I awoke around 3:30am last Wednesday morning gripped with anxiety over my new neighbors. I know it sounds weird that of all the things I could be anxious about, my mind was consumed with the neighbors. But this recent change of new people in "the hood" on two separate sides has been getting to me.
There are the usual, expected changes in life. Our families grow and expand with each child the Lord blesses us with. Their needs are constantly changing as they mature. Our bodies change as we find ourselves on the other side of the hill. I used to be able to put on a little weight and it would stay right where it was. Now it sinks, and its all bumpy! We have had a few sermons on change at church lately. Our church is growing and we are in a period of shuffle. These are all the normal changes of life.
The little community we live in here on the outskirts of Longview has long been known as Omega, Texas. A place like Omega, meaning "the end", is a place where you can expect things not to change much. I have lived here since I was 12 years old. Mark and I married when I was 22 and I moved down the hill into the mobile home that was provided for me. Six years later I moved down the hill a little further into the log house Mark and my dad built for us. I have lived here ever since with an address that has changed only once since I was 12, and that was because the 911 emergency calling system was being reorganized. The neighbors on both sides of me have not changed much either. The little lady up the hill to the north was there before me. Finally, at age 89 she was admitted into a nursing home this past spring. Her grandson and wife, plus three daughters came to occupy her house this past August. The lady in the house that used to belong to my brother just sold out after six years, to a single, oil field worker guy. So, I find, even in Omega, God forbid, that change is staring me in the face again.
I have been weighed down with the burden of ceremony beyond what I can bear as I have obsessed over this new neighbor issue. I know I should take some of the fresh baked bread Mattie has been baking over to each household and welcome them to the neighborhood. But alas, what I used to be so eager to do, that thing, like Paul laments in Romans 7, I find I can't do. Not only do I not have any desire to welcome the neighbors, but because I have already been informed of a few details about each household, I have allowed myself to form the opinion that I don't even like these neighbors. (May God have mercy on me if I ever have to be a new neighbor!) There it is! That is what is gripping me with anxiety. It is not the changes themselves, it is the fear of my reaction to them. I am afraid of myself and what I know I am becoming if the Holy Spirit does not mercifully intervene!
I tossed and turned till 4am. I got up and cried to the Lord, "What is to keep me from falling? What if I do fall, will you catch me? Must I continue to pull myself up by the boot straps and go through motions I have no heart for? Then, somehow will I feel the closeness of your presence? I have heard that feelings follow obedience, but I am tired and weary and I just need to know you love me and you are near whether I ever greet the neighbors or not."
The Psalms have been my Bible reading plan this past year. I have spent a good deal of it in Psalm 62. I turned there once again. My eyes rested on these words, "Trust in Him at all times, O people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us." Suddenly, He was there standing before me, loving me. Suddenly He was looking straight into my heart reminding me of how much He had given for me to be able to be with Him right then, right there. I melted as He lifted the whole burden concerning the neighbors. He assured me there would be a right time and place to do what I know is right to do. His precious Spirit made it clear in that moment that it wasn't going to be that day. I willingly laid on the altar my idea of how it would all work out that instant, and whispered, "What would you have me to do this day, my Lord?" He said, "Rest, I promise not to let go of you, ever!"
It is good to know one thing never changes. The unchangeableness of His purpose towards me!
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Acceptance With Joy
I am ever so challenged to live in the present these days. Many of you know about the constant limbo our lives seems to be in. The state of Mark's back situation still remains very much up in the air as the doctor's keep trying one proceedure after another. I have been reading the great classic "Hind's Feet on High Places" and have been so encouraged by one part in particular where Much Afraid lays upon the altar her willingness to have acceptance-with-joy over whatever the Shepherd brings her way. As she journeys on down the road, impatience gets a foothold in her heart. Her enemies, bitterness, self-pity, and resentment come at her with such a vengence she can hardly make a stand against them. When the Shepherd comes to her rescue, He reminds her how well she was journeying until she allowed herself to become impatient. This is surely a word for me.
God required the children of Israel to gather only enough manna for the day at hand. I believe somewhere along the journey every Christian must learn how dependent he (she) is on God for even the most minute needs whether they be material, emotional, or spiritual. It is a hard lesson; It makes me feel so vulnerable. The truth of the matter is we all are. Could it be that God wants me to see how blessed those are that actually know it? These are not the kind of blessings I had in mind that I wanted God to give me. It is not what I would have chosen. I didn't know I would get dependence training 101. But as C.S. Lewis says in his children's tales "The Chronicles of Narnia", "He is not a tame lion".
Lord, give me the grace to accept with joy whatever you have!
God required the children of Israel to gather only enough manna for the day at hand. I believe somewhere along the journey every Christian must learn how dependent he (she) is on God for even the most minute needs whether they be material, emotional, or spiritual. It is a hard lesson; It makes me feel so vulnerable. The truth of the matter is we all are. Could it be that God wants me to see how blessed those are that actually know it? These are not the kind of blessings I had in mind that I wanted God to give me. It is not what I would have chosen. I didn't know I would get dependence training 101. But as C.S. Lewis says in his children's tales "The Chronicles of Narnia", "He is not a tame lion".
Lord, give me the grace to accept with joy whatever you have!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Ruling the World from the Cradle
Aside from one last week of getting things in order around here, we've pretty much wrapped up another summer.
I am not an intellectual homeschool mom. My idea of preparation is not diving into preparing classes. My idea of preparation is getting behind all the furniture and appliances to clean, knowing that whatever doesn't get attention will have to wait another year. I know this sounds weird. I don't care if things are untidy, but I have to know underneath that they are clean, at least for as long as clean lasts for the duration of another year. I know so many wonderful homeschool moms that have that natural gift of teaching. I am so thankful for them, since a few of them have filled in the gaping holes of "Roots and Wings Academy" (the name Cassie chose for our homeschool when she graduated. I, at one time longed to be more like them, but alas, it is not meant to be. The part of homeschooling I feel most comfortable with is the age level Ethan is (close to 5 years) through about third grade. My favorite thing to do in those years is to sit down with my child or children snuggled up and read books. I enjoy instructing them in the 3 r's. Beyond that I have always felt out of my league. Overall, one thing I have been able to conclude thus far is this:
Children need academics, but above and I would be so bold as to say, way beyond that, children need moms who are there and moms who love. I have always believed the old saying, "The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world". So to all of you moms out there who may be tempted to think your finest quality doesn't seem to exceed rocking the cradle, take courage. The greatest and most important influence you will ever have in this world comes through rocking the cradle!
I am not an intellectual homeschool mom. My idea of preparation is not diving into preparing classes. My idea of preparation is getting behind all the furniture and appliances to clean, knowing that whatever doesn't get attention will have to wait another year. I know this sounds weird. I don't care if things are untidy, but I have to know underneath that they are clean, at least for as long as clean lasts for the duration of another year. I know so many wonderful homeschool moms that have that natural gift of teaching. I am so thankful for them, since a few of them have filled in the gaping holes of "Roots and Wings Academy" (the name Cassie chose for our homeschool when she graduated. I, at one time longed to be more like them, but alas, it is not meant to be. The part of homeschooling I feel most comfortable with is the age level Ethan is (close to 5 years) through about third grade. My favorite thing to do in those years is to sit down with my child or children snuggled up and read books. I enjoy instructing them in the 3 r's. Beyond that I have always felt out of my league. Overall, one thing I have been able to conclude thus far is this:
Children need academics, but above and I would be so bold as to say, way beyond that, children need moms who are there and moms who love. I have always believed the old saying, "The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world". So to all of you moms out there who may be tempted to think your finest quality doesn't seem to exceed rocking the cradle, take courage. The greatest and most important influence you will ever have in this world comes through rocking the cradle!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
A Way of Escape
"God is faithful,who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will provide the way of escape also, so that you will be able to endure it."
1 Cor. 10:13
I used to interpret this verse wrong. I didn't really want to comprehend the words, "with the temptation", nor the words,"so that you will be able to endure it". I liked to dwell on this part ..."who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able". My idea was, at the point when I couldn't stand my trial any longer, God would surely bring me immediate calm waters in the midst of every storm. Though I am aware God is able to do so and sometimes does, He has been teaching me how to take hold of another part of this verse..."will provide a way of escape". I think of the people with addictions. They are looking for a way of escape. We are sure to let them know they have no escape in things like drugs and alcohol. Indeed, we are right to do so. They desparately need to know, however, there is an escape. It is the holy dwelling places of the Most High; this is the Christian's escape. It is our sanctuary, a resting place in a world that makes no sense, and is full of hurt and pain. Here in the sanctuary, we hide ourselves in the loving imbrace of He who made us, died, and rose again for us. He lives for the moments that we draw near to His side, and the one final moment when He will rescue us for good.
If we are going to portray a picture of this sanctuary (which we all need), to those who desparately see their need for an escape, we have to imbrace the parts of the verse in 1 Cor. 10:13 that at first seem repulsive. The part about "with the temptation" and the part about enduring in it. If we have not experienced the great miracle of God to keep us in the storm, how can we ever be sure that God can keep those with the worst dependencies. I don't think we can be very convincing if we are not certain ourselves first and foremost of the power of God in and through our own impossible situations.
God, in His mercy, is making me strong through the power of utter dependency upon Him. His all encompassing love, His all encompassing approval based on His own shed blood, His all encompassing wisdom for the moment at hand, His all encompassing peace, rest, and security, provide for me a place of escape. I find all of these things in my sanctuary with the Lord. If you want to give it a romantic twist, you might call it our "secret get-away". Here I find myself more than a conquerer in the midst of these common temptations: anger, unforgiveness, division, self-focus, self-pity, and a multitude of other pitfalls.
We cannot escape trouble on this earth. We will all face at one point or another times that are overwhelming and impossible. The best books won't help us, counselling won't help us, friends and family will want to, but won't be able to help us. Our sanctuary will be the only place to fly, and that Someone there waiting for us is a very present help in times of trouble.
"there is a stream that makes glad the city of God, the holy dwelling places of the Most High. God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved. God will help her when morning dawns...Cease striving and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." Psalm 46
1 Cor. 10:13
I used to interpret this verse wrong. I didn't really want to comprehend the words, "with the temptation", nor the words,"so that you will be able to endure it". I liked to dwell on this part ..."who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able". My idea was, at the point when I couldn't stand my trial any longer, God would surely bring me immediate calm waters in the midst of every storm. Though I am aware God is able to do so and sometimes does, He has been teaching me how to take hold of another part of this verse..."will provide a way of escape". I think of the people with addictions. They are looking for a way of escape. We are sure to let them know they have no escape in things like drugs and alcohol. Indeed, we are right to do so. They desparately need to know, however, there is an escape. It is the holy dwelling places of the Most High; this is the Christian's escape. It is our sanctuary, a resting place in a world that makes no sense, and is full of hurt and pain. Here in the sanctuary, we hide ourselves in the loving imbrace of He who made us, died, and rose again for us. He lives for the moments that we draw near to His side, and the one final moment when He will rescue us for good.
If we are going to portray a picture of this sanctuary (which we all need), to those who desparately see their need for an escape, we have to imbrace the parts of the verse in 1 Cor. 10:13 that at first seem repulsive. The part about "with the temptation" and the part about enduring in it. If we have not experienced the great miracle of God to keep us in the storm, how can we ever be sure that God can keep those with the worst dependencies. I don't think we can be very convincing if we are not certain ourselves first and foremost of the power of God in and through our own impossible situations.
God, in His mercy, is making me strong through the power of utter dependency upon Him. His all encompassing love, His all encompassing approval based on His own shed blood, His all encompassing wisdom for the moment at hand, His all encompassing peace, rest, and security, provide for me a place of escape. I find all of these things in my sanctuary with the Lord. If you want to give it a romantic twist, you might call it our "secret get-away". Here I find myself more than a conquerer in the midst of these common temptations: anger, unforgiveness, division, self-focus, self-pity, and a multitude of other pitfalls.
We cannot escape trouble on this earth. We will all face at one point or another times that are overwhelming and impossible. The best books won't help us, counselling won't help us, friends and family will want to, but won't be able to help us. Our sanctuary will be the only place to fly, and that Someone there waiting for us is a very present help in times of trouble.
"there is a stream that makes glad the city of God, the holy dwelling places of the Most High. God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved. God will help her when morning dawns...Cease striving and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." Psalm 46
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Updates and blessings!
I hardly know what to write. We have been through various emotions these past few weeks as the reality sets in that Mark's condition remains pretty much the same; without relief. Many ask how he is and I hate to not be able to give a good report. The last treatment was this past Thursday with a final evaluation on
Friday. Of course the chiropractor didn't want it to be the last, but Mark and I agree that it is too costly to continue going all the way to Tyler, when we have seen no change. Medical bills are piling up, not to mention gas expense, and work-loss time.
In spite of it all I have peace. God's word is my firm foundation. By His stripes we are healed. Mark doesn't need any created source to heal him. God may use these things, whether they be doctors or medicine or special foods, but He is not limited by these things. I will not give in to unbelief. I will stand on what I know to be true. God will bear this burden for us. In truth, He daily bears the burdens we are willing to cast upon Him. So we should pray for God to have mercy on us that we might be able to surrender every care to Him, for He cares for us. I must pray every day for healing for Mark. God is able to hold him up and give him what it takes to do what he has to do for that day. Certainly, it is harder for Mark to take hold of this, since he is the one in pain. God says, however, "two is better than one". God has used Mark's amazing gift of discernment to protect me from many toils and snares. I was able to remind him of that the other day. I also reminded him to lean on me also. I know God has given me an extra measure of hope in the midst of this trial. I won't stop believing God is in complete command of all that concerns us. In no way does this diminish the pain I feel for him, but I refuse to let our emotions rule over the truth. That being God's grace is sufficient for us, and He is made strong in our weakness. This all sounds so bold. It is, if fact, impossible! But I have found that my Savior delights in delivering us in the impossible. I am able, by His precious blood to approach His throne boldly, for the grace needed in the storm!
Thanks to all of you who pray for us. I'm sure your prayers are carrying us right now. Don't stop!
We are so happy to have Connor home. It has cheered our hearts to hear of his adventures in Russia and all God is doing there. It was a different sort of trip than that of last year in India. As he said, one of "breaking ground". A lot of group prayer in stratigic places took place. God does not forget the prayers of the saint and every one counts. May He send workers into the harvest to build upon this foundation of prayer. He is surely moving in those places.
We have plenty of things to praise God for. As if it were not enough to give us His own precious blood and resurrected life, he showers us daily. Cassie's commitment to Ukrain is taking shape. Hopefully she will be on her way sometime between Jan.-Mar. of 2008. God has opened up many wonderful opportunities for our kids for their homeschool this year. I can't tell you what a relief this is. I haven't been able to even think about it. But the Spirit never fails to order it all for me in the most practical ways. It is true that He does not withhold any good thing from those who trust Him. Amen!!
Friday. Of course the chiropractor didn't want it to be the last, but Mark and I agree that it is too costly to continue going all the way to Tyler, when we have seen no change. Medical bills are piling up, not to mention gas expense, and work-loss time.
In spite of it all I have peace. God's word is my firm foundation. By His stripes we are healed. Mark doesn't need any created source to heal him. God may use these things, whether they be doctors or medicine or special foods, but He is not limited by these things. I will not give in to unbelief. I will stand on what I know to be true. God will bear this burden for us. In truth, He daily bears the burdens we are willing to cast upon Him. So we should pray for God to have mercy on us that we might be able to surrender every care to Him, for He cares for us. I must pray every day for healing for Mark. God is able to hold him up and give him what it takes to do what he has to do for that day. Certainly, it is harder for Mark to take hold of this, since he is the one in pain. God says, however, "two is better than one". God has used Mark's amazing gift of discernment to protect me from many toils and snares. I was able to remind him of that the other day. I also reminded him to lean on me also. I know God has given me an extra measure of hope in the midst of this trial. I won't stop believing God is in complete command of all that concerns us. In no way does this diminish the pain I feel for him, but I refuse to let our emotions rule over the truth. That being God's grace is sufficient for us, and He is made strong in our weakness. This all sounds so bold. It is, if fact, impossible! But I have found that my Savior delights in delivering us in the impossible. I am able, by His precious blood to approach His throne boldly, for the grace needed in the storm!
Thanks to all of you who pray for us. I'm sure your prayers are carrying us right now. Don't stop!
We are so happy to have Connor home. It has cheered our hearts to hear of his adventures in Russia and all God is doing there. It was a different sort of trip than that of last year in India. As he said, one of "breaking ground". A lot of group prayer in stratigic places took place. God does not forget the prayers of the saint and every one counts. May He send workers into the harvest to build upon this foundation of prayer. He is surely moving in those places.
We have plenty of things to praise God for. As if it were not enough to give us His own precious blood and resurrected life, he showers us daily. Cassie's commitment to Ukrain is taking shape. Hopefully she will be on her way sometime between Jan.-Mar. of 2008. God has opened up many wonderful opportunities for our kids for their homeschool this year. I can't tell you what a relief this is. I haven't been able to even think about it. But the Spirit never fails to order it all for me in the most practical ways. It is true that He does not withhold any good thing from those who trust Him. Amen!!
Saturday, July 14, 2007
My Sanctuary
This has been a challenging week. One of storms and seas crashing down on me, and yet feeling as though the Lord is, in spite of it all holding me up. I am not referring to any circumstances of my own, but to two precious members of the body of Christ. To anyone, therefore, who is part of the body, one and all are affected. To hear of divorce in the body of Christ shakes us all.
I used to think because God hates it, it should never be the choice of a Christian. I don't think that way anymore. I don't feel a need to explain why. For one thing, I don't think I could explain it if I wanted to at this point. I have a lot of questions that are not answered yet, and for the first time in my life, I am realizing when I have questions, that I have total liberty to wait on God for answers. I, in other words, no longer let Satan push me around and make me feel as though I'm sinning just because I don't have everything figured out.
Aside from my own personal questions, When I hear of divorce in the body of Christ among my very own friends, I think it is appropriate to cry and mourn and weep. I think of the story of the rich young ruler. Jesus, basically said that it is impossible for people such as he to be saved. The disciples threw up their hands and cried out, "Then who can be saved?!". I felt like those disciples this week. If these, my friends fall, then who can be saved? Jesus' reply for the rich man is the same for me, what is impossible for men is possible with God. So, while it is appropriate to mourn, it is also appropiate to let God be the lifter of our heads. "Divorce" is only a word on a paper. God is bigger and mightier. As for the question of who can be saved? Those who are saved are those who are close to the ground and don't have far to fall. They do stumble and fall like a toddler, but they are not hurled headlong because they have made Jesus closer than a brother, and aloud Him to hold their hand (ps. 37:23).
The words of this song by Leland, to me, discribes the kind of relationship these friends of Jesus have . . .
All these places I have been
All these faces I have seen
Too much, too much
All these bricks and all these stones
Have all been cast the've all been thrown
Too hard, too hard
Find me in the background looking down
You'll never see my face
I'm looking down
Chorus:
I need a place a sanctuary a refuge for my ordinary
Finally familiar peaceful home
Untroubled safe from all this madness
Refuge for my hope and sadness
Possible to find myself alone
At home
All these cliffs and all these heights
They've just been too high to climb
Too high, too high
All these waves and all these seas
Have all been crashing down on me
Too much, too much
I've found my home again
I finally find myself in You
I finally find myself in you
I feel safe again
You're the one I'm running to
You're the one I'm running to
Thank you, Jesus, for giving me a place to grieve, and above all for protecting my hope for my friends and for myself. Praise be to God, this earth is not my home, my home and my hope is in Christ!
I used to think because God hates it, it should never be the choice of a Christian. I don't think that way anymore. I don't feel a need to explain why. For one thing, I don't think I could explain it if I wanted to at this point. I have a lot of questions that are not answered yet, and for the first time in my life, I am realizing when I have questions, that I have total liberty to wait on God for answers. I, in other words, no longer let Satan push me around and make me feel as though I'm sinning just because I don't have everything figured out.
Aside from my own personal questions, When I hear of divorce in the body of Christ among my very own friends, I think it is appropriate to cry and mourn and weep. I think of the story of the rich young ruler. Jesus, basically said that it is impossible for people such as he to be saved. The disciples threw up their hands and cried out, "Then who can be saved?!". I felt like those disciples this week. If these, my friends fall, then who can be saved? Jesus' reply for the rich man is the same for me, what is impossible for men is possible with God. So, while it is appropriate to mourn, it is also appropiate to let God be the lifter of our heads. "Divorce" is only a word on a paper. God is bigger and mightier. As for the question of who can be saved? Those who are saved are those who are close to the ground and don't have far to fall. They do stumble and fall like a toddler, but they are not hurled headlong because they have made Jesus closer than a brother, and aloud Him to hold their hand (ps. 37:23).
The words of this song by Leland, to me, discribes the kind of relationship these friends of Jesus have . . .
All these places I have been
All these faces I have seen
Too much, too much
All these bricks and all these stones
Have all been cast the've all been thrown
Too hard, too hard
Find me in the background looking down
You'll never see my face
I'm looking down
Chorus:
I need a place a sanctuary a refuge for my ordinary
Finally familiar peaceful home
Untroubled safe from all this madness
Refuge for my hope and sadness
Possible to find myself alone
At home
All these cliffs and all these heights
They've just been too high to climb
Too high, too high
All these waves and all these seas
Have all been crashing down on me
Too much, too much
I've found my home again
I finally find myself in You
I finally find myself in you
I feel safe again
You're the one I'm running to
You're the one I'm running to
Thank you, Jesus, for giving me a place to grieve, and above all for protecting my hope for my friends and for myself. Praise be to God, this earth is not my home, my home and my hope is in Christ!
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Rejoicing in the Mundane
Cass and I have spent a few afternoons putting up tomatoes in this past week. Being busy in the kitchen we both admit causes a bond between us that is special. I like decoring, and she likes pealing the tomatoes after they have gone through the blanching process. She likes squishing her fingers through the tomatoes as she transfers them to the blender. I guess it's kind of like the experience you get when you squish your toes in the mud. Whatever!
Speaking of mud. That is something we are not running short of around here. Portions of our driveway are down at the other end of our field. Kind of makes us glad our house sits up on piers.
Mattie is having a group of girls over today for a kind of girl's club. Cass is leading them with an encouragement time in the Word. I'm going to do some homemaking things with them. We plan to do this for the month of July on Tuesdays. It ought to be interesting teaching five 11 year olds how to bake bread and some basic skills on a sewing machine. I'll let you know if I've bitten off more than I can chew.
Ethan is coming out with some funny things these days. While in the car the other day, I heard him singing to himself. "I love you Jesus. I'm sorry you had to die. It wasn't my fault". Eventually, we have some explaining to do, but at least he's on the right track.
I have to tell you about the angel I met last week at the nursing home. She is a black woman, not very old, all curled up in a specially made chair. She is totally helpless to do anything for herself. I don't think she can even say words, but only makes noises. I have passed by her many times on my visits to Mamie. This time the Spirit told me to acknowledge her. I reached down and took her hand. I got the most beautiful smile in return. She took my hand with a firm grasp and began kissing and kissing it. She has a beautiful countenance, and seems to be waiting there to see who she can share it with. I went away wondering who was ministered to.
Things like tomatoes, girl's clubs, the comments of a four year old, and angels unawares. How often I let the devil feed me the lie that my life is nothing extraordinary!
Speaking of mud. That is something we are not running short of around here. Portions of our driveway are down at the other end of our field. Kind of makes us glad our house sits up on piers.
Mattie is having a group of girls over today for a kind of girl's club. Cass is leading them with an encouragement time in the Word. I'm going to do some homemaking things with them. We plan to do this for the month of July on Tuesdays. It ought to be interesting teaching five 11 year olds how to bake bread and some basic skills on a sewing machine. I'll let you know if I've bitten off more than I can chew.
Ethan is coming out with some funny things these days. While in the car the other day, I heard him singing to himself. "I love you Jesus. I'm sorry you had to die. It wasn't my fault". Eventually, we have some explaining to do, but at least he's on the right track.
I have to tell you about the angel I met last week at the nursing home. She is a black woman, not very old, all curled up in a specially made chair. She is totally helpless to do anything for herself. I don't think she can even say words, but only makes noises. I have passed by her many times on my visits to Mamie. This time the Spirit told me to acknowledge her. I reached down and took her hand. I got the most beautiful smile in return. She took my hand with a firm grasp and began kissing and kissing it. She has a beautiful countenance, and seems to be waiting there to see who she can share it with. I went away wondering who was ministered to.
Things like tomatoes, girl's clubs, the comments of a four year old, and angels unawares. How often I let the devil feed me the lie that my life is nothing extraordinary!
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