one – wrap them all around your little pinky finger now!” Everyone was smiling and chit chatting away about the future. Everything revolves around this child’s future and everyone at the table has a purpose in their lives because of her.

If you feel alone and isolated today, I invite you to visit a restaurant and look to the left… look to the right. There is life outside your little world. Break out of your cocoon and fly like a butterfly into the world and get involved in someone else’s story. If your story seems dull and bleak, maybe it’s time to bring in more characters.



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Whoever sheds the blood of man, by man shall his blood be shed; for in the image of God has God made man. – Genesis 9:6

To purposefully destroy innocent human life is a moral offence and I am outraged.

I try with all my heart to be a good person. Deep down inside I do not promote violence of any kind, in my life or in anyone else’s life. I do not own a gun, but I do not care if a mature, responsible, sane person owns a gun. It’s when some crazy person is packing a piece – that’s when I get nervous and very concerned! I guess the question is: How do you know if someone should be banned from carrying a weapon? Any weapon… because as we’ve seen lately, it does not have to be a gun! Crazy people destroy with anything. Who will weed out the crazies in our society to keep the rest of us safe? Can the crazies be weeded out before they do harm to others – or do we have to wait until the tragedy has occurred to finally do something?

We can’t take part in a race, attend a movie première or go to a Saturday night dance without wondering if some nut will be there with plans to destroy innocent people! Something is amiss here. There is a short-circuit or a link that needs to be inserted – between the unstable individual obtaining a weapon with intent to destroy and the real act of destruction. Something is seriously messed up, because we should not have to be afraid to go anywhere in our society. People were designed for relationship and for the most part, relationship involves attending functions that are packed with people. These seem to be the favorite places for the unstable with weapons to strike. Crowds.

The most obvious question in the wake of this outpouring of mass destruction of human life is – WHY? Unfortunately, that is the one question that we will probably never have an answer for – because when people are not really sane, you cannot even begin to understand or grasp the thought process behind such horrid behavior. It’s evil in its purest sense. I’m glad I can’t crawl inside that mind and understand it. In a way I wish I could – but I’m really glad I can’t.

For the Christian, there is prayer. We know that God is so much higher than any circumstance this world finds itself in. It may seem simple to those who are not believers, and that’s okay. We can’t just do nothing – so we pray. It’s more than the non-believer is able to do. They can complain and grieve and that’s good as far as it goes. But we as Christians know the Source of all life – yes, even the life of the one who destroys. I cannot crawl into that person’s head and figure out the motive behind the unbelievable actions – but God can – and does! He knows what triggered the action and He knows what it will take to fix that person’s problem. There’s a comfort in knowing that I can pray – leave it in God’s very strong and capable Hands – with His all-knowing power at work in the life of one who is obviously unbalanced.

I don’t have to know the “why” – because I know God already has the answer. What are we to glean from all of this? I don’t have that answer either. I guess we just have to lean on God and trust that it’s all part of a big plan. I am morally offended by the events in Boston, and deeply saddened. I just keep praying – it’s the only thing I know to do. ❤