A 98th Birthday Tribute Poem

A few months ago, I was scheduled to speak at a South Arkansas church. A few days before the event, I was asked to write something for a member turning 98 that week. I hope you enjoy this poem and share it with friends or family with quite a few candles on their cake. I’m sure they can relate. If you would like a program at your church in Arkansas or NE Texas, visit GregGilbert.org or call 870 777-1454.



Tribute To Miss Erma


I’m here on Miss Erma’s special day, invited as a guest.
And I hope you all share my feelings of too blessed to be stressed.

She was born in 1920, and if you want to take a note,
That’s the same year this country allowed women to get a vote.

You see when Miss Erma was born, we were just getting used to cars,
And Ol Glory when she flew, only had 48 stars.

Because when Miss Erma was born north was two states above Nebraska, 
Not many people had heard of Hawaii or Alaska.

She’s seen cities built on acres that once were grazed by cattle.
She’s seen parents lose their kids, that didn’t come home from battle.

She’s seen babies born, losses, ties and wins,
And she’s shed her share of tears, as she buried family and friends.

She’s seen Adam, Hoss, and Little Joe, yeah, they knew right from wrong.
But she never heard profanity in an old Bing Crosby song.

She probably looks around and says this world is in a mess.
But she’s also heard Red Skeleton tell us all good night and God bless.

So we’re here to celebrate 98 years and I have it on good authority, 
That no one beats you out, or even comes close to challenging your seniority.

So Mt.Vernon church, rise to your feet and join me in celebration,
To honor Miss Erma, a member of our country’s greatest generation.


Greg Gilbert – July 2018

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Our Rodeo; Our Rules!

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We were extremely vetted tonight. I’m OK with it now but I was not OK with it during the process. It started with Sandy, Kasen and I attending Championship Bull Riding at the CenturyLink Center in Bossier City.

To start with, they had built a wall around their rodeo. In order for us to get inside the walls, I had to apply for and purchase entry a few weeks ago. That was the first vetting. They checked my debit card to insure there were funds for the tickets plus $10 for ticket master and $3 for the event center on each ticket.

Once I passed this vetting system, I was able to print 3 tickets. Then, as we were walking out of the parking lot, there was a sign that said no purses over 6X9 inches. This was our second vetting. This resulted in us returning to our country, I mean car, and doing what the police tell you to never do. We left the purse in the trunk of our country and started our journey again.

Once we made the extremely uphill trip to the top, (everything worthwhile is ALWAYS UPHILL), Sandy’s clutch bag was opened and vetted by the security person. I was then asked another vetting question. I guess it was on the sign after the purse but I didn’t see it.

You see, I’ve carried a pocket knife since second grade but I couldn’t lie to security man. The metal detector wand man was waiting for me to assume the “give me a T” cheerleader position. I could not pass this vetting.

I told Sandy and Kasen to enter through the walls without me. I said I would do what I could to meet them on the inside, someday. I waved as they passed through the glass wall. They waved as they stood inside. They had been cleared to be inside the walls. I was willing to do whatever necessary to meet their requirements and be reunited with my family. It was their rodeo, their rules. I had requested entry.

55. That’s how many steps were on the three tiers back to the parking lot. I walked down the stairs and through the lot again to leave my 16 year old Case John Deere pocket knife in my country. There was also 55 steps back to the top. Forget that motivational, worthwhile uphill stuff. I wasn’t in the mood. I was having a few choice words with the 9/11 religious idiots that started this mess.

I reached the top, assumed the “give me a T” position and passed this vetting. I was reunited with my family and we hugged. (Not really but we will in the documentary.)

This is a late night report because I took Facebook off my phone weeks ago. This was good because it allowed me to clear my head. We were in our seats 45 minutes prior to the rodeo. This would’ve been plenty of time for a Facebook venting session on vetting and would’ve taken my attention from my family.

But here’s what changed my mind and heart. The lights were dimmed. Fireworks began as they introduced 25 young bull riders. I saw my grandson’s smile as he watched and listened. I was witnessing his first rodeo.

Then we were asked to stand and remove cover. (Remove your hat if you are wondering.) The rodeo announcer with a voice that compared with Paul Harvey said the sweetest prayer and asked for blessings and safety for each cowboy, our military, law enforcement and our country. Then our flag appeared on the big screen waving ever so gently. I don’t know if I’ve ever sang the National Anthem so loud and proud. P.S. No one took a knee.

After two hours of great action, some prayers for an injured bull rider and watching my grandson laugh and clap, it was over. You know what? Inside those walls was a pretty special place. Yes; I had to jump through some hoops to get there but as I said earlier; their rodeo, their rules. Yes, the rules have changed since I slapped Stoney Burke’s hand as he rode his horse around the Four States Fairground Rodeo arena in the 60’s. He didn’t know or care that I had my pocket knife in my pocket.

The world changed on 9/11. We have to change. I’m not the guy that likes to see our freedoms and liberties whittled away but I’ll share this with you. If I have to go through a few inconveniences to increase the safety of my wife and grandson inside the walls of a rodeo arena or the borders of our country, that’s not too much to ask.

In fact, I’ll do whatever it takes to see my grandson bow his head in prayer and his hand on his heart during our National Anthem with a few thousand others. Honoring God and country; I believe that’s how a country was started that people around the globe are drawn to.

Our Rodeo; Our Rules!

Greg Gilbert

Chicken Fried Skeet And The Dreaded Handoff



Well, I woke at 4am this morning and it was different. My 11 year old grandson, Kasen was not here. He had spent the weekend with us at the farm.

We have our deer blinds and feeders ready. I have six more years of youth hunts with him. I had many with his older brother until girls and driving bumped Papaw down the priority scale.

Two weeks ago, I played music and had an Authors Table at a music festival in Delight, Arkansas. I had noticed that the Testimonies were playing at Midway Baptist that night. I finished in time to stop by and hear some great music. I’m so glad I stopped by because of the blessing I received from the music AND we received an invitation to their Fall get together at the beautiful home of Barbara and Kenny Dixon. There is something intriguing about an invitation to a church function that includes, “bring your gun and guitar.”

You know it’s a beautiful setting when an eleven year old says it is beautiful in every direction as we drive in.

There are great activities. Kasen gets to shoot skeet for the first time. There is a hayride, great food, fun, fellowship and music. Even Kasen couldn’t name a favorite part. He said it was all fun. Thanks to the many folks it took to put this together.
Keith and Tracy Mays, I want to thank you for inviting me to sing a song and tell a story years ago at Midway Baptist. Without this, I may have missed knowing many of these great folks. I might have missed this “first time.”

I am so thankful for the many “Firsts” I have witnessed in my kids and grandkids lives. The more candles I get on my cake, the more I see that life is a huge collection of memories. The secret is they are normally not created accidentally. We must be intentional in creating memories.

When my family is under one roof, I love listening. I hear “Dad or Papaw, remember when we went here or did this?” I’ve never heard, “remember when we bought this or watched that TV show?” It’s about memories. I commit to making as many as possible in my remaining years.
One I will remember is our trip to the Arkadelphia McDonald’s yesterday. This has been our half way grandkid hand off location for about 13 years.

Somewhere along the way, I told Kasen I had retrieved some of the skeet he had shot. I said I could freeze them and when he came back, Nana could cook us a chicken fried skeet. This opened the flood gates to;

Sausage and Skeet omelets

Chicken Skeet Salad

SLT – Skeet Lettuce and Tomato

Skeet Sandwiches

Sandy had a dessert item; Skeetles

Everyone slapping their arm because a Skeet-Ter was flying around in the car.

I don’t know if there is a bigger blessing than a child’s laughter. There was even laughter between items because we were all thinking of the next item. We don’t need no stinking Six Flags amusement park.

I’ve always joked that my 12 years in Human Resources cost me my hair but I kept my sense of humor. I had much rather be a bald headed guy that loves to have fun than a stick in the mud with a full head of hair.

Kasen couldn’t wait to tell his mom some of our ideas when we arrived for the handoff. We all hugged and said our goodbyes until next time.

It’s always sad leaving that McDonald’s. I am so thankful for the relationship we have with our kids and grandkids. I have my favorite grandaughter, Addison, that is six-months old and will be making this trip in the future. I’m also grateful that Sandy and I can have fun like that even when it’s just the two of us. We enjoy the company of others but it’s not essential.

I know Sandy and I have been on the verge of tears many times leaving that McDonald’s. It all depends on the length of the visit. We have been fortunate enough to keep our grandkids for weeks during the summer and holidays. We normally just ride in silence until we get to Gurdon or sometimes Prescott. I think it takes that period of time for sadness to be replaced by gratitude.

In our many years of handing off at Arkadelphia, I’ve seen many of what I think is parental hand offs. I’ve seen crying children led between what I guess is mom and dad’s vehicles. This breaks my heart. This makes my Papaw to daughter handoff seem so trivial.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so deep. Create and enjoy your memories. Cherish your family. Create and enjoy those “first times.” If you come to a fork in the road, take the path of the memories.

It’s nearly sunrise. I think I’ll microwave a sausage, egg and cheese Skeets-skit.

Greg Gilbert





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Be A Ruth Marie! Tribute To Cousin Ruth Marie!

Helping Others

I lost one of my favorite cousins this week. Ruth Marie Evans of Columbus, Arkansas passed away on 2-29-16. She was one of my Mom and Dad’s favorites also. She passed away where most of us would want to be; home. I saw her in the hospital last Wednesday. She was ready to go home. I told her I would try to pull some strings and get her one more night in the hospital. If she could have reached something I know she would have thrown it at me as I left.

I want to set the stage by sharing a chapter of my book, “Leading Like You Own It – Why We Never Wax A Rental Car!” The chapter is titled, “Be A William!”


A few years ago, I was teaching a leadership seminar to a group of managers. I was about twenty minutes into a four-hour leadership program when the name first came up. One of the attendees said, “that’s what William said.” I just acknowledged his comment and proceeded with the program. After another thirty minutes or so, someone else said, “that’s what William would have done.” Again, I acknowledged the comment and proceeded.

I felt pretty confident I was on the right track since it seemed someone named William agreed with many of my leadership lessons. I began to keep a stroke sheet every time someone mentioned the name William. At the end of four hours, I had five strokes on my sheet.

I had a good idea of who William was but at the end of my program, I asked; who in the world is William?  I was told he was the highest level at that location for many years. He had retired a few years earlier. I was shocked that even after being gone a few years, his name was very familiar.

I asked these questions;

  1. Evidently, William had a big impact here? Every head nodded.
  1. Evidently, William was well thought of here? Every head nodded.
  1. Evidently, William left a huge legacy here? Every head nodded.

It set me up perfectly to ask the following question; what will they say about you? Not when you are gone, what are they saying now?

Everything we do and say is building or tearing down our reputation and legacy. Everything good that is said or done builds our reputation and legacy. It is like putting another brick on a strong wall.

Every time we do or say something that hurts our reputation or legacy, it removes a brick from the wall. These bricks do not come from the top; they come from the foundation. A strong foundation is weakened quickly by the removal of just a few bricks.

We must keep adding, not removing these bricks. Personal growth and Betterment will add to your reputation and legacy. Be a William.


Now back to my cousin, Ruth Marie. When my dad had a stroke years ago, most of my family said there was no need to drive in from Blytheville. Ruth Marie called us and said I should come in. I listened to Ruth Marie. When my dad had a heart attack while visiting us in Fayetteville, Ruth Marie made the five hour drive to check on him to see if she could help.  I remember when my mom was sick, Ruth Marie was always there to help. When anyone around the Cross Roads or Columbus area needed help, Ruth Marie was there. I remember the many Christmas parties at her beautiful country home. I can’t write anything without mentioning the pickles she made for everyone at Christmas.

Another thing that comes to mind is I seldom, if ever, saw Ruth Marie at a funeral. She was always at the home or church preparing food and getting things ready for the family. She was helping. If there was ever a function at the church, she was helping.

While I was in North Little Rock last week, Sandy and I had lunch at our favorite grill; Gadwalls. Some friends of ours own Gadwalls. One of the owners, Neil, sat down and visited with us. I shared with him how I have referenced him in some of my leadership sessions. He was shocked and asked how?

I reminded him of the fire that burnt the old location of Gadwalls. When I heard of the fire, I called him. I told him I was thinking about him and asked if there was anything I could do? The first words out of his mouth were, “Greg, I don’t know what my employees will do.” It wasn’t about the fire, his family or the building. It was about his team members. It was about “others.”

Ruth Marie was about “others.” Most of my memories of Ruth Marie will always be about her helping others. I’ve always heard this was the greatest generation. This generation is gradually disappearing. If you do a word search on the word “help,” you will find it five times in my writing about Ruth Marie.

I think “helping others” should be an aspiration for all of us.

To put it simply; Be A Ruth Marie.

My prayers go out to her family.

Greg Gilbert

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Regret Reduction Goal Setting

Regrets Uninstalling

As all of the New Year Resolutions have expired for 2016, I am embarrassed that I’m just getting around to setting my 2016 goals. I normally set these at the end of December but my grandson, Kasen, spent all of his school break with me. That is no excuse because I wouldn’t swap those two weeks for anything. I was with him when he shot his first deer. There was a lot of bonding and we had a great time.

In December of 2014, I started something I call, Regret Reduction Goal Setting. In addition to the normal health, finance and family goals, I included a few things from my “As Soon As” list.

One item was to visit our friends, Roy and Della and climb their mountain in the Texas Hill Country. I checked that off in May. An unscheduled surgery in early April would have given me a great excuse to not climb the mountain. I’ve always heard you can have excuses or results, not both. I had quite a few rest stops on the way to the top but as you can see below, the view was wonderful. Results, not excuses.

Roys mountain

Years ago, I had a program titled Regret Reduction 101. It was about being intentional in taking action to prevents regrets in our life. During that time, I closed a blog with a regret.


Posted January 22, 2008

Before we close and speaking of regrets, I want to share a recent experience. Later last year I heard a high school classmate of mine, Coach Tommy Miller, Hallsville, TX had lung cancer and was very sick. No, Coach Miller was not a smoker and was in excellent health before his illness. I had the best intentions of calling or going to see him even though I had not seen or talked to him in years.

We ran around with the same group in high school. His mother was a nurse and had patched me up a few times when my Honda 160 Scrambler scrambled out from under me.

Well, I did go to see Tommy in January. It was at visitation, the night before his funeral.

I want to describe visitation for a Brother in Christ that had touched many lives in 31 years of coaching. First I had to park two blocks away. As I neared the funeral home I saw a line that stretched out the door and down the block. I waited in line 90 minutes to pay my respects to his wife and parents. The line was filled with young adults whose lives were touched by Coach Miller. By the time I had reached the front of the line and had visited with many people, there was no doubt that he was a Godly husband, father and son. What a legacy this man had left behind.

As I drove back to Texarkana that night there were two thoughts that weighed heavy on my mind.

Number 1: Last year I said someday I was going to call him or drive down. Friends, the road called someday leads to nowhere. I regret (there’s that word) that I didn’t get to visit with Tommy but I have no one to blame but myself. “As soon as” are some of the most regret producing words we have. Quit putting things off!

Number 2: What a servant’s heart Coach Miller must’ve had. What a legacy! What could I have learned from him if we had the opportunity to visit? I’ll never know. I honestly believe we would have spent very little time talking about the past. As my speaking mentor, Willie Jolley says; the past truly is a place of reference; not a place of residence. That’s why the windshield is big and wide and the rear view mirror is small and narrow.

Even after not talking to Coach Miller in many years; after visiting with many people that night, I am very, very certain that Tommy heard these words, “Well done, good and faithful servant”. Will we?


Little did I know when I wrote that blog about Coach Miller in 2008, my company would be named Greg Gilbert Coaching years later. The origin of the word coach began in the 1500’s. It came from a town in Hungary  that made carriages. The carriages were built to get you from where you are, to where you need to be. Do you get it? StageCOACH, MotorCOACH, flying COACH. The word wasn’t used in an athletic sense until the early 1800’s. Although Coach Miller and I were in two different coaching businesses, our goals in coaching were the same; to get a person from where they are to where they need to be.

I believe it is impossible to get where we want to be or even get close to our potential without goals. Goals help us coach the easiest person to influence, ourselves. 

In my presentations, I ask the audience to quickly write two things that are better today than a year ago as a direct result of your actions. Very few pens hit paper. Friends, we don’t wake up every morning to decline or keep things the same. We are here to make things better. Goals help us achieve that.

Now that our resolutions have lapsed, join me in setting some measurable goals for the remainder of 2016. While we are at it, let’s sprinkle a few Regret Reduction items in there also. You won’t regret it.

What will you do this year to reduce regrets?

Greg Gilbert


Greg Gilbert conducts keynotes and the Leadership Development Reality Show, “Leader-Owner Mindset vs. Undercover Boss” On-Site and at locations around the country.  He is the author of “The Power Of Better Series – Volume I – Leading Like You Own It! Why We Never Wax A Rental Car.”  and his PDF (Personal Development Fiction) book 50 Days Of Hay – A Life Changing Summer. He is committed to assisting the willing to “Become Better” through increased Education, Engagement and Accountability.

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The Golden Rule Pays

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“What advice would you give a friend or family member that accepts a position as a manager or supervisor?”

I have asked thousands of leaders this question in my leadership development sessions. Although I’ve received many great answers, the most common one is “treat others as you would want to be treated.”

It applies in all aspects of a leaders role. It applies in discipline, praise, treatment of vendors, contractors, customers, team members and your manager.

However, the much referred to “Golden Rule” is not restricted to leadership. It can and should be applied in all aspects of everyday life. In fact, not applying the “Golden Rule” is a selfish choice. Applying the Golden Rule can help others and gives us the personal satisfaction we DTRT, Did The Right Thing.

The Golden Rule could also have an unexpected financial reward. A few months ago my favorite youngest daughter, Autumn, witnessed a car hit a parked car outside of a store. She watched and waited for the person to stop and leave a note or go in the store to find the owner.

Neither occurred. The driver left the scene of the accident. My daughter documented the license number and type of vehicle. Then came the moment of decision. Would she take the selfish, easy way and not get involved or follow the Golden Rule? She knew how she would want to be treated. I’m proud of my daughter. She DTRT. She Did The Right Thing.

She went inside and found the owner, told them what occurred and gave them the information. They thanked her and my daughter went on with her day.

My daughter was contacted by both insurance companies concerning the accident. A few months later she was contacted by the owner of the car that was hit. They were so grateful. Autumn’s actions had saved them hundreds of dollars on their deductible. They wanted to know where Autumn worked and if she had children. Autumn shared this information and told them she and her husband were expecting their first child.

A few days later Autumn is surprised by a visit from the car owner. She hands my daughter a Thank You card. Inside the card is two $100 Visa Cards. One for Autumn and one for my future favorite granddaughter. My daughter is overwhelmed with appreciation.

Friends, Doing The Right Thing ALWAYS pays. It had already paid with the personal satisfaction of treating someone else like my daughter would want to be treated. The $200 was an unexpected but welcomed bonus.

Do you have any examples of financial or emotional rewards when following the Golden Rule?

Greg Gilbert conducts Leadership and Personal Betterment Programs On-Site and at locations around the country.  He is the author of “The Power Of Better Series – Volume I – Leading Like You Own It! Why We Never Wax A Rental Car.”  and the fiction book 50 Days Of Hay – A Life Changing Summer. He is committed to assisting the willing to “Become Better” through increased Education, Engagement and Accountability.

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BY THE HAND OF GOD -The Miracle of Nash Jeremiah Mullins

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Today I have a guest post from one of my high school classmates that shares my passion for the “Written Word.” I hope this story by Judy Mullins blesses your heart as it did mine. Enjoy. gg

 God has always known about Nash and how he would come to be.  We as his family have been blessed to witness the unfolding of this miracle of God firsthand and I consider it a privilege to be able to share the journey. 

This is how I came to know about Nash in May of 2013.  My cousins in Michigan had been asking for years when we were coming to see them.  Growing up, they had come here for a visit just about every summer since most of the cousins lived around Hope and Spring Hill so I never made it up to Michigan.  Now that I was almost 60, the Michigan kinfolk thought it was high time some of us Arkansas people come to see them, so Larry and Gayle Garner, Marsha Cochran and I headed their way. 

When we made it to Michigan, the relatives made it clear that this was a trip to just visit with each other and not try to do too much sightseeing, but there was one place they wanted us to go for a day out. 

The town we went to is Frankenmuth, Michigan and is a gorgeous place with the German-looking buildings and a covered wooden bridge over a scenic river and lots of little shops for tourists.  We walked around some, took pictures, then ate a wonderful lunch in a nice restaurant.  The day was perfect for being out and about – especially in such a beautiful setting.  

Before heading back to the Detroit suburbs where they lived, they wanted us to go to the Bronner’s CHRISTmas Wonderland there in Frankenmuth..  That’s how the sign looked, with Christ in capital letters.  As I found out, the store is open year round and is huge – 7.35 acres under roof!  

I read a little history on the store later to learn that the man who founded the store insisted that Christ always be capitalized and that he was a devout Christian man.  It was fun to see all the decorations and gifts, but I will say 7.35 acres is a little overwhelming and to top it all, I am not much of a shopper.  But somehow, in that huge place, God drew me to just where He wanted me to be.  

I was looking at some Jim Shore Christmas ornaments when one in the shape of a cross caught my attention and I knew I had to have it.  To me, it was perfect!  The cross portrayed the purpose of the ministry of Jesus, which was to die for us, and the nativity scene across the top of the cross spoke of His miraculous birth and printed on the vertical part of the cross was “A Child is Born”.  

I quickly decided that was going to be my big purchase and in the next second decided that if I loved it so much that all the women on our trip would want one as well, so I bought six.  After paying for the six, I started thinking that the family members in Arkansas needed them, too, so I went back and bought six more to take back home.  I am still amazed that in a store that huge, these crosses were all I wanted and was so happy with them. 

We were gone on our trip a total of 12 days and the day we got back home, Steven called me and said, “Could you run down here for a minute?”  I said, “Sure”, grabbed up the cross I’d bought for them and headed to his and Sarah’s house.  I had no idea what he wanted to see me about so the first thing I did was to excitedly show him the cross ornament. 

He grinned from ear to ear and said, “That’s perfect, that’s a sign.”  I had not a clue what he meant and about that time Sarah came into the living room and it was obvious that she had been crying so I asked what was going on.  She told me she had finally gotten pregnant but that it looked like the pregnancy wasn’t going to last. 

Now to put it mildly, my head was spinning and here I had just brought an ornament to them that said on it, “A Child is Born”.  I am fully aware that the ornament was about Jesus, but I felt like it was maybe not appropriate to bring that to someone who might be about to lose their baby.  Steven, being the man of faith that he is, showed the ornament to her and by this time I was in tears myself. 

To fill in a bit, I did not know the details of their fertility struggle.  They were aware that I was all for having a grandchild, but I was trying to not be a nosy mother in law so I didn’t ask questions.  As it turned out, they had been trying to conceive for about a year and Sarah had taken some medicine to try to help with the process, but she had taken it without success several months earlier.  

Since it had been awhile, she decided to call her doctor to see about trying another round of the medicine.  Her doctor agreed she could try it again and gave her a prescription to make her period start then she would take the other medicine.  The doctor didn’t tell her to do this, but she thought maybe she’d better take a pregnancy test just to be certain before proceeding and it came out positive!  

If she had taken the pills, it is fairly certain that the pregnancy would have ended there but thank God she didn’t.  God was with her in a mighty way.  Of course she made an appointment to see the doctor and they drew blood to make sure all her hormone levels were okay and that’s where the problem surfaced.  Her progesterone level was way too low to support a pregnancy and this particular doctor didn’t think it helped to take it orally.  So now she was faced with the excruciating wait and see what happens and to have to go frequently for progesterone blood levels.  

He told her that if she could make it to ten weeks, that there was a chance the pregnancy would survive.  After many prayers and buckets of tears, finally came the day when she and Steven got to see and hear his tiny, precious heart beating on the ultrasound!  What a glorious day that was when I got that video on my phone and could see it for myself.  

Now getting back to the ornament, Steven was very serious about God sending a sign that everything was going to be okay and he took the ornament the day I brought it and hung it on their bedroom wall as a reminder to them of who God is and it hangs there still.  I keep mine out as well and love remembering the day that I was so drawn to that particular ornament in a store with literally thousands and thousands of ornaments.  God is awesome! 

The rest of the story, of course, is that Nash was born a healthy, happy boy and we are so blessed to have him in our lives!  Medical science said he probably wouldn’t be born, but God showed us that He is in control and He does perform miracles!  We are so grateful to be able to watch him continue to grow and to see what wonderful plans God has for the life of Nash Jeremiah Mullins! 

Judy Mullins

Hope, Arkansas  

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you.”            

Jeremiah 1:5

I want to thank Judy for taking the time to write the story, sharing it with me and allowing me to share it with you.

Merry Christmas to you and your family,

Greg Gilbert

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Papaw, are all farms this peaceful? 

Pond Chairs

That was a question posed to me as my grandson and I sat in those chairs fishing. Here was my response: 

Most farms are peaceful because you are surrounded by trees, ponds and streams. In good weather, nature is beautiful and peaceful. Normally, farms are surrounded by nature. 

I shared that a house or business in the city can be peaceful also. Most of the time when any area is not peaceful, it’s because of people. I asked him if people arguing, screaming and yelling was peaceful and he quickly said no. 

My new goal; provide a peaceful setting. Not a bad adjective to be known by. 

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Happy Leader/Steward/Fathers Day.

I’ve had a blessed life and am extremely grateful for all the different roles I’ve played in life. Dad to two girls and Papaw to two boys are no exceptions. Much more laughter than tears and many more memories than regrets. That’s what life is all about.

Note: Tears during two trips down the aisle and father/bride dances do not count as bad tears.

I normally tell a story in my leadership seminar about the pleasure of watching a leader grow and develop. What a great feeling knowing you played a small role in their development. I wish that on all attendees. The different levels are when they come to you with;

1. Greg, this is what we have. What do you think we should do? 

2. Greg, this is what we have. This is what I think we should do. What is your opinion before I implement? 

3. Just FYI Greg, this is what we had and what I did. (They still need just a little confirmation.)

4. The final phase is “where are they?” They have developed into a great leader, become independent and need your council less and less. 

When I tell that story around this time of year, Fathers Day hits my mind. All you have to do replace my name above with Dad. The levels of development are the same. 

We have all heard of being a good steward of the land, our finances and our health. Have you ever thought about being a good steward of the lives of the children you have been blessed with. 

I think about watching my two girls grow into beautiful young independent women.

I know. I know. God did that. However, what I’m most proud of is even though they have their own personalities, they both have the same good, kind heart.

I know, I know, God did that too, but you know what I’m most grateful for?

He let me help.

As a leader, my job is not to develop good employees, but develop good leaders, no matter what the title. 

As a father, my job is not to raise good kids, but raise kids that become good adults. 

“What are they leaving with?

Do they have a loving home?

Leaving with?

Have I showed them right from wrong?

Leaving with?

When we’re miles and miles apart,

there’s a choice to be made, 

and they look inside their heart,

what are they leaving with?”

Chorus from “What Are They Leaving With”

Music and lyrics by Greg Gilbert- 

Greg Gilbert Publishing – Ascap

I would like for you to have a free download of that song. Visit www.GregLGilbert.com/thanks to listen and download if you like. 

Happy Fathers Day to all dads. 

Greg Gilbert


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The Perfect Song For Joy Or Sorrow.

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I recently heard my friend Greg McDougal share the song, “Jesus Loves Me” at a local church. As I listened to him share the song, it took me back to grade school and Vacation Bible School in Hooks, Texas.

There are three memories that resurfaced. We received a small Bible (which I still have), I had to learn a Bible verse ( I chose Jesus wept) and we had to learn and sing Jesus Loves Me to the parents at the end of the week.

As a young, shy kid, I didn’t realize the full depth of the song we shared.

I’ve written a few songs. Before I sing any of them in public, I tweak them and try to make them perfect. I try to write timeless songs that have the same message 40 years from now as they do today. I’ve always said if a song didn’t make you Mad, Sad or Glad I’ve wasted our time.

The more I look at the lyrics of “Jesus Loves Me”, I truly believe it is the perfect song and here is why;

  1. It’s sang the same in all man-made denominations. It’s not; “yes, Jesus loves me, yes, Jesus loves me, but Jesus just likes you, my denomination tells me so.
  2. Once we truly believe the title is true, it can help us though so many tough times in our lives.
  3. It passes the muster of my Mad, Sad and Glad test. Mad at myself that I missed so many years of a two way relationship with Him. Sad because of the mistakes I know I’ve made not having that personal relationship with Him and oh, so GLAD that I finally chose to fully accept his love and love Him back.
  4. How do we know it is true? Because the Bible tells me so!
  5. Once we truly believe “Jesus Loves Me Because the Bible tells me so”; how can we not believe the other things in the Bible; especially John 3:16?

So the next time you hear children singing this song or hear me discussing it in one of my programs at a church, just think, you may have just heard the perfect song for any occasion, emotion or time in our life.

Greg Gilbert

Greg L. Gilbert conducts “Faith Based Programs” and Manager Meeting Keynotes titled “Becoming A Top 10% Manager” for manager meetings and training. “Mr. HR With A Guitar” also adds to these programs with content and humor.

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