"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us"

Ralph Waldo Emerson 
Rev. Jay Smith Jr.
The H.O.M.E. Center
3892 Lancaster Drive NE ~ Salem, Oregon 97305 ~ 503 363-3926
May 2019
Spring in Pennsylvannia
It is the merry month of May. It will be as merry as you would like it to be, isn't that grand idea?  I have very fond memories of this great month. Mother's Day and Memorial Day just added to the spice of spring in the Pennsylvania mountains.  There were great memories of being very close to nature and the joy of being on top of the mountains during a full moon, especially when one puts aside the stress of growing up and trying to fit into society and family. Remembering they were just learning lessons to help us deal with the rest of the world when we were set free to become who we wanted to be. 

I thank my creator for putting me on this planet and giving me the chance to be all I want to be.  All those spiritual helpers, and human ones too, help me to evolve into a person I am proud of being.

I hope and pray you can take a trip down memory lane and find your peace and joy of being here.  We design it by our interaction and choices with society and Mother Earth. I know you must have chosen wisely because you are reading this note.  Blessings to you my dear fellow human traveler and thank you for all your efforts to be all you can be. 

Rev. Jay
Mother' Day - May 12th
Reader's Digest - stories about mom's
by Robin Hynes, Slingerland, New York

My mom had a great sense of humor and a knack for making everything fun. One thing that resonated with me, even as a small child, was how much she seemed to enjoy her own company and found ways to entertain herself. As a kid, I remember her giggling while paying bills. What was so funny about bill paying? She would put humorous notes in the reference section of the check: For the electric bill, she might put “You light up my life,” and for the mortgage she’d write “Four shingles closer to owning it all.”
by Abigail Wortman, West Long Branch, New Jersey

On the first day of first grade, I stood by the front door with butterflies in my stomach. I voiced my biggest concern to my mother: “How will I make friends?” Crouching in front of me, she handed me advice I carry with me to this day: “Be Switzerland.” Be friends with everyone. Treat everyone equally and fairly. For all of my 20 years, I have lived by these words. Soon I will graduate and become a part of the real world. And on that first day, nervously facing new responsibilities, I know I will whisper two words to myself: “Be Switzerland.”
by Priscilla Hartling, West Allis, Wisconsin

My mother was my best friend. She loved cardinals, the male red ones. When she got sick with pancreatic cancer and knew death was near, she told me to always look for the red cardinal—that would be her. I never paid too much attention to that statement; I was too busy becoming an adult. Twenty-five years later, every time I feel at my wits’ end, there is a cardinal flying past me or in a nearby tree. Is it coincidence, or my mother, all these years later, letting me know that everything will be OK? I’ll take the latter.
‘I Know CPR!’
by Talea Torres

My mother had just finished taking a CPR class at a local college when she and I were in the mall and saw a big crowd gathered around a still body. Mom took off running at a speed I didn’t know she could muster, yelling, “Everyone back! I know CPR!” Just as she threw herself next to the body and was about to begin, a pair of strong hands pulled her to her feet. “Ma’am,” said a police officer beside her, “we are trying to arrest this man."