Here is a little story I wrote for my grandchildren back in ‘2000.  It’s silly, but has a moral, and although it was written for children, there is a lesson in it that we can all learn.  Enjoy! -anita


All the hens in the hen-house loved Egbert!  They said he was a “Good Egg” because he always helped everyone.  All the animals on Mr. Brown’s farm found this out about Egbert, early on.

One of the hens named Penny, had stopped producing her large number of eggs, and farmer Brown’s wife wanted to have her for dinner.  All the hens were clucking it over in such a loud voice that Egbert overheard the soon to be demise of Penny.

It seems as though Mrs. Brown had given Farmer Brown an ultimatum.  “Either that Henny Penny starts laying eggs again by the end of the week…or she’ll be on the table for Sunday dinner!” she yelled.  Farmer Brown just looked at Penny with a sad face as Mrs. Brown stomped back into the farm-house.

Penny tried all night long to lay an egg…just even one!  But, try as she might, by early morning, there was still no egg to be found.  Penny sighed and resigned herself to becoming Sunday’s dinner.  She soon fell asleep from exhaustion.  That’s when Egbert made his move.  He began to move and rock under Bertha, until she stood up and made such a loud cackle that she disturbed the other hens.  They all hushed and shushed her back to sleep.

Bertha had stood up just long enough for Egbert to roll himself over to Penny’s nest.  Penny was so exhausted, she never even felt Egbert climb into her nest!

When Mrs. Brown came out to the hen-house early the next morning, she was carrying an axe.  All the hens began to shake with fear.  It was only Wednesday, and already she was threatening poor Penny!

Farmer Brown heard the ruckus coming from the hen-house.  He ran from the barn to see what all the commotion was about.  That’s when he saw the axe.  He quieted the chickens down, and then reminded his wife that Penny had until Saturday to prove herself.  He then walked over to Penny and gently coaxed her to stand up.  To everyone’s amazement, there in her nest was an egg!

No one recognized that it was Egbert…no one except Penny, that is!  Mrs. Brown was none too happy at the sight of an egg in Penny’s nest, so she left the hen-house, clenching her teeth and holding the axe so tight that her knuckles turned white!  “She better lay an egg everday…or she’ll be sitting next to the mashed potatoes on Sunday!” she spit through her clenched teeth.  Farmer Brown went back to the barn to finish shoeing his horse.

As soon as he was out of earshot, the hens began congratulating Penny.  Penny said, “Bertha, check your nest.  I think you’ll find that you’re missing an egg…”  Then she turned to the egg in her nest and said, “Thank you Egbert.”  All the hens gasped as they realized that Egbert truly was a “Good Egg.”

This happened every night for weeks.  Finally Mrs. Brown gave up on her idea of making Penny sit next to the mashed potatoes.

Egbert soon found himself a wife.  She came from the ranch down the road.  She was a small, beautiful little Spanish Omlette.  Her shell was brown and Egbert’s was white, but that didn’t matter to him!

Her parents were known as El Senor y La Senora Huevos Rancheros.  El Senor Rancheros, was a tough guy…kind of hard-boiled, but nice too.  La Senora Rancheros, was different from her husband; they referred to her as over easy, because nothing seemed to bother her.

It wasn’t long before Egbert and his little Spanish Omlette had themselves a son.  They named him Benedict, and called him Ben for short.  As he grew, he was loved almost as much as his father was by the other eggs.  They thought he was a little cracked at times, because he loved baseball, but they always ended up saying that he really was a “Good Egg”, just like his father.

Egbert had twelve children in all.  He and his Spanish bride decided that kids were cheaper by the dozen.  Egbert had to work so hard to support his family, he’d be fried by the end of the week; his brain felt scrambled, but to his family and to Penny, he was a hero!

Penny lived for many years because of Egbert and his children.  They all followed in their father’s footsteps.  Every night, one of them would climb into the nest with Penny…just in case Mrs. Brown thought about putting her next to the mashed potatoes on Sunday!

The moral to this story is:


By:  Anita Mondragon 2000


This is one of the things I found in the garage.  It was scribbled on an empty envelope.  I have no idea how many years ago I wrote this.  -anita


I know my daddy passed away,

These many years, gone by…

But I think I caught a glimpse of him,

In the early morning sky!

He loved to paint while here on earth,

On canvas, stretched so wide.

I’ve seen him many times before

While I stood at his side.

Early this morn, I saw a cloud,

It was so small at first;

But as I watched, that cloud did grow…

It looked like it would burst!

Those tiny wisps…they grew and grew,

With each brush stroke, he’d add anew.

I can’t explain the joy I felt!

My heart inside, began to melt!

The tears rolled down my face in awe;

I couldn’t believe the things I saw.

He was better now than he’d ever been…

And I could almost see him grin!


I miss you dad!  Love you so much!

By:  Anita Mondragon


Yesterday, I was in the garage, going through some boxes.  I ran across a huge box of stuff I had written years ago.  Here is one of the things I found.  I don’t believe I have posted this before, but if I have, please forgive me for posting it again. -anita


21“Not everyone who says to me, ‘LORD, LORD,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. 22Many will say to me on that day, ‘LORD, LORD, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ 23Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’ (Matthew 7:21-23)


You speak to me and call out my name, when others are around;

In pious tones, you thank me that you’re not like those OTHER sinners…there…kneeling on the ground.

But…I don’t know you.

You’re self-righteous, full of pride…oozing with conceit.

You’d never bow, or smite your breast; you’d never humbly entreat.

No…I don’t know you.

I called out to you for many years before you tried to do things your own way;

Before you relied upon yourself, you heard the things I’d say…

But…I don’t know you.

You did things in my name, but they were done for YOUR honor and glory.

Now, here you stand before me, telling me you’re sorry.

But…I don’t know you.

You’ve finally fallen now…you’re bowing at my feet.

No longer elevated, you’re stripped of your conceit.

But…I don’t know you.

You humbly cry and call out my name; you beg me to forgive.

You ask me for another chance.  You say, “Please!  Let me live!”

But…I don’t know you.

You sob, and tell me all that you intended yourself to be;

But there’s nothing Christ-like in you…nothing that I see.

…I don’t know you…

So, instead of hearing, “Welcome Home my friend!”

I say, “Depart from me.  Into that burning lake of fire…into that molten sea.

…I don’t know you…

I shed one last tear for your lost soul;

For what you could have been.

If only you had cried out for forgiveness…

Id’ have washed away your sins.  But, you didn’t…

So…I don’t know you.

I hear your screams cry, “Mercy!  Mercy!”

But there’s nothing I can do.

I’m sad to say, we never met…

…I never did know you!

By:  Anita Mondragon January 2012


“Who can proclaim the mighty acts of the Lord or fully declare his praise?”  Psalms 106:2


Here’s another beautiful poem, written by one of my friends.  Enjoy!-anita


You are majesty, the reason that I breathe, and Lord I lift my voice in praise to you.

Your unfailing love, salvation undeserved; you’ve given me a life that is brand new.

You are my portion Lord.  I seek your every word.  You are my strength and song.  Your are my everything.  Your faithfulness is true, in everything you do.  Your righteousness, Omnipotence…all praise to you!

I praise your name.  I will exalt you Lord in all your holiness.  I praise your name.  Your awesome glory, joy, your love, your righteousness.

You’re the first and last.  The present and the past.  And you will reign for all eternity.

So I honor you, in all that I do.  Shout to you Lord, I give my all to you!

The sea resounds your name.  The mountains do the same.  The sun, the moon, the sky…rejoice your glory too.  For you are wonderful, and you are beautiful.  I will rejoice and lift my voice in praise to you.

I praise your name.  I will exalt you Lord in all your holiness.  I praise your name.  Your awesome glory, joy, your love, your righteousness.

By:  Caren Gore

Reflect on what God has done for you…then be genuine and authentic in your worship!-Unknown


 If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. 10 For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved.  Romans 10:9 and 10


We all know that if we have a problem, but fail to ADMIT we have a problem…that problem will remain.  They even teach this philosophy in AA.  You have to stand up, state your name, and tell everyone you are an alcoholic.  It’s the only way to free yourself from its hold.

The same holds true for every other problem we face in life.  These problems could range from alcohol, drugs, pornography, gossip, lying, hate in our hearts, unforgiveness, unbelief…and the list goes on.  Anything we hold in secret in our heart that is against God, IS a problem.

I finally realized this a few years back.  We were attending a church at the time, that had Counselors available to the congregation.  I “lived” my life for many years with nothing but hate in my heart for certain people who had wounded me.  I couldn’t seem to let go of all the pain they had caused me; I held on to it for dear life, and ended up having no life at all when THEY crossed my mind. This hate, tainted everything!  This is how the following poem came to be.


I lived my life, for many years, so full of pain, and hate and tears.

One day I said, “I can’t do this anymore!” And I knocked upon the Counselor’s door.

She showed so many things to me; now I’m on the road of recovery!

See…when I held all my hate inside, it was so much easier to deny;

For I never knew if what I felt was truth…or just a lie!

It was so good to verbalize, for ’twas only then I realized

That this thing I felt was MORE than hate…I truly did despise,

All of those most close, who pierced me through,

Unlike a friend, but as an enemy would do.

With their acts, and words and deeds unkind,

That, ‘lo these years, torment my mind!

But now…the ugly secret’s out!

Behold!  The light of truth shines through!

Oh healing and deliverance!

How painful! …Yet, sublime!

That I could see those things in me,

That keep me from my climb!

Come now, sweet pain, and show me more

So I may walk…WHOLE, as before.

No longer lame, and crippled be…

Oh healing and deliverance,

I yield! …Now, set me free!

By:  Anita Mondragon  May 2010





One of the things we as Christians should do regularly is thank our Lord for freeing us from the bonds of death & sin. As you undoubtedly know, that’s what the Cross was about, at least in great measure. But there are other bonds (chains, a heavy yoke) that we carry around with us and from which we suffer and are tormented.

As I was praying this morning and thanking God for the freedom from sin & the bonds of death, another thought came to me. That thought: we have freedom from the bonds of doubt! For me at least, and probably for you, doubt is a killer. It kills our joy sometimes, saps our energy and enthusiasm, and even wedges its way between us & our loving God.

Doubt is that nagging feeling that there’s no way out of ____ (you fill in the blank). No one can fix this; no one can help us through this trial. Sometimes that feeling is fairly vague; at other times it’s debilitating and physically shuts us down. We can hardly move…literally.

But, as with everything hurtful in our life, God refuses to let the negatives steal our joy of living in Him. It often takes a lot of doing but, with the help of the Spirit of God, we can overcome the doubt and just trust in Him. God tells Israel many times in Holy Scripture (and we who are saved are “Israel”) to trust in Him and He will deliver. As Anita mentioned in her blog post recently, it’s a matter of waiting for His time & His way. I know, sometimes that’s easier said than done….

So if you’re facing some issue that causes you to doubt, fight back in the power of God. Push back those feelings of doubt & uncertainty and rejoice that God will show you a way out…in His time, in His way, and to His glory. Wait with joyful expectation, because God already has His hand on it, and on you!

By:  Lee Pierce


This morning, several unexpected things happened, one right after the other.  I thought to myself, “Wow!  It’s gonna be another one of THOSE days I guess!”  Every time something new occurred, it was like, “another fly in the ointment.”  I felt like a drowning man…  desparate…in need of something to cling to!  I went to the Promise Box, and this is what God gave me:

“…If God be for us, who can be against us?” -Romans 8:31

Wow!  I needed that!

Here is the poem that went along with the above verse:

“When we in darkness walk, nor feel the heavenly flame, then is the time to trust our GOD, and rest upon His name!”


Did your day begin with unexpected problems?  Read the above verse…get it into your spirit, and KNOW IN YOUR HEART that God is for you; so NOTHING that comes against you today can steal your joy!

Stay Blessed!



“And it came to pass, that, as He was praying in a certain place, when He ceased, one of His disciples said unto Him, Lord, teach us to pray…”  St. Luke 11:1


If you read the above passage through verse 4, you will see that we are to be concerned about our daily needs, and forgiveness of our sins; we are to forgive others as well, and pray for the Kingdom of God, and His will to take over our daily lives so that others will see Him shine through us, here on earth.

Sometimes, we get too caught up in the things we WANT…and, not the things we NEED.  I’m speaking for myself now, but the things I NEED most…I don’t even ask for…I’m speaking of Spiritual things.  Things like compassion, kindness, love to the unlovely, forgiveness extended to others,  …these kinds of things are what I need to pray for on a daily basis. Not just, “Give me…give me…give me…” petitions to God to satisfy our flesh, but, “Give me…” things that will satisfy others and bring them to a saving knowledge of Christ!

Our prayer every day should be, “Help me, Heavenly Father, to find the time this day to be alone with You!  Show me how to be a light to others…teach me to pray!”

Anita Mondragon


“Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us, and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins.”  I John 4:10


That word, propitiation, is not often used in this day and age, so  I looked it up to clarify its meaning for all of us.  Here is what Mr. Webster has to say…

Propitiation:  Atoning sacrifice; Specifically, the self-sacrifice and death of Jesus viewed as appeasing divine justice and effecting reconciliation between God and man.

The above verse came from a promise that I pulled out of my Box.  After reading it, I remembered an old hymn we used to sing in my dad’s church.  Here are some of the words to that song.

“Alas! and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sov’reign die?  Would He devote that sacred head for such a worm as I?  Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree?  Amazing pity!  Grace unknown, and love beyond degree!  Well might the sun in darkness hide, and shut his glories in, when Christ, the mighty Maker died, for man the creature’s sin.  But drops of grief can ne’er repay the debt of love I owe:  Here, Lord, I give myself away…’Tis all that I can do!  He loves me!  He loves me!  He loves me, this I know!  He gave Himself to die for me…because He loves me so!” -Isaac Watts 1707

There was also a tiny poem on the promise…

“Oh love divine, that stooped to share our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear…on Thee, we cast each earth-born care, we smile at pain…while Thou art near! -Unknown

I wanted to share this with everyone, because there seems to be a lot of pain and anxiety going on in the world today.  But, for the Believer, we have a hope.  We KNOW that God will take care of us, and we have assurance in Scripture that He, (Jesus) loved us, before we ever even thought about Him.

Are the pains of this life getting you down today?  Is anxiety, and depression following you around like a shadow? Then reach for Jesus…He’s only a prayer away!  He loves you and wants you to live an abundant life!  Call on Him…He’s listening…

Anita Mondragon




It’s been said that confession is good for the soul.  So…I guess it’s time for me to come clean on something from my past.  Keep in mind, this event lasted only a few moments…but it revealed the content of my heart.  This was years ago, and I was shocked at what I saw in myself then.  Problem is…at times, I still struggle with the same feelings.  You know…when you come face to face with someone who thinks they are superior to everyone else?  Yeah…you all know what I’m talking about!


So…I sat down and wrote this.  Mike and I were working at the same Insurance company at the time.  Our Office Manager was the worst…I’m sure we’ve all had one!  The following, is an experience I had one day when passing her in the hall-way.  It was a REAL eye-opener for it showed me the state of my heart in regards to her.  See if you can identify…Betcha can!


I was walking down the hall at work, and piously smiled at one of my co-workers, all the while, thinking in my heart…”You Witch!”

That’s when it hit me!  I’m a Christian!

…How can I feel this way towards someone?  Suffice it to say, my evaluation of her was, and is correct.  She is in a place of authority, and has the power to make our work-day more bearable; but instead, she chooses to go to the other extreme, and see how miserable she can make things for us! …NOT BECAUSE WE DESERVE IT…BUT JUST BECAUSE SHE CAN!  AND…SHE ENJOYS WATCHING ‘THE PEONS’ SQUIRM!

Does she KNOW God?  Vaguely at best.  …Do I KNOW God?  Intimately!  So what is my problem?  He lives in my heart, and I let Him control me completely!

…Well…ALMOST!  All except that one little space that I reserve for those special moments like “The Hall Experience!”

Do any of you have someone in authority that you hold contempt for?  Pray for them…but pray for yourself first!

Anita Mondragon 2007