The 4 You Pages

He is risen! Death has no power! Praise God! Thank You King Jesus!

Doing the last billing for The 4 You Pages. It hasn't hit me all at once. Little things remind me that it's over. This is one of those times. Something that has been a "normal" for me for 4 years, is being done one last time. A reminder that God's plans are not always our plans. But that doesn't change that His plan is perfect. I know that His Truth was Spread far and wide, I am blessed that He used me to do it. Sometimes our plans change, to fit His. Doesn't mean that it wasn't good or fruitful, just means that He is going to use you in different ways now! God bless!

Here is the final publication of The 4 You Pages! Thank you to everyone who has been here to support us, cheer us on, advertise, donate and pray! The last 4 years has been such an amazing adventure and I am so blessed that God chose to use me for this ministry!

The final publication of The 4 You Pages will be in your mailboxes tomorrow and in stores today! Thank you all for an amazing 4 years!

Just finished my last publication for The 4 You Pages. Getting ready to send it to the print shop monday morning. It seems unreal, almost likea dream. It hasnt hit me totally yet. I'm mildly distracted by my family and the pain from recovery. I actually thank God for these distractions right now, because crying really hurts my stomach 😆 🤣

Last print Dec. 17th!!!

Deadline is THIS FRIDAY!!

Last chance to get into every home in Mitchell and be seen by everybody. Last chance to put an ad in our faith-based paper and support the mission of spreading God's love to every home and Mitchell.

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Happy Thanksgiving! In the midst of the chaos, there is SOOO much to be thankful for! I am so thankful for what Jesus did on the cross, I am thankful for the family God has blessed me with, and I am so thankful for all of you!

Here is the issue coming to your mailboxes next week! Have a safe, blessed and thankful thanksgiving! God Bless!
This is our second to last issue!

We are pushing HARD to get as many of you and your business into every home in Mitchell ONE LAST TIME, before we stop printing!

Let me know if you want your business in one of our final 2 publications!

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Life Matters
November 5, 2025

‘’The problem isn’t (so much) that Johnny can’t read. The problem isn’t even that Johnny can’t think. The problem is that Johnny doesn’t know what thinking is; he confuses it with feeling.’ – Thomas Sowell. What American Economist Thomas so well said in his possible spinoff from Rudolph Flesch’s 1955 critique of the American public school system’s ineffective teaching of phonics in his book - Why Can’t Johnny Read - does, of course, not apply to every American school equally as they are about as varied as the people who run them, which variation is often a mere reflection on how much influence the Holy Bible has on school faculty versus the amount of influence is accepted from the militantly humanistic faculty of the Teachers Unions.
Today is the culmination of 44 years since dear Sadie and I said our ‘yah’ vows before the deutsche minister who then joined our hands together, gave us the blessing of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, pronounced us husband and wife in the presence of God and these witnesses and then gave this final directive; (in deutsche, of course) ‘’What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.’

While we both have regrets, doing life together has been a lot of fun. There has also been a lot of travail. Sadie may speak for herself but for me it was struggling to become the leader and provider that I knew God wanted me to be for my wife and the little ones being added to our household. Four lovely daughters came first. They were, and had, a lot of fun. Our eldest, Linda, was always full of ideas – every day was a new adventure – and in summertime her ideas often involved the woods in front of our house beyond the chicken shed.
The woods was where they often played and sometimes they played house. Their creativity fascinated me and I became a ‘visitor’ at their ‘house’ when their ‘homemaking’ happened on a Saturday when I was home all day. On one such beautiful Saturday I knocked on their imaginary door and was further fascinated by the hospitality they all freely gave me as they invited me in, politely showed me to the ‘couch’ and proceeded to bring me water, offer me ‘tea’ and something to ‘eat’ and excitedly chattered about their day.
A ’baby’ cried. It needed fed. Another wasn’t settling down for a nap well and needed to be rocked. ‘Dinner’ was being ‘prepared’ and set on the ‘table’ as I, the visitor, sat musing on the ‘couch’. (a small log) ‘’What’, thought I, ‘makes this so much fun?’ As if for the first time, it was dawning on me that everything about this little girl play has to do with what us ‘big people’ call work. ‘’What is it’ – I mused – that makes ‘work’ so much fun?

Two reasons for the fun entered my brain and settled into my heart. Even though these, our lovely daughters, were too young (age 7 down to a year old) to express or even think about it there was already an innate God-given desire awakening to someday be a homemaker in their own home, and in the meantime they were doing a skit for me – unaware of it, of course – of what they saw and experienced in our home. The ‘walls’ were sticks on the ground, the ‘doors’ were gaps in the sticks, the floor was dirt swept clean of leaves and other woodland debris, the ‘furniture’ was logs or imaginary, but none of that mattered. This was home.

The other reason work was so much fun, of course, was that the baby never cried unless they so desired – it wasn’t mealtime or bedtime unless they wanted it to be – and their visitor was ever impressed with anything they offered him. But none of that mattered to me. My little girls were learning life by doing life. Their thinking and their feeling was all in. The baby dolls even needed discipline at times. Unknowingly they were learning that right thinking leads and feelings come along.

Right thinking, they were to have personally stamped on their hearts and minds in later years, was identified and established by God in His Word and when we have right thoughts about ourselves and our need, right thoughts about God, His Word, and Jesus Christ whom He has sent, when those right thoughts settle into us, reside in our hearts, then the way is opened for right feelings about ourselves, others, life, death, God, the Holy Spirit, Jesus Christ the son of God, and a myriad of details we encounter every day. Right feelings because of right thinking, not the other way around.

Let us not confuse feeling with thinking but allow our feelings to be judged by what is, in fact, the Truth of the matter.

Life Matters!

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