Romans 8:28 “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”
Fear is a form of worry. We worry about so many different things. Ninety-five percent of the things we worry about never happen.
Then suddenly multiple things happen that we were not worried about, which creates a huge emotional storm in our life. Often when something bad happens almost every aspect of our life is impacted. We feel like we are being bombarded and attacked on every front.

Did you remember a crush you had on somebody when you read the title?
If so, I hope it brought a smile to your face, but that is not the kind of puppy love I am referring to. Actually, I was thinking of something much better: real puppies.
There’s just something about a sweet baby animal. As a kid on a farm, I was around baby cows (heifers) and chicks.
Also, my Mamaw Jo always had cats, so there were the occasional kitten liters from time to time.

This makes a fine beef stew or beef barbecue. Give it a try. Season ribs on both sides with 1/2 teaspoon each of salt and pepper. In large nonstick skillet, heat oil over high heat. Add ribs.
Cook, flipping once, until browned, about five minutes per side. Transfer to slow cooker. Add remaining ingredients. Cover and cook on low until beef is tender, about eight hours or overnight.
An easy variation is to omit the veggies and vinegar, replace beef broth with 1 cup beer, 1 cup barbecue sauce and 1 tablespoon Dijon mustard. Continue with recipe as directed. Makes a barbecued pork dish.

I’m sitting on my front porch this morning enjoying a cup of coffee as my mind wanders back in time to a spring morning in May of 1955.
My father, my three brothers and I were heading to Sharps Chapel to help our grandfather, who we called Pap, plant his tobacco crop.
Pap was getting old and couldn’t work as he had in the past.
Dad stopped at Bill Graves’ General Store in the Chapel, pulled up to the only gas pump, cranked up three gallons of gas to the top and let gravity put it into the tank of his 1932 Ford Model A Truck.

By Steve Roark
Volunteer Interpreter, Cumberland Gap National Historical Park
Tree leaves are most appreciated when they go through their fall color blitz that we enjoy every year. But they should also be appreciated for all they do throughout the year, including creating food and fiber through the miracle of photosynthesis, and through their death their provision of a raw materials needed for next year’s growth of new leaves. Going from dead leaves to nutrients that can be taken up by a tree requires an amazing recycling system.

Nestled in the historic community of Paint Rock, Tennessee, alongside Kingston Tennessee, exists a wonderland fit for royalty known as Whitestone Country Inn.
You don’t have to trek through a rabbit hole to get there, but with all the choices of what to see and do, you may think you have; especially after you catch sight of a friendly white rabbit.
The room choices boast breathtaking views of the lake, pond, meadows, and sometimes, all of those. With so many options for exploring the property, you won’t want to spend the day inside.

Whether your memories of Thanksgiving involve a happy group of family and friends gathered around a table overflowing with food, an afternoon spent snacking while watching your favorite football team, volunteering at a homeless shelter, or something entirely different, HUC wants to hear from you.

The Smoky Mountain Homeschool 4-H Club met at Big Ridge State Park on Tuesday, October 24th. The club started the meeting off with Mr. Bill Morgan giving a demonstration on how to build a bluebird house, how to maintain it, and why bluebirds are beneficial to our environment.

There is still a lack of high-certainty evidence on the effectiveness and safety of commonly used painkillers (analgesics) for short bouts of low back pain, finds an analysis of the evidence published by The BMJ.

If you know my daughter Sara, then you know how much she loves to fish. I can see why since she grew up fishing with her daddy. As for me, I went along on a fishing trip when I was kid. I thought it was going to be a fun adventure. Boy was I wrong.