disregard the true God and worship the gods of stone etc. They think
that will satisfy the longing in their souls but it doesn't. Only when
we are in contact with the true God can we find real peace.

Now my dear grandson, and all who read this, take the true key to peace
and let it open your heart and by prayerfully seeking God, you can have
peace in your soul. I love the souls of all mankind and want everyone
who will desire peace in their heart with God, to make it into heaven by
observing the Word of God.

--Grandma Miles (A. Marie Miles)




"I Can Handle It"

"What does Jeff's death mean to me? Well, some kids will probably stop
dropping flippies for awhile. I mean, you got to watch that stuff and
know what you're getting so you don't take some with too much rat poison
in it. Me, I know what I am doing, I can handle it."

This was the answer to a question asked of one of Jeff Stewart's friends
who came to the cemetery, with other barefooted friends, who were
clutching wild flowers, to place on his grave. Jeff Stewart was the son
of a Methodist preacher and had refused to listen to his parents. They
had pled with him in tears to turn away from drugs. He had gotten into
it through others' influence, but when his parents tried to help him, he
would generally say, "I can handle it."