One of the points in our Women's Bible Study last night was, The fully awake respond. It was part of a lesson by Lisa Bevere, Awaken the Lioness in You, a call to Christian women to become actively engaged in reaching the lost.
Our facilitator related that on her trip to Canada from which she had just returned, she met someone in distress and surprised herself by giving exactly the right words that ministered to the person. Our leader said she was glad that she was awake to what God wanted her to say.
One woman shared that, although she had been a sympathetic ear to a friend going through long-standing problems, sometimes she knew she wasn't really listening or empathizing, and the friend did not seem to be coming out of her difficulties. Then one day at a meeting something was said that caught her attention, awakening her and galvanizing her to action. She spoke words to her friend who suddenly seemed herself to awaken and comprehend, tears streaming down her face in the realization of God's love. It was a turning point for her.
Yesterday my husband and I were in a store and when checking out at the counter, the clerk asked us if we wanted to donate school supplies for children of military personnel. My husband is usually the conversationalist with checkers, and I normally look on in amusement. He mentioned that since we had already paid, we would do that next time we were in.
"Our church is having a Back-to-School Bash this Sunday with backpacks and school supplies to be given away," I heard myself saying.
The cashier looked up with interest. "Really?" she exclaimed in surprise. "Where is the church?" We told her, and she immediately grabbed paper and pen and wrote down the directions. "That is so wonderful! I have kids and I need all the help I can get!" As I noticed her more closely, I was aware of the lines crossing her care-worn face and realized she was probably working at this low-paying job to make ends meet.
I had only made the remark casually, having no idea of her response. Whether the Lord put the words in my mouth or heart, I'm not sure, but I was awakened to say something! Apparently, she had never heard of our church, so maybe this will be a connection for her to know that there are people out there who care. It may be an opportunity for the church to awaken her to the love of Jesus, showing that we are awake and respond!
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Impulse Buy
I was in love! Browsing the antique store, I spotted a dresser. An old-fashioned one with a padded bench in front of the lovely mirror. Just what I had been wanting! I could imagine the piece re-done in the new/old style with chalk/milk paint! Wait! What's this? A bed! A charming headboard with curlicues carved into it, gingerbread style! Then I spotted the matching chest of drawers and a night stand! All in great condition. The associate said they were from the 40s!
Where was my husband? I finally located him at the back of the store poring over old musical instruments. "Look! Isn't this amazing?" I asked when I pointed out the bedroom set. To his question of "How much?" I showed him the ticket with the original price slashed to half off! He walked away disinterestedly. Well, I knew even at half off, it would be a stretch, so I didn't press the issue.
But I couldn't stop thinking about it! The bedroom of my dreams! Then when I got home and realized how much furniture I would have to move and rearrange to make room for it, I was a little uncertain. I've always subscribed to the theory, "If you love it, you'll find a place for it!" Still, I kept calculating in my head how we could afford it. Finally, before I went to sleep, I prayed a prayer that God would make a way to get the set, or that He would give me a sign it wasn't for me.
Yesterday, I accompanied my husband to town so he could get a watch-band adjusted. When he came out of the jewelry store, I realized that the antique store was just down the block. "Let's go in and look at that bedroom furniture," I ventured. "I want to take pictures of it." My idea was to show them to my daughter to get her opinion.
We walked in, and I had my iPhone at the ready. "Was it in this section?" I asked Howard. Then I stepped down to the display where it was. This is funny, I thought. Everything had changed. In the headboard's place was a scrolled, metal headboard. And there was no dresser, or anything else! Just an odd assortment of antiques. The same bright quilt covered the present bed, but my heart sank at the thought that it was gone.
"Did that white bedroom set sell?" I asked a clerk, to which she answered, "Yes, it sold! It's been moved to the back." I walked out of the store numbly. My dream was up in smoke. But I felt a nudge of conscience when I thought about my prayer. God had answered it! I didn't expect it to be this way, but in my spirit I felt the confirmation that that was indeed the answer.
Perhaps God has something better for me in mind, or perhaps he sees something in the future precluding the purchase. Whatever it is, I know I have a prayer-answering God! Sometimes his answer is Yes, sometimes it is No, and sometimes it is Wait. I will wait and see.
Where was my husband? I finally located him at the back of the store poring over old musical instruments. "Look! Isn't this amazing?" I asked when I pointed out the bedroom set. To his question of "How much?" I showed him the ticket with the original price slashed to half off! He walked away disinterestedly. Well, I knew even at half off, it would be a stretch, so I didn't press the issue.
But I couldn't stop thinking about it! The bedroom of my dreams! Then when I got home and realized how much furniture I would have to move and rearrange to make room for it, I was a little uncertain. I've always subscribed to the theory, "If you love it, you'll find a place for it!" Still, I kept calculating in my head how we could afford it. Finally, before I went to sleep, I prayed a prayer that God would make a way to get the set, or that He would give me a sign it wasn't for me.
Yesterday, I accompanied my husband to town so he could get a watch-band adjusted. When he came out of the jewelry store, I realized that the antique store was just down the block. "Let's go in and look at that bedroom furniture," I ventured. "I want to take pictures of it." My idea was to show them to my daughter to get her opinion.
We walked in, and I had my iPhone at the ready. "Was it in this section?" I asked Howard. Then I stepped down to the display where it was. This is funny, I thought. Everything had changed. In the headboard's place was a scrolled, metal headboard. And there was no dresser, or anything else! Just an odd assortment of antiques. The same bright quilt covered the present bed, but my heart sank at the thought that it was gone.
"Did that white bedroom set sell?" I asked a clerk, to which she answered, "Yes, it sold! It's been moved to the back." I walked out of the store numbly. My dream was up in smoke. But I felt a nudge of conscience when I thought about my prayer. God had answered it! I didn't expect it to be this way, but in my spirit I felt the confirmation that that was indeed the answer.
Perhaps God has something better for me in mind, or perhaps he sees something in the future precluding the purchase. Whatever it is, I know I have a prayer-answering God! Sometimes his answer is Yes, sometimes it is No, and sometimes it is Wait. I will wait and see.
Monday, August 3, 2015
The Get-Away
It seems everyone is having wonderful vacations this year! Our son Trevor's family has just returned from a cruise. Much more than a stay aboard ship with marvelous food and entertainment, their vacation included adventures such as zip-lining over a Honduran jungle, cave-tubing in Belize and splashing in the refreshing waters of Little French Key.
Son Mark and grandson Grant enjoyed the hospitality of a friend's invitation to New York, a first-time visit for both. They shared Facebook pictures from a boat with the two of them posed on either side of the Statue of Liberty in the background. I loved the shots of them biking in Central Park. They even saw a Broadway play, not to mention the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Times Square and Grand Central Station.
Grandson Reid went along with friends to Disney World, saying it was the best trip there he had ever had. I can't keep up with his sisters' activities, as it seems they are constantly rafting, tubing, floating, concert-ing or going to a beach somewhere. (All this worked in despite summer life-guard jobs and hanging with friends.)
We kept busy and on the roads, too, celebrating the graduation of one grandson and the wedding of another. These gala events contrasted sharply with the sorrowful good-byes to my brother and our eldest grandson at their services this summer. Even those occasions were not devoid of sweetness, though, at the pleasure of being with loved ones who live far away.
Vacations are important, and can be a time of refreshing and of gaining new perspectives. Jesus recognized the need for rest and getting away from people when he advised his disciples as recorded in Mark's gospel. "And he said to them, 'Come aside by yourselves to a deserted place and rest awhile.' For there were many coming and going, and they did not even have time to eat. So they departed to a desert place..." Mark 6:31-32.
This was shortly after John the Baptist had been beheaded. No doubts their hearts were sorrowful at this great loss. People need time and space to grieve when someone dies. My daughter and her husband felt the need to get away after their son's death. They took solace in the beautiful Tennessee mountains near the ancestral home of Julie's grandmother, my mom.
Life goes on after vacations and times of rest, and/or sorrow. In our family, life is rushing in, swirling with happy events. Julie's preemie baby grandson, our great-grandson, has gained over two pounds and has been released from the hospital. Our now-oldest grandson and his fiance' have announced their engagement to be married next year.
There is a beautiful passage in Song of Solomon, reminiscent of our call to our heavenly home. "Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land....Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!" Song 2:10-12, 13.
Verse 9 says he is looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice! It can't be long before see Him and our loved ones in heaven, the sights making any earthly vacation pale in comparison!
"But as it is written, 'Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.'"
Son Mark and grandson Grant enjoyed the hospitality of a friend's invitation to New York, a first-time visit for both. They shared Facebook pictures from a boat with the two of them posed on either side of the Statue of Liberty in the background. I loved the shots of them biking in Central Park. They even saw a Broadway play, not to mention the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Times Square and Grand Central Station.
Grandson Reid went along with friends to Disney World, saying it was the best trip there he had ever had. I can't keep up with his sisters' activities, as it seems they are constantly rafting, tubing, floating, concert-ing or going to a beach somewhere. (All this worked in despite summer life-guard jobs and hanging with friends.)
We kept busy and on the roads, too, celebrating the graduation of one grandson and the wedding of another. These gala events contrasted sharply with the sorrowful good-byes to my brother and our eldest grandson at their services this summer. Even those occasions were not devoid of sweetness, though, at the pleasure of being with loved ones who live far away.
Vacations are important, and can be a time of refreshing and of gaining new perspectives. Jesus recognized the need for rest and getting away from people when he advised his disciples as recorded in Mark's gospel. "And he said to them, 'Come aside by yourselves to a deserted place and rest awhile.' For there were many coming and going, and they did not even have time to eat. So they departed to a desert place..." Mark 6:31-32.
This was shortly after John the Baptist had been beheaded. No doubts their hearts were sorrowful at this great loss. People need time and space to grieve when someone dies. My daughter and her husband felt the need to get away after their son's death. They took solace in the beautiful Tennessee mountains near the ancestral home of Julie's grandmother, my mom.
Life goes on after vacations and times of rest, and/or sorrow. In our family, life is rushing in, swirling with happy events. Julie's preemie baby grandson, our great-grandson, has gained over two pounds and has been released from the hospital. Our now-oldest grandson and his fiance' have announced their engagement to be married next year.
There is a beautiful passage in Song of Solomon, reminiscent of our call to our heavenly home. "Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land....Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!" Song 2:10-12, 13.
Verse 9 says he is looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice! It can't be long before see Him and our loved ones in heaven, the sights making any earthly vacation pale in comparison!
"But as it is written, 'Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.'"
Friday, July 31, 2015
Brave as a Lion
At our Senior Ladies' breakfast the other morning, someone asked me my name. I told her, and the person next to me jokingly said, "That's been your name all day, hasn't it?" to which I replied, "Yes, and every day for 76 years!"
"Why, she's just a baby!" exclaimed the one who had asked my name. How sweet! I guess the way to feel young is to hang out with older people! It made me think of the scenario in the Bible during the future time of the Millennium which says, "There shall be no more thence an infant of days, nor an old man that hath not filled his days: for the child shall die an hundred years old," Isaiah 65:20.
Of that time, scripture says in Isaiah 11:6, "The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them."
I was saddened to hear about the baby giraffe in the Dallas zoo that died an accidental death this week. I read that its birth had even been featured on Animal Planet. I suppose that since a giraffe's birth in captivity is extremely rare, it captured the attention of many people, who were also affected by the loss. But I was surprised to find that so many are donating and expressing extreme sorrow over this unfortunate event.
Even more surprising is the public outcry of rage about Cecil the lion being killed by a safari hunter. Don't get me wrong. I love and admire animals. They are God's creation and can teach us much if we observe and care for them. I just wonder why people are not expressing more outrage over the recently discovered abortion atrocities!
Our women's group has been viewing videos as part of a study by Lisa Bevere called Lioness Arising. She was inspired by the scripture that says, "Behold, the people shall rise up as a great lion (lioness in some versions), and lift up himself as a young lion: he shall not lie down until he eat of the prey, and drink the blood of the slain," Numbers 23:21. This was revealed to her in a dream in which she saw a magnificent lioness and was taken by her strength and beauty. She points out that Jesus is called The Lion of Judah!
In her teachings, Lisa applies the qualities of tenderness and strength in the lioness in encouraging women who are not aware of their potential in the kingdom of God for defeating the adversary. God has opened opportunities for this formerly stay-at-home mom to work in rescuing trafficking victims and their little ones. Her theme is "Awake and Change Your World." May we accept the challenge to find our place of service! We need not be babies, even at 76!
"Why, she's just a baby!" exclaimed the one who had asked my name. How sweet! I guess the way to feel young is to hang out with older people! It made me think of the scenario in the Bible during the future time of the Millennium which says, "There shall be no more thence an infant of days, nor an old man that hath not filled his days: for the child shall die an hundred years old," Isaiah 65:20.
Of that time, scripture says in Isaiah 11:6, "The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them."
I was saddened to hear about the baby giraffe in the Dallas zoo that died an accidental death this week. I read that its birth had even been featured on Animal Planet. I suppose that since a giraffe's birth in captivity is extremely rare, it captured the attention of many people, who were also affected by the loss. But I was surprised to find that so many are donating and expressing extreme sorrow over this unfortunate event.
Even more surprising is the public outcry of rage about Cecil the lion being killed by a safari hunter. Don't get me wrong. I love and admire animals. They are God's creation and can teach us much if we observe and care for them. I just wonder why people are not expressing more outrage over the recently discovered abortion atrocities!
Our women's group has been viewing videos as part of a study by Lisa Bevere called Lioness Arising. She was inspired by the scripture that says, "Behold, the people shall rise up as a great lion (lioness in some versions), and lift up himself as a young lion: he shall not lie down until he eat of the prey, and drink the blood of the slain," Numbers 23:21. This was revealed to her in a dream in which she saw a magnificent lioness and was taken by her strength and beauty. She points out that Jesus is called The Lion of Judah!
In her teachings, Lisa applies the qualities of tenderness and strength in the lioness in encouraging women who are not aware of their potential in the kingdom of God for defeating the adversary. God has opened opportunities for this formerly stay-at-home mom to work in rescuing trafficking victims and their little ones. Her theme is "Awake and Change Your World." May we accept the challenge to find our place of service! We need not be babies, even at 76!
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Finding Grandma!
"Mom, what was Grandma's real mother's name?" came the query over the internet from my daughter Julie, who lives in Tennessee. It is family history that my mom's mother died when Mama was only 6 weeks old. Her mother was a young wife of 18 when she was found unresponsive by her best friend while my infant future mother lay bundled on the bed.
All this happened in east Tennessee, just an hour from our daughter's present home. A drive through the area she had heard of all her life prompted her questions. I gave her my grandmother's name, although I had to reflect a bit to recall it. Mama was raised by her stepmother, never knowing any other mother, and this lady was Grandma to us, although we saw her very infrequently, due to distance.
After this, came the question, "Where was she buried?" I only knew it must have been near the area in Tennessee where my mother lived until she was 12 years old, when her family relocated to west Texas. I remembered that many years ago Mama and some of her siblings drove the 1,000+ mile journey back to visit the family cemetery. I gave her the info I had, then a post from my brother detailed exactly where the grave site was: the name of the cemetery, the road it is on, and the county in Tennessee.
All efforts to follow through with this data led to a dead end. (No pun intended!) It seems many years ago work by the TVA (Tennessee Valley Authority) inundated many cemeteries, and some of the graves had to be relocated. A list of over 1,000 names and their locations were pored over by Julie and myself. Many names familiar to me from my mother's reminiscences appeared, but not the one we were seeking. Then followed a list of graves which were not moved. We struck out there, too.
Unless we find out more from other descendants living in Texas, this mystery will apparently remain unsolved. The sad, romantic saga remains a source of fascination to younger relatives. My young, biological grandmother was said to be having fainting spells following the birth of my mother. Friends were taking turns staying with her, which is why her best friend, my future stepmother, had come over.
Some say the new mother had been popping popcorn over the fire in the fireplace. The thinking was that she fainted, for she was lying in the fireplace when found. Other stories have sprung up about her beauty, her place of privilege in her family, and the hand sewn, monogrammed clothing she wore. Though her picture has been lost, I remember a portrait of an ordinary-looking girl with resemblances to our family.
The new baby was put into the charge of her grandparents, Grandpa's parents. This is part of the intrigue of the story. After three years, when Grandpa married his late wife's best friend, he wanted his daughter back. The red-haired tot had become endeared to her grandparents, and they refused to give her up. With a sweet, titian-haired granddaughter of my own, I can imagine their feelings. She had become their world. Nevertheless, after a court battle, she went home with her father, whom she adored all her life.
We may never find Grandma, but we can rest assured Mama has found her mother. David says after the death of his baby son, "I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me," 2 Samuel 12:23. What a wonderful meeting all believers will have in Heaven someday! Mama lived her old-time religion, a joyous saint for all of us who follow after!
All this happened in east Tennessee, just an hour from our daughter's present home. A drive through the area she had heard of all her life prompted her questions. I gave her my grandmother's name, although I had to reflect a bit to recall it. Mama was raised by her stepmother, never knowing any other mother, and this lady was Grandma to us, although we saw her very infrequently, due to distance.
After this, came the question, "Where was she buried?" I only knew it must have been near the area in Tennessee where my mother lived until she was 12 years old, when her family relocated to west Texas. I remembered that many years ago Mama and some of her siblings drove the 1,000+ mile journey back to visit the family cemetery. I gave her the info I had, then a post from my brother detailed exactly where the grave site was: the name of the cemetery, the road it is on, and the county in Tennessee.
All efforts to follow through with this data led to a dead end. (No pun intended!) It seems many years ago work by the TVA (Tennessee Valley Authority) inundated many cemeteries, and some of the graves had to be relocated. A list of over 1,000 names and their locations were pored over by Julie and myself. Many names familiar to me from my mother's reminiscences appeared, but not the one we were seeking. Then followed a list of graves which were not moved. We struck out there, too.
Unless we find out more from other descendants living in Texas, this mystery will apparently remain unsolved. The sad, romantic saga remains a source of fascination to younger relatives. My young, biological grandmother was said to be having fainting spells following the birth of my mother. Friends were taking turns staying with her, which is why her best friend, my future stepmother, had come over.
Some say the new mother had been popping popcorn over the fire in the fireplace. The thinking was that she fainted, for she was lying in the fireplace when found. Other stories have sprung up about her beauty, her place of privilege in her family, and the hand sewn, monogrammed clothing she wore. Though her picture has been lost, I remember a portrait of an ordinary-looking girl with resemblances to our family.
The new baby was put into the charge of her grandparents, Grandpa's parents. This is part of the intrigue of the story. After three years, when Grandpa married his late wife's best friend, he wanted his daughter back. The red-haired tot had become endeared to her grandparents, and they refused to give her up. With a sweet, titian-haired granddaughter of my own, I can imagine their feelings. She had become their world. Nevertheless, after a court battle, she went home with her father, whom she adored all her life.
We may never find Grandma, but we can rest assured Mama has found her mother. David says after the death of his baby son, "I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me," 2 Samuel 12:23. What a wonderful meeting all believers will have in Heaven someday! Mama lived her old-time religion, a joyous saint for all of us who follow after!
Monday, July 27, 2015
Family Photos
I love it when I click on Facebook and there is a smiling picture of a family member! Today it was my six-year-old granddaughter dressed up to go to work with her mom, plus a video of our youngest grandson chuckling in glee while his father pretended to sip from the straw in his son's cup. Hearing Isaac's warm, distinctive laugh made me laugh with glee myself!
Lately there have been shots of our older teen grands racing in the sand in lifeguard competition, paddling atop a surfboard, and walking through tree-tops on cable bridges. Then there are the ones of grown-up grands: lawn chairs set up and blankets spread for drive-in movie-watching with their own little ones, my great-grands, nibbling on pizza!
A gorgeous engagement photo announcement with our oldest grandson and his fiancee' brought smiles. So did the romantic photo of the recent new bride and groom, grandson Zach whispering into Kelcie's ear in the idyllic setting of their outdoor wedding.
A picture of my son's feet and legs as he stretched out on a deck chair with the serene waters of the Gulf of Mexico beyond the railing, and his travel guitar on his lap told me he and his family were aboard their cruise ship. I'm waiting for more travel shots as they reach their first excursion site.
Although these family members are far away, I still enjoy their good times vicariously and share their joy as captured by the camera. Sometimes I wish there were a camera in heaven to see our loved ones there and all the good things they are seeing and experiencing. I know it is a place of indescribable beauty that no scenic spot on earth can rival.
As beautiful as the waters of the Gulf of Mexico are, the beauty of the waters of the river of life will exceed them. The lush foliage of the tall tree-tops explored by our 16-year-old granddaughter will pale in comparison with the tree of life and other verdant vegetation there.
There will be no need for lifeguards there, no need to practice CPR, for Jesus will be the air we breathe, and the breath of life He gives when we accept Him is eternal. And the music there will be sweeter even than the melodious notes emitting from Trevor's travel guitar. No shipping necessary, the heavenly harps and celestial music of angels will be there waiting for us.
The sweet fellowship of families eating pizza together on a blanket as they watch a fantasy on the silver screen in the twilight will be out-shined by God's children dining with Jesus at the Marriage supper of the Lamb. There will be no straws in paper cups, but our Father will sup with us in royal goblets.
And we know that earthly brides and grooms are only a picture of Christ and His bride--the church! "For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh. This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church," Ephesians 5:31-32.
"Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it," Ephesians 5:25.
Not a vision, not a picture, but the reality of heaven feels just around the corner!
Lately there have been shots of our older teen grands racing in the sand in lifeguard competition, paddling atop a surfboard, and walking through tree-tops on cable bridges. Then there are the ones of grown-up grands: lawn chairs set up and blankets spread for drive-in movie-watching with their own little ones, my great-grands, nibbling on pizza!
A gorgeous engagement photo announcement with our oldest grandson and his fiancee' brought smiles. So did the romantic photo of the recent new bride and groom, grandson Zach whispering into Kelcie's ear in the idyllic setting of their outdoor wedding.
A picture of my son's feet and legs as he stretched out on a deck chair with the serene waters of the Gulf of Mexico beyond the railing, and his travel guitar on his lap told me he and his family were aboard their cruise ship. I'm waiting for more travel shots as they reach their first excursion site.
Although these family members are far away, I still enjoy their good times vicariously and share their joy as captured by the camera. Sometimes I wish there were a camera in heaven to see our loved ones there and all the good things they are seeing and experiencing. I know it is a place of indescribable beauty that no scenic spot on earth can rival.
As beautiful as the waters of the Gulf of Mexico are, the beauty of the waters of the river of life will exceed them. The lush foliage of the tall tree-tops explored by our 16-year-old granddaughter will pale in comparison with the tree of life and other verdant vegetation there.
There will be no need for lifeguards there, no need to practice CPR, for Jesus will be the air we breathe, and the breath of life He gives when we accept Him is eternal. And the music there will be sweeter even than the melodious notes emitting from Trevor's travel guitar. No shipping necessary, the heavenly harps and celestial music of angels will be there waiting for us.
The sweet fellowship of families eating pizza together on a blanket as they watch a fantasy on the silver screen in the twilight will be out-shined by God's children dining with Jesus at the Marriage supper of the Lamb. There will be no straws in paper cups, but our Father will sup with us in royal goblets.
And we know that earthly brides and grooms are only a picture of Christ and His bride--the church! "For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh. This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church," Ephesians 5:31-32.
"Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it," Ephesians 5:25.
Not a vision, not a picture, but the reality of heaven feels just around the corner!
Saturday, July 25, 2015
God is in the Details!
We had met our son at the restaurant on his invitation to supper. First thing I saw when I opened the menu was a luscious-looking slice of lemon meringue pie. "Oh, look at that pie!" I exclaimed.
After a great meal, Greg told the waitress he wanted pie and to slice it in three pieces! He ordered lemon meringue, and the tiny smidgens we got were delicious--tall meringue sweetly topping the tart, gelled, yellow filling. Then Greg had to leave prematurely for something he had to pick up.
"I would like some more pie," I said in a conspiratorial whisper to my husband. Howard agreed and glanced around for the waitress. I saw the manager standing idly at the counter and suggested he ask him. He brought a generous half-slice on a separate dish for both of us. My coffee-loving spouse said coffee would taste good, and I reminded him it was like $2.50. He spoke to the manager again, asking for one cup of coffee.
A steaming mug was set on the table, along with the pot for extras. When we went to pay for the pie and coffee, the man wouldn't take any money, only saying, "No charge"! How sweet for him to bless us this way!
I awoke pre-dawn this morning, and the LCD light on the front of our air-conditioner kept me from getting back to sleep. Tossing and turning, I tried to ignore it, thinking, If I just had something to put over that light. It would have to be small, maybe something to slip into the space over the temperature gauge. I put out my hand to the bedside table and felt something small. Clicking on the light, I saw it was a cardboard packet holding new shoe laces. I had never seen it before. It fit exactly! Thank you, Lord!
My husband and I have discovered some fascinating videos of Rabbi Jonathan Cahn, author of The Harbinger, on YouTube. We have been viewing them almost every evening, and learning so much from this incredibly wise man of God! His new book, The Mystery of the Shemitah, is described by publishers as The 3,000-Year-Old Mystery That Holds the Secret of America's Future, the World's Future, and Your Future!
I didn't realize that the Roman Coliseum was built from the funds from the sacking of God's temple in 70 AD! Rabbi Cahn also explains the true meaning and history of Hanukkah! It is not just a Jewish Christmas! We also watched his moving address to Congress and leaders on Capitol Hill. They applauded his sermon glorifying Jesus!
I had watched some of these segments on my computer, but our old TV was not equipped for YouTube. Thanks to our generous son who surprised us with a new set, we can now view them on a bigger screen! Another one of God's blessings!
After a great meal, Greg told the waitress he wanted pie and to slice it in three pieces! He ordered lemon meringue, and the tiny smidgens we got were delicious--tall meringue sweetly topping the tart, gelled, yellow filling. Then Greg had to leave prematurely for something he had to pick up.
"I would like some more pie," I said in a conspiratorial whisper to my husband. Howard agreed and glanced around for the waitress. I saw the manager standing idly at the counter and suggested he ask him. He brought a generous half-slice on a separate dish for both of us. My coffee-loving spouse said coffee would taste good, and I reminded him it was like $2.50. He spoke to the manager again, asking for one cup of coffee.
A steaming mug was set on the table, along with the pot for extras. When we went to pay for the pie and coffee, the man wouldn't take any money, only saying, "No charge"! How sweet for him to bless us this way!
I awoke pre-dawn this morning, and the LCD light on the front of our air-conditioner kept me from getting back to sleep. Tossing and turning, I tried to ignore it, thinking, If I just had something to put over that light. It would have to be small, maybe something to slip into the space over the temperature gauge. I put out my hand to the bedside table and felt something small. Clicking on the light, I saw it was a cardboard packet holding new shoe laces. I had never seen it before. It fit exactly! Thank you, Lord!
My husband and I have discovered some fascinating videos of Rabbi Jonathan Cahn, author of The Harbinger, on YouTube. We have been viewing them almost every evening, and learning so much from this incredibly wise man of God! His new book, The Mystery of the Shemitah, is described by publishers as The 3,000-Year-Old Mystery That Holds the Secret of America's Future, the World's Future, and Your Future!
I didn't realize that the Roman Coliseum was built from the funds from the sacking of God's temple in 70 AD! Rabbi Cahn also explains the true meaning and history of Hanukkah! It is not just a Jewish Christmas! We also watched his moving address to Congress and leaders on Capitol Hill. They applauded his sermon glorifying Jesus!
I had watched some of these segments on my computer, but our old TV was not equipped for YouTube. Thanks to our generous son who surprised us with a new set, we can now view them on a bigger screen! Another one of God's blessings!
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