AUGUST 2026 GLAD TIDINGS 9 The Keen Agers "O God, thou hast taught me from my youth: and hitherto have I declared thy wondrous works." Psalms 71:17 Hidden in Plain Sight June 7, 2026 Rarity in Places by Design I was hiking a trail on the hills above our home when I came across a rare flower in full bloom. The flower was from the lily family of plants called the Gentner's Fritillaria. This little lily grows in a microclimate found in Southern Oregon. God was very specific when He created this plant and placed it in this small part of the world. On the Search for Hidden Treasure A group of amateur botanists was also out that day on a power hike through these mountains. A professional botanist from a local university was leading the group. He was clearly frustrated and determined when we met on the trail, stopping to ask me if I had seen any Fritillaria. They had just hiked the same path I was on, where I had seen several of the tiny lilies. I could see that the pace of their hike led them to focus more on where to place their feet on the rocky trail than on their surroundings. Their misdirected focus kept them from discovering this little orange beauty blooming on the forest floor. Unless we are attentive and intentional, the lily is not easy to find. A Sign of God's Times and Seasons A rare Fritillaria, blooming in just the right climate and in the right season, displays God's beauty and design. Creation mirrors the invisible realm. God works in cycles and seasons across time. He has specific times and places to unveil His purposes to each generation. He desires to reveal deep, secret things—rare treasures of great value. What the prophets prophesied, God had sovereignly decided. He set the place and the time for fulfillment. He assembled the right people and circumstances needed to deliver on His word. He brought revelatory understanding to the one who would intercede for His will to be accomplished. Watch and See His Word Bloom in Your Life We need to slow down in our busy lives and give our attention to the Lord. His word will bloom in the right climate and season. Then we will see what is hidden in plain sight. "There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known." (Luke 12:2 NIV) u Permission Granted Elijah List Garris Elkins, Author and Prophetic Minister Prophetic Horizons Email: garriselkins@gmail. com Website: www.garriselkins. com There is a river of love and peace Where the healing waters flow And when you place your feet within Sweet blessings you will know There is a river of joy and hope Where the healing waters flow And when you place your feet within Your symptoms, they will go There is a river which runs forever And as it flows it whispers your name Oh! Please, come down to the water’s edge Take a step forward and you’ll never be the same u by Liana Wendy Howarth WE ARE THE LAST LIVING WITNESSES OF A WORLD THAT NO LONGER EXISTS "We are often called “the elderly,” but that quiet label hides a truth most people rarely pause to consider: we are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists. If you look closely, you might notice gray hair, slower steps, or the quiet patience that time alone can teach. But if you truly listen to our stories, you will discover something far more extraordinary. We are not simply older people moving through the final chapters of life. We are the survivors of one of the most breathtaking transformations in human history — a generation that walked from the slow, deliberate rhythm of an analog world into the dazzling speed of a digital one without ever losing our sense of humanity along the way. Our journey began in a very different place. Many of us were born in the 1940s, 1950s, and early 1960s, when the scars of World War II were still fresh across Europe and Asia and the world was slowly learning how to hope again. Cities rose from rubble. Families rebuilt lives after years of uncertainty. Childhood unfolded in ways that would feel almost unrecognizable to younger generations today. Our toys were simple: marbles played in dusty yards, hopscotch drawn on cracked sidewalks, checkers and cards gathered around kitchen tables while the smell of dinner filled the house. When the streetlights flickered on in the evening, it was the universal signal that childhood adventures were over for the day and it was time to go home. There were no smartphones, no streaming videos, no endless scroll of digital distractions. Instead, we built our memories in the real world — with scraped knees, laughter echoing down neighborhood streets, and friendships that formed face to face, without the mediation of screens. Music became one of the defining soundtracks of our youth. The 1960s and 1970s arrived like a wave of color and rebellion. We watched culture shift around us, carried by electric guitars and voices that dared to question the world. For many of us, gatherings like the legendary Woodstock Festival of 1969 symbolized something powerful: the belief that peace, music, and community could reshape the future. Hundreds of thousands of young people stood together in muddy fields, listening to artists who poured raw emotion into towering speakers known as the Wall of Sound. Those concerts were not merely entertainment; they were moments when strangers felt like a single generation singing the same hope under an open sky. Education looked different then, too. Our notebooks were ... See “We Are The Last” - Pg 16 THERE IS A RIVER
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