“You don’t know what may happen from one day to the next,” our pastor stressed, after a service where he had preached on the soon coming of the Lord and the perilous times we live in. The very next day we heard of the credible threat of terrorist activity in our country. Not to mention the record-breaking floods, the wildfires, and the recent earthquakes. Still, life goes on, and the church was looking forward to a “Back to School Bash” for the youth--a cook-out and games by a scenic lake.
The adults were urged to come as support for the youth, and I had promised to make cookies. My husband would be getting off work right at the scheduled time for the party to begin, so I knew we would be a little late. Driving toward the lakeside park, we commented on the huge, black clouds and threatening skies in that direction. After a week of perfect temperatures and blue skies, I hoped a thunderstorm wouldn’t ruin the festivities, as much as we needed the rain.
We didn’t take the printed directions with us, as the oral directions had been simplified to taking a certain road and turning left at the first road. The first road I saw seemed to be a driveway, but I couldn’t be certain. Then we dutifully made a left at the first real road. Soon we were back in town, so that was wrong. Retracing our route, I noticed the “driveway” looked as if it led into a resort area. Nope, we ended in someone’s very nice country estate. Several miles down a windy, bumpy, country road later, we asked directions, got back on the main road, and shortly a picturesque scene met our eyes.
Fingers of a lovely lake spread beside a green area with picnic tables and majestic old trees where families were gathered eating and visiting, some still filling their plates at the grill. I placed my basket of cookies with the others. I was glad we weren’t too late, although drops of rain had started to fall. Since everyone else was ignoring the droplets, we did, too, and they soon stopped. “Look at the rainbow!” someone exclaimed, at the sight of a multicolored arc against the grey clouds.
I was surprised to see one of the couples abruptly head to their car, but the games started as people were finishing their food while we visited in lawn chairs with others. Why are some people walking away talking on cell phones? I wondered. Then there was an announcement that a church member hadn’t been heard from in a couple of days, and there was no response when folks went to check on the elderly lady. Another call came that the family was forcing open the door. Then the pastors were summoned to the home immediately. After they left, another call was received by the woman’s niece, and when she crumpled in tears and disbelief, we knew the worst. A pall hung over the celebration as many began gathering their things to leave.
We couldn’t believe that this smiling, friendly lady who gave warm hugs and was always laughing and that we had seen only last week was gone. She had been a widow for ten years, though, and we had to be glad she was in heaven and reunited with her husband.
Today as I turned on the faucet in the bathroom to get ready to go shopping, nothing came from the spout. Nor was there water at the sink or in the kitchen. “Howard, the water is off!” I yelled to my husband. I finally got through to an emergency line, and was told the water was off all over town. “How long will it be?” I asked, to which I was told, “It may be 10 minutes, or all day. They don’t know what is wrong.”
Well, thankfully, it was off only about four hours, just enough time for us to buy several jugs of water. It is true what the pastor said, “You never know what will happen tomorrow.” At times like this, I remember the rainbow that stood out so brightly over the black cloud. “Hope thou in God,” David tells us in Psalm 42:5. Praise God for that ultimate Hope that will see us through all the times of trouble and uncertainty we may have.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Time Well Spent
The young, helpful attendant bent to pull the patient’s hands from their folded position, bringing them together in a clapping motion. The elderly woman began following the younger woman’s motions as she was encouraged to clap along during the spirited song.
We were at the nursing home this morning where I was assisting my husband in a small, informal service. Half a dozen elderly were assembled in their wheel chairs or sitting on the seat of their walkers, most with hard-to-read expressions, but some mouthing the words of the songs, or at least smiling tentatively.
The now-clapping patient had participated more than the others, singing along intermittently with her high, tremulous voice. I could tell she knew at least parts of most of the songs. “You are singing great!” Howard encouraged them, although mostly referring to her.
“She can yodel, too!” the aide offered brightly, to which the patient emitted two or three little musical orbs through lips pursed in an “O”. “Do some more!” the aide urged her. Suddenly she was a songbird, chin thrust high as the warbling notes of the yodel gurgled out like bubbles from a pie bird.
When one man was wheeled in, we were instructed, “He can’t talk, but he understands everything.” Even though he was twisted in his chair, obviously a stroke victim, he kept his eyes fastened on Howard as we sang. I think I remember him from former services when he participated in singing all the songs, paying careful attention to the words of the hymns printed in the loose-leaf binder.
Half an hour went fast, with my husband interspersing songs with scripture and spiritual applications, and soon our time was up. As we clasped each hand on the way out, I heard one lady say something to my husband. Later, he told me she had said, “My husband had a shirt just like that,” nodding toward the long-sleeve blue dress shirt he wore. A poignant and revealing reminder that these precious elderly have lived meaningful lives filled with people dear to them who now exist mostly in memory. It is joy to be part of their present.
We were at the nursing home this morning where I was assisting my husband in a small, informal service. Half a dozen elderly were assembled in their wheel chairs or sitting on the seat of their walkers, most with hard-to-read expressions, but some mouthing the words of the songs, or at least smiling tentatively.
The now-clapping patient had participated more than the others, singing along intermittently with her high, tremulous voice. I could tell she knew at least parts of most of the songs. “You are singing great!” Howard encouraged them, although mostly referring to her.
“She can yodel, too!” the aide offered brightly, to which the patient emitted two or three little musical orbs through lips pursed in an “O”. “Do some more!” the aide urged her. Suddenly she was a songbird, chin thrust high as the warbling notes of the yodel gurgled out like bubbles from a pie bird.
When one man was wheeled in, we were instructed, “He can’t talk, but he understands everything.” Even though he was twisted in his chair, obviously a stroke victim, he kept his eyes fastened on Howard as we sang. I think I remember him from former services when he participated in singing all the songs, paying careful attention to the words of the hymns printed in the loose-leaf binder.
Half an hour went fast, with my husband interspersing songs with scripture and spiritual applications, and soon our time was up. As we clasped each hand on the way out, I heard one lady say something to my husband. Later, he told me she had said, “My husband had a shirt just like that,” nodding toward the long-sleeve blue dress shirt he wore. A poignant and revealing reminder that these precious elderly have lived meaningful lives filled with people dear to them who now exist mostly in memory. It is joy to be part of their present.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Prayer Changes Things
“The effectual, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much,” the Bible says. Last week at Wednesday night church was a time of fervent prayer. It started out ordinarily enough, with prayer requests taken and prayed for by the congregation, then any who wanted to be prayed for individually for an extra-special need was invited to come down in front of the altar. One man stood up and said, “I don’t know why you came to church, but I came here to be healed tonight!” He said he had been having severe pain in his back that was making standing and walking unbearable.
Many from the congregation gathered around, laying hands on him with earnest entreaties and supplications to God in his behalf. He responded in joyous acclamations of faith and the receiving of his healing. There was not a dry eye in the group raising hands and shedding ardent tears of thanksgiving and praise. When he resumed his seat, he said he got what he came for; the pain was gone!
While the Spirit was moving, a woman presented a desperate request for her son to find a job. He had been seeking work for a long time, and his mother felt keenly his urgency and need. Prayers went up again.
The next time we met, reports started coming in. A woman who was in the prayer circle at the previous service announced that intractable back pain she had been dealing with disappeared that Wednesday night and hadn’t come back. The man who had been healed testified that his pain had not returned. Then the mother jumped to her feet and said her son had gotten a job! Another man who had been looking for work announced that he had gotten a job, also! A grandmother who had asked prayer that night for her grandson’s salvation was jubilant that his mother had called her, told her the boy went forward at his church and was saved a few days later!
Tonight my husband was asked to lead the testimony service, and he started out by giving a testimony of his own. It seems a very inebriated or drug-influenced customer came into the place of business where Howard works the other day. Howard’s heart went out to the young man, who was being assisted by another person as he tried to make a purchase. The otherwise nice-looking young man was disheveled, dirty and incoherent, but in his confused state of mind he realized his condition, saying he needed to rest and get to his grandpa’s house to get cleaned up. Howard said, “I want to pray for you.” He got the man to repeat the sinner’s prayer and gave him $5.00, not knowing for sure what the outcome would be.
A few days later, the customer came back. This time he was clean, polite and grateful. “You’ll never know what you did for me,” he told my husband. “You got me back on the right track. Nobody’s ever done that for me before.” Another instance of the effectual, fervent prayer of a righteous man.
Many from the congregation gathered around, laying hands on him with earnest entreaties and supplications to God in his behalf. He responded in joyous acclamations of faith and the receiving of his healing. There was not a dry eye in the group raising hands and shedding ardent tears of thanksgiving and praise. When he resumed his seat, he said he got what he came for; the pain was gone!
While the Spirit was moving, a woman presented a desperate request for her son to find a job. He had been seeking work for a long time, and his mother felt keenly his urgency and need. Prayers went up again.
The next time we met, reports started coming in. A woman who was in the prayer circle at the previous service announced that intractable back pain she had been dealing with disappeared that Wednesday night and hadn’t come back. The man who had been healed testified that his pain had not returned. Then the mother jumped to her feet and said her son had gotten a job! Another man who had been looking for work announced that he had gotten a job, also! A grandmother who had asked prayer that night for her grandson’s salvation was jubilant that his mother had called her, told her the boy went forward at his church and was saved a few days later!
Tonight my husband was asked to lead the testimony service, and he started out by giving a testimony of his own. It seems a very inebriated or drug-influenced customer came into the place of business where Howard works the other day. Howard’s heart went out to the young man, who was being assisted by another person as he tried to make a purchase. The otherwise nice-looking young man was disheveled, dirty and incoherent, but in his confused state of mind he realized his condition, saying he needed to rest and get to his grandpa’s house to get cleaned up. Howard said, “I want to pray for you.” He got the man to repeat the sinner’s prayer and gave him $5.00, not knowing for sure what the outcome would be.
A few days later, the customer came back. This time he was clean, polite and grateful. “You’ll never know what you did for me,” he told my husband. “You got me back on the right track. Nobody’s ever done that for me before.” Another instance of the effectual, fervent prayer of a righteous man.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Beauty for Ashes
“I had an interesting talk with a customer at work yesterday,” my husband shared with me at breakfast this morning. “She said she had worked at a sewing factory in Blackwell for over 30 years, making cloth dolls.” He went on to say the woman shared that she had been a faithful employee, rarely if ever missing work in all those years. “ ‘I was a hard worker, and a good worker,’ ’’ Howard repeated her words.
“Once I hurt my leg, but it didn’t interfere with my work. Then suddenly I was let go,” she had said, shaking her head. “They replaced me with somebody else,” she finished bewilderingly.
“Probably somebody younger,” I surmised, knowing how heartless the working world can be. But he said the new employee had been only one year younger.
Life can seem so meaningless sometimes. Just this morning, today’s daily Bible reading selection, which began in the book of Ecclesiastes, started with Solomon saying the same thing. He had tried everything and found it meaningless. He was jaded on life and seemed to conclude chapter 3, verse 22, on a fatalistic note that this life is all there is.
In the read-through-in-a-year Bible I am using, the next portion of scripture was from Paul in II Corinthians 6:1-2. He had a much more optimistic view of life and eternity, holding out the promise of God’s grace to us. The scripture there says, “We then, as workers together with him, beseech you also that ye receive not the grace of God in vain. (2) For He saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation I have succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” It is a time accepted, or a time of God’s favor.
That is the way we must look at life. Disappointments and injustices will always come, but they are nothing in the light of God’s salvation. Paul concludes verse 10 with words that refer to himself and God’s servants “as having nothing, yet possessing all things.”
The next scripture passage is Psalm 46:1-11. It is filled with reassurances that God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble, and that though the earth be removed and the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea, there is a river, whose streams make glad the city of God; He is in the midst of it. The Lord of Hosts is with us and the God of Jacob is our refuge. We are told to “Be still, and know that I am God,” verse 10. That is the key to dealing with our frustrations and questions, no matter how we are treated by the world.
“Once I hurt my leg, but it didn’t interfere with my work. Then suddenly I was let go,” she had said, shaking her head. “They replaced me with somebody else,” she finished bewilderingly.
“Probably somebody younger,” I surmised, knowing how heartless the working world can be. But he said the new employee had been only one year younger.
Life can seem so meaningless sometimes. Just this morning, today’s daily Bible reading selection, which began in the book of Ecclesiastes, started with Solomon saying the same thing. He had tried everything and found it meaningless. He was jaded on life and seemed to conclude chapter 3, verse 22, on a fatalistic note that this life is all there is.
In the read-through-in-a-year Bible I am using, the next portion of scripture was from Paul in II Corinthians 6:1-2. He had a much more optimistic view of life and eternity, holding out the promise of God’s grace to us. The scripture there says, “We then, as workers together with him, beseech you also that ye receive not the grace of God in vain. (2) For He saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation I have succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” It is a time accepted, or a time of God’s favor.
That is the way we must look at life. Disappointments and injustices will always come, but they are nothing in the light of God’s salvation. Paul concludes verse 10 with words that refer to himself and God’s servants “as having nothing, yet possessing all things.”
The next scripture passage is Psalm 46:1-11. It is filled with reassurances that God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble, and that though the earth be removed and the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea, there is a river, whose streams make glad the city of God; He is in the midst of it. The Lord of Hosts is with us and the God of Jacob is our refuge. We are told to “Be still, and know that I am God,” verse 10. That is the key to dealing with our frustrations and questions, no matter how we are treated by the world.
What's Cookin'?
I was in the mood to bake a cake. We hadn’t bought cookies this week, and that cake mix sitting in the cupboard was tempting me. Howard had been after me to cook red beans and rice, and to keep from heating the house, I made them that morning to have for lunch. They tasted incredible, and I knew we would still be too stuffed for much supper when he got home, so if we had something light, maybe I could make the cake.
Just the two of us, though. Maybe I should use half the mix for a smaller cake. I had finally bought an 8x8” pan the other day. Dividing it in half was iffy, though; I usually ended up with one over-full cake and one skimpy one. I could invite my kids over, but supper wouldn’t be that special. Decisions, decisions. The cake turned out amazing, and on impulse I placed ripe strawberries around the edge of the luscious chocolate frosting. Howard was impressed, but we only ate a couple of pieces at the end of the giant cake.
Late that evening, the phone rang and it was our son, Greg, inviting us to eat the next night. “I was supposed to call you earlier, Mom, but I forgot. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
I told him no, we were just getting ready for bed, and said, “Can I bring a cake I made? It was too much for us.” He said, sure, if there was any left. I assured him there was plenty.
“It’s Adam’s night to cook,” he said as an afterthought. Then he said it would be something I couldn’t quite make out, but it sounded Mexican. I love Mexican food, but sometimes it doesn’t like me. Well, it would be worth it to see them, anyway. I was looking forward to conversation and catching up on family news.
Their family has been cooking by an easy meal plan that has pre-printed healthy recipes and shopping lists for the varied meals. They have been enjoying it, and by taking turns, it is giving the kids experience in cooking. The clear instructions make it foolproof, and the varied menus keep it interesting.
Supper was delicious with my 17-year-old grandson serving up a huge pan of cheesy chicken enchiladas and salad. The festive-looking cake with chocolate-tipped strawberries was the perfect ending. My daughter-in-law’s mom popped in just in time to enjoy the food, too, so with seven for dinner, most of the cake was eaten. I brought home the last two pieces to have tomorrow. It wasn’t too much, after all! And I even brought home a menu sheet to consider. Who knows what I’ll be cooking up next?
Just the two of us, though. Maybe I should use half the mix for a smaller cake. I had finally bought an 8x8” pan the other day. Dividing it in half was iffy, though; I usually ended up with one over-full cake and one skimpy one. I could invite my kids over, but supper wouldn’t be that special. Decisions, decisions. The cake turned out amazing, and on impulse I placed ripe strawberries around the edge of the luscious chocolate frosting. Howard was impressed, but we only ate a couple of pieces at the end of the giant cake.
Late that evening, the phone rang and it was our son, Greg, inviting us to eat the next night. “I was supposed to call you earlier, Mom, but I forgot. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
I told him no, we were just getting ready for bed, and said, “Can I bring a cake I made? It was too much for us.” He said, sure, if there was any left. I assured him there was plenty.
“It’s Adam’s night to cook,” he said as an afterthought. Then he said it would be something I couldn’t quite make out, but it sounded Mexican. I love Mexican food, but sometimes it doesn’t like me. Well, it would be worth it to see them, anyway. I was looking forward to conversation and catching up on family news.
Their family has been cooking by an easy meal plan that has pre-printed healthy recipes and shopping lists for the varied meals. They have been enjoying it, and by taking turns, it is giving the kids experience in cooking. The clear instructions make it foolproof, and the varied menus keep it interesting.
Supper was delicious with my 17-year-old grandson serving up a huge pan of cheesy chicken enchiladas and salad. The festive-looking cake with chocolate-tipped strawberries was the perfect ending. My daughter-in-law’s mom popped in just in time to enjoy the food, too, so with seven for dinner, most of the cake was eaten. I brought home the last two pieces to have tomorrow. It wasn’t too much, after all! And I even brought home a menu sheet to consider. Who knows what I’ll be cooking up next?
Friday, September 2, 2011
Everything Old is New Again!
The Bible says in I Samuel 30:6 that David encouraged himself in the Lord. It was at a time when David had returned prematurely from battle and found the city burned and wives and children taken into captivity. His men were ready to stone him in their grief and anger. But after consulting the Lord, he was able to take his men to victory and recover everyone safely, including his own two wives. Again in Psalm 42, he encouraged himself after being cast down in his soul. Verse 11 ends with, “Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.”
My situation was not that serious, I only had a case of writer’s block. I decided to read some of my old blogs that I didn’t put in my last book, and I found myself rejoicing in the things I had related that God had done! I realized I was encouraging myself in the Lord! Tears came more than once when I was reminded of His mercies. I read my daughter’s account of how He had saved our grandson from serious injury in a 4-wheeler accident, and how he had prompted other mothers to pray, saving their children from certain harm or death. Other accounts of miraculous happenings that I had forgotten about blessed me anew.
Some of the trivial or funny things were encouraging too, in retrospect. I had lost an important accent button on a dress, and I was never able to find it at the time. Then just a few weeks ago, when I was looking in a round, decorative box for something, there it was! Just in time for me to sew it on before the cool weather we’re expecting.
I had remarked last year about getting to meet the two little girls from China that friends of our son had adopted. Now they are in China completing the adoption process for two little boys to add to their family, making eight including their four biological kids. My daughter-in-law showed me a picture of one toddler that they will be bringing home soon. “Oh, he looks so healthy to have been in an orphanage,” I exclaimed on seeing the handsome little boy in the photograph, to which Tammy replied, “They always take extra good care of special needs children.”
“Oh, you mean he is special needs?” I asked, surprised. She said all of the children they have adopted have mild disabilities. When she said it is easier to adopt a child in that category, I wondered if that were a factor in their decision, or if they felt a ministry to special needs kids. I think she said, both. Their beautiful adoptive children I have met certainly seem happy and well adjusted, so it must be their calling.
Other testimonies, family memories, and ups and downs of everyday living had me smiling and grateful I had written it all down. I can’t wait to put them in my next book!
My situation was not that serious, I only had a case of writer’s block. I decided to read some of my old blogs that I didn’t put in my last book, and I found myself rejoicing in the things I had related that God had done! I realized I was encouraging myself in the Lord! Tears came more than once when I was reminded of His mercies. I read my daughter’s account of how He had saved our grandson from serious injury in a 4-wheeler accident, and how he had prompted other mothers to pray, saving their children from certain harm or death. Other accounts of miraculous happenings that I had forgotten about blessed me anew.
Some of the trivial or funny things were encouraging too, in retrospect. I had lost an important accent button on a dress, and I was never able to find it at the time. Then just a few weeks ago, when I was looking in a round, decorative box for something, there it was! Just in time for me to sew it on before the cool weather we’re expecting.
I had remarked last year about getting to meet the two little girls from China that friends of our son had adopted. Now they are in China completing the adoption process for two little boys to add to their family, making eight including their four biological kids. My daughter-in-law showed me a picture of one toddler that they will be bringing home soon. “Oh, he looks so healthy to have been in an orphanage,” I exclaimed on seeing the handsome little boy in the photograph, to which Tammy replied, “They always take extra good care of special needs children.”
“Oh, you mean he is special needs?” I asked, surprised. She said all of the children they have adopted have mild disabilities. When she said it is easier to adopt a child in that category, I wondered if that were a factor in their decision, or if they felt a ministry to special needs kids. I think she said, both. Their beautiful adoptive children I have met certainly seem happy and well adjusted, so it must be their calling.
Other testimonies, family memories, and ups and downs of everyday living had me smiling and grateful I had written it all down. I can’t wait to put them in my next book!
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Assignment
“Will you pick me up for church?” was the faint, mumbled request on the phone I recognized as the 12-year-old girl who usually rides with us. “I have to get right with the Lord,” she confessed breathlessly before she hung up. This puzzled me a little, but we were to have communion service last night, so maybe something was weighing heavily upon this at-once-mature-and-childish “tween”.
We saw the little brother banging the screen door in his dash out to play, chatted with him and asked him to tell his sister her ride was here. He ran in to tell her, but long minutes passed and we were running late. Then her sister hurried out to say “She’s in the shower. Mom will bring her.”
I felt a nudge on my shoulder in church and looked around to see a damp young lady, looking a little tremulous. “What’s wrong?” I asked. She said she’d tell me after church and came and sat with me. Soon she was shivering from her wet hair and the cold air conditioning. “Ask the pastor’s wife if you can go to the nursery and get a blanket,” I suggested, since no one had a wrap that I could see except a frail elderly lady in front of us who looked like she might need the shawl she’d brought.
My little friend spent the rest of the service huddled beneath a crib sheet while I worried she would catch cold. She asked for mints from my purse, saying she was hungry; I offered her a sample pack of Milk Duds, then when that was gone, she mouthed, “More mints”.
I asked her if she “got right with the Lord” after we had prayed prior to communion. She nodded, a little tearfully, though. In the car, she began to pour out her heart. “I didn’t do my kitchen, because I couldn’t find the broom,” she explained, saying they had a chore list. “Then you were in the driveway, and I wasn’t ready. When I came out, you were gone, so I called Shirley (her other ride).”
“Did your mom say you could go?” I asked, to which she replied, “No, all she said was ‘Get out of my face!’” Telling her she must obey her mother, I said I hoped her mom would understand this time.
My heart goes out to “Brittany”. She obviously is tender toward the Lord and finds comfort and security in church. She is the only one of the children who faithfully attends every service. I well remember the spiritual longing I felt at that age, a time when young hearts are sensitive and a time of uncertainty and immaturity. This is the age when conflicting emotions and temptations vie for her attention. Lord, put a hedge around this one who has so much potential for you. Help me lend a guiding hand and a word of wisdom for her journey.
We saw the little brother banging the screen door in his dash out to play, chatted with him and asked him to tell his sister her ride was here. He ran in to tell her, but long minutes passed and we were running late. Then her sister hurried out to say “She’s in the shower. Mom will bring her.”
I felt a nudge on my shoulder in church and looked around to see a damp young lady, looking a little tremulous. “What’s wrong?” I asked. She said she’d tell me after church and came and sat with me. Soon she was shivering from her wet hair and the cold air conditioning. “Ask the pastor’s wife if you can go to the nursery and get a blanket,” I suggested, since no one had a wrap that I could see except a frail elderly lady in front of us who looked like she might need the shawl she’d brought.
My little friend spent the rest of the service huddled beneath a crib sheet while I worried she would catch cold. She asked for mints from my purse, saying she was hungry; I offered her a sample pack of Milk Duds, then when that was gone, she mouthed, “More mints”.
I asked her if she “got right with the Lord” after we had prayed prior to communion. She nodded, a little tearfully, though. In the car, she began to pour out her heart. “I didn’t do my kitchen, because I couldn’t find the broom,” she explained, saying they had a chore list. “Then you were in the driveway, and I wasn’t ready. When I came out, you were gone, so I called Shirley (her other ride).”
“Did your mom say you could go?” I asked, to which she replied, “No, all she said was ‘Get out of my face!’” Telling her she must obey her mother, I said I hoped her mom would understand this time.
My heart goes out to “Brittany”. She obviously is tender toward the Lord and finds comfort and security in church. She is the only one of the children who faithfully attends every service. I well remember the spiritual longing I felt at that age, a time when young hearts are sensitive and a time of uncertainty and immaturity. This is the age when conflicting emotions and temptations vie for her attention. Lord, put a hedge around this one who has so much potential for you. Help me lend a guiding hand and a word of wisdom for her journey.
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