Tuesday, December 30, 2014


Each day when I wake up and put my feet on the floor, I'm reminded how blessed my life has been.

 I can never remember not having a roof over my head, food on my table, shoes on my feet, and friends during the Sunshine and rain of my life, "What a blessing".

I started posting "My Meditations" in February of 2014 the year of our Lord, and my blessings just seem to continue, as I share  with you each week, the wonderful life, God has blessed me with.

So many of you have written comments concerning, "My Meditations" your comments have blessed me beyond measure, (Thank You so much for each one you have written).

I never knew my life  story's would ever be of interest to anyone.

As I write them I pray over each one that God will bless each of you as you read them, things seems so much different from the childhood I grew up in  to the world we live in today. 

I'm amazed, I can still recall and put into words, the way life used to be for me, and my family.

Hopefully, in 2015 God will allow me to write a few more of them.

Its a joy to share with you, what God has done with my life, I can never thank Him enough.

As this year ends, and we start a new one, best wishes to you, and your family for a Prosperous, Healthy and happy New Year.

Until next time,  God bless.

Coleman Schell


Wednesday, December 17, 2014

A Winter Walk

 Back in November It had been snowing all morning as I looked out of my window, and decided to go for my walk.

The landscape was in a shimmer of white, the snow lay glistening on the sidewalks, from  the sun light reflecting off it.

There was an unusualness about this day like no other I had seen for awhile, there was no sound, no wind, just the endless whiteness from the snow.

Putting on my boots coat and cap, I opened my door, the air was fresh, surprising it was not to cold. 

Kicking aside some snow that had drifted in front of the door, I took the path that lead into my neighborhood.

Seeing the white on the tree limbs, gave them a  look of splendor, and the snow on the evergreens, conjured a early Christmas spirit.

I felt all alone in the world of white, with no clouds in the sky.

I just love the landscape after a recent snow fall, everything seems so pure and clean.

I wasn't sure how long I had been walking, maybe a little  longer than I normally do, since my face was beginning to get cold.

Time to head home for some hot tea I reckon, I was so engrossed in the beauty of the day, part of me just wanted to keep walking.

 I  love the four seasons in Michigan, each one is a spectacle gift from God.

 I appreciate the season more and more  each year as I take my walks and see their beauty up close.

  On walks like these I realize just  how blessed I  truly am, to be able to walk, and enjoy them at my age.

Until next time, God bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Mother's Cornbread and Beans

Mother wasn't shy about a lot of  things in life, especially cooking,  when it came to making corn bread and beans, she was my favorite by far.

 She and my father had gotten married during the Great Depression, and the memory of those hard times was still raw, when I was born in 1939.

 “Many a day, corn bread and beans was all we had to eat.”

At least a couple of times a week, a big pot of pinto beans seasoned with salt pork would appear on the stove, slowly simmering down to almost mush, along with a pan of yellow corn bread, fragrant and steaming.

The family would gather around our home made dinette table, and fill our hand me down bowls and plates with beans and cornbread.

Some of us kids would roll our eyes with wonder sometimes; wondering  if cornbread and beans was going to be our diet for ever, although never so that Mother or Daddy could see us.

Something must have sunk in my head from all this,because I often find myself calling up remembrances of those meals from our childhood.

After all those years of eating cornbread and beans, believe it or not, I still love em.

My wife Darlene fixes us some quite often. 

She's  pretty good at making  the both of them herself, I often kid her that, she must have learned from my mother.

Until next time, God Bless.

Coleman Schell