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Scars

I Have Scars.

  • On my left leg just inside my ankle, there is a faint round circle that I received when I was young and accidently touched my skin to a hot motorcycle pipe.
  • On my lower tummy.  Both of our children were breach, so they had to be taken by surgery instead of being born in the regular way.
  • On the top of my left hand.  I was riding after a runaway horse, and when I attempted to cut her off in the trees, a branch raked the top of my hand, causing a deep and painful scratch.
  • On my left breast, the result of a lumpectomy and radiation therapy when I was 39.
  • I have scars that cannot be seen by the eye. They have been healed by the power of prayer, the process of forgiveness, and by the Grace of God.
  • I have sun scars.  Wrinkles on my face and chest,  from not taking proper care of my skin, baking in the sun as a teenager and wearing tank tops and t-shirts as I drove truck, moved cattle, and repaired corrals and fence.

Yes,  I HAVE SCARS.  Here is what they mean to me:

  • I have felt the freedom of the air rushing by my face as I speed down the road on the back of a bike, smelling the air and having a view that one can’t experience from a car.
  • I have two beautiful children, irreplaceable gifts adding so very much joy and fullness to my life.  I get to love those that they love.
  • I have had the pleasure of spending company with an animal much larger than myself whom I loved, and who loved me.
  • I have had cancer.  I have been healed for 22 years, that I might encourage others through the treatment process and help them with their fears.
  • I have loved and had relationship with others, both in good times and in bad.

Summer is coming, and my sun scars are what prompted the topic of this post.  Yes, I wish I would have been more careful with my skin, but at the time I did not know.  Now I have a choice:

I can hide my scars  in shame because in our world you aren’t supposed to have wrinkles on your face or lines on your chest.  Or, I can choose to remember that I have lived life.  A life that has been marvelous and rich and full of adventure.

I have a choice.  I can refuse to heal, hanging on to wounds others have inflicted,  or I can love and forgive and move forward.

I can be grateful, remembering that my scars are symbols of what I have experienced, and of what The Lord has healed and helped me to work through.

Yes, I have scars.  I imagine that you have scars too.  We simply cannot live in this world without getting them.  Yet you need not be ashamed of your scars.   They are a reminder of what you and Jesus have overcome.

Jesus Himself was not ashamed of the nail marks on His hands.  They were the scars He chose to bear when He died, in order that we might be healed.

John 20:27  (KJV)
27 Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side: and be not faithless, but believing.

1 Peter 2:24 Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed. KJV (italics mine)

Psalm 147:3 KJV
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

Malachi 4:2  (KJV)
2 But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.

 

 

 

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The Process of No Bake Cookies

One evening this week I found myself making an emergency batch of No Bake Cookies.  We have been trying not to keep dessert in the house, not even ice cream, so when a family member had an emergency sweet tooth attack after dinner one night, I was happy to find I had just the right ingredients to create this delicious confection.  They have been a family favorite for many years, and are actually quite simple to make.  Our favorite recipe is as follows:

No Bake Cookies
Boil for two minutes:
1/2 cup cocoa (I like the special dark chocolate)
two cups sugar
one cube margarine or butter
1/2 cup milk

Remove from heat and cool slightly.  Then add:
1/2 cup peanut butter
one teaspoon vanilla
3 cups raw quick oatmeal

As I set about my task, experience told me that melting the butter before adding and warming the milk would make the recipe come together more quickly.  Yet this particular evening, with a long list of things still to do, it seemed it took the butter an extra long time to melt.

Finally!  It was melted!  I added the milk and brought it to just below boiling.  Next went in the sugar and cocoa so that they might boil the two minutes required, becoming well blended and smooth.  Once again, the process seemed to take an incredibly long time.

To speed things up, I considered turning up the heat.   I actually did, but only so far, or the mixture would scorch.   I also contemplated adding the vanilla before the boil was completed, but if I did its quality might be compromised. Trying to stir the peanut butter in too early or too late would accomplish no good thing, and adding the oatmeal at any time other than the end would make it impossible to properly mix in the other ingredients.  Standing at the stove stirring constantly (as required) I realized, no matter how badly I wanted to speed up my No Bake Cookies, I would simply have to be patient and allow the process to complete.

After what really wasn’t an incredibly long time, I stood dropping the finished cookies onto waxed paper to set up. My mind drifted to times in my life when I had become impatient and tried to push things out of order, or to speed them up on my own.  Times when I thought I was ready to move ahead, but when The Lord oh so graciously held me in place so that I would not be hurt or hurt others.  I remembered harsh or unkind words that I had spoken when someone wasn’t changing as fast as I thought they should be.  Words that scorched the recipient as they received them on the other side of my tongue.  I recalled a time when I had become so discourage that I lost hope.  I was tempted to take the pan off the burner, set it aside, and walk away leaving it and all of the ingredients sitting on the stove.

If you are facing something that seems to be taking an exceedingly long time, don’t give up.   Remember  your recipe, God’s Holy Word, and be encouraged.  Read the directions.  Follow them.  He wrote them specifically for you. Picture in your mind the good things God is going to do with your circumstance.  Ask Him to help you to be patient, and keep moving forward in faith.  If you have never made “No Bakes” before, call someone who has and ask them to pray with you.  Speak kind words to yourself.  Say kind things to others.  Don’t give up hope!  Don’t walk away!  We serve a loving God who wants us to have good lives.  A Faithful God Who will order our steps, guiding and leading us, as we choose to trust and believe in Him.

Psalm 36:5 Thy mercy, O LORD, is in the heavens; and thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds.

Psalms 32:8 KJV – I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye.

2 Timothy 3:16-17 KJV – All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and [is] profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:

 

 

 

 

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The Turkey Who Forgot She Had Wings

***I guess God is inviting us to fly with Him today.  Right before I posted this, I heard turkeys gobbling in the timber behind the house.  The first I have heard this spring.  🙂

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This week’s picture is a quick shot that I took of some turkeys lounging peacefully in our back yard.  It is a bit fuzzy, but I am posting it because I wanted you to have an image in your mind.  An actual picture of the turkey I am writing about wasn’t possible.   I was driving 60 mph down I-90 when I saw her and I didn’t have a camera in my hand.

While heading to town in my car last week, movement caught my eye on the right side of the road. There I saw a Turkey Girl, much like the one in the photo above. She was all alone, running frantically back and forth along an eight foot fence.  Her back was to me, and her head was bobbing up and down wildly as she ran.  Poor thing.  She was obviously afraid, having somehow gotten separated from the rest of her bunch.  What struck me the most about her was that in her panic she had forgotten that she had wings.

As I continued on,  I was reminded of times when I too have looked an awful lot like her.  Times when I was running back and forth in front of what seemed to be an insurmountable obstacle, feeling all alone.  I could recall myself in overwhelming anxiety, believing I had been abandoned by people, and forgetting to call on God.  Forgetting that I have wings.

The Lord is with us, no matter the “fence” standing between us and our peace in Him. Be it a relationship, our health or a job;  any obstacle that we are faced with,  He is our wings.  Wings that we can rest under when we are exhausted and feeling afraid, that lift us above the turmoil of  life as we wait for Him to help.  Wings that help to protect us as we choose to trust in Him.  He is as close as the wings on a Turkey Girl, when we look up and remember our Lord.

Psalm 91:
4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

Isaiah 40:31 (KJV)
31 But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

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HAPPY EASTER WEEK!

Last weekend at church we sang a song called We Exalt Thee.  It is a wonderful, older song, and many different artists have performed it throughout the years.  As I was singing and exalting The Lord, I was thanking Him for what He has done in my life.  Then He took my memories back to when I first became a Christian.  I remembered being at a meeting singing that very same song.  When we came to the chorus- “I Exalt Thee”- I sang what I thought was the refrain;  “I Am Sorry. I Am Sorry. I Am Sorry. Oh Lord!!!”, over and over again.  Tears streamed down my face as the shame of my past and the focus on my failings prevented me from hearing the true lyrics  of the song.

I didn’t yet fully realize what Jesus had done when He chose to die for me on The Cross.  I did not know that as He received the lashes on His body, He brought healing to my life.  I didn’t know that when they pressed the crown of thorns into His head, every unkind word of judgment against me would be rendered powerless when I brought them before Him. As He suffered on The Cross, even feeling abandoned by His Own Father, He bore the weight of my every sin. I didn’t fully understand that when He conquered death and rose again, He bought eternal life for me.  I now realize that as He looked at me standing there weeping, He saw me as whole and forgiven because of His suffering on The Cross.

This coming Sunday we will celebrate Easter.  What a wonderful time to begin your new life.    Jesus will walk with you daily teaching you, that you might understand  His Great Love.  He will lift you out of your shame and fill you with joy, as you sing your praises to Him.
Opening The Door is one of the most important pages on this site.  It explains how to invite Jesus into your life.
Growing in Faith gives helpful information on how to move forward after you have done so.

 

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Beautiful Spring, Inexplicable Joy

It has been a beautiful week here where I live.  Temperatures have begun to warm. The sun has been showing itself after what seems to have been an unusually long absence. Beautiful clouds proudly march across the sky.  Hosta plants and daffodils are beginning to show themselves in the flower beds as they reemerge from the soil. The ground cover in the “birdhouse corner” is barely visible, but will soon be lush and green. Today as I am writing to you, it is the very first day of spring.

Tuesday I was taking advantage of these warm days to remove the remnants of last fall’s leaves and pine needles that I didn’t get up before winter came.  As I raked and loaded and emptied the wheelbarrow, I felt an inexplicable joy as I remembered seasons past.  Seasons of being a new Mom and raising our children. The season when I was growing up myself. Seasons of helping my husband on the farm, and seasons of leaving him a lunch while I headed to work in town. While not all seasons have been easy, I felt peace at the work The Lord Has done through each one, and I gave thanks.

As I carefully worked around the bright green leaves of the new spring plants, I rejoiced at the promise of a new season to come.  For soon, when my work of hoeing and weeding and planting is done, colorful flowers will begin to appear.  While I don’t know exactly what God has planned for the next season in my life, I know it will be good, and I gave thanks.

Today, I pray that you too would experience joy.  That you would take time to notice the beauty around you, the beauty in others, and the beauty that God has placed within you.  I pray that you would remember the faithfulness of God in seasons past, and that you would have faith in The Lord for the seasons that lie ahead.  May you take time to rest for a moment in God’s presence, giving Him thanks.   Even just for a moment.  May you be filled with His peace and  inexplicable joy.

Romans 15:13 13Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 16Rejoice always, 17pray continually, 18give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Through His Eyes

I sent a prayer need to a friend last week.  She is a mighty and powerful pray-er, and I appreciate her very much.  In response to my request,  she told me that I was being too hard on myself.  That I was doing well in my circumstances, and that God would help me do even better.  That I wasn’t seeing myself as I should.  She said;  “The Lord would like to give you a new mirror – His Eyes will be your mirror.”

How beautiful.  The Lord wanted me to see myself the way He sees me.  For Our Heavenly Father does not see us the way others see us.  He does not see us the way we see ourselves.  When He looks at us He sees us through the sacrifice of His Son Jesus.   So may we remember, you and I:

That when you see yourself as a failure; The Father sees your effort as a success.  He is pleased and will be there to help you to try again and again and again.

When you see yourself as dirty because of past mistakes you have made, remember; when He looks at you He sees you clean.  As clean and white as snow (Isaiah 1:18).

When you see yourself as unimportant, remember, The Lord sees you as significant.  So much so that He suffered the agony of The Cross because of His Love for you. (John 3:16).

When you see yourself as unlovable, remember; His Love for you is so high, wide, deep and long that you cannot even begin to understand it.  And it is burning for you. (Ephesians 3:18)

When you see yourself as unforgiveable, remember; The Lord stands ready to forgive.  All you need to do is ask Him.  The price has already been paid.  (1 John 1:9).

When you see yourself as wounded, even beyond repair, remember; The Lord sees you as healed.  It is what He is willing and able to do. (Isaiah 53:5).

Wherever you see yourself as lacking in beauty, or ability, or courage remember, The Lord sees you as His precious child.

The Lord wants  you to have a new mirror.  He wants you to see yourself the way He does.   As clean, and important and loved and successful and brave.  He wants you to lift your eyes and look into His.  Then you will see your reflection shining out from the Light of His Perfect Love.

***I chose a butterfly for this week’s post because of their beauty in spite of imperfection.  Look closely and you may see a tear in their wing that comes from living in this world.  Yet that is not what we notice when we see them.  We see the splendor of that which they were created to be.

 

 

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He Is With Us

I don’t use the word hate very often.  I don’t hate people, or any foods that I can think of at the moment (liver and onions come pretty close however). While there are a few things I really don’t like to do, there aren’t many that I truly hate to do.  So I hesitated when I thought about telling you all that I HATE needing to be pulled up the road by the tractor because it is too muddy to drive the pickup out on its own.

Before I put the word hate into this post, I decided to look up the definition in my 1967 American College Dictionary to make sure that I really meant it.  It said:
hate 1. to regard with a strong or passionate dislike; detest 2. to dislike; be unwilling: ie I hate to do it
Guess I did have it right.   Here is my story.

Last weekend we needed to take our 28 foot flat bed trailer with a heavy load on it to the ranch.  This is typically not a problem.  We  leave early enough in the morning to arrive while the temperatures are freezing and the road is still solid.  If it unthaws during the day, we are prepared to spend the night until the road freezes again, or to leave late enough so we can drive right out.  This was our plan for that Saturday.

Indeed, we were able to drive right down the road in the morning.   After we unpacked, I worked in the house while my husband got the trailer unloaded.  Our plan was to spend the rest of the day accomplishing small tasks, then to decide whether to drive home late that evening or early in the morning.  That is until we noticed a low tire on the right rear of the pickup after lunch.  To resolve the problem, we hooked our compressor on and tried to blow it up, but it would not take air. While not an emergency, it was obvious that the tire wouldn’t hold over night or even until that evening.  We would need to pack up and head to town to have it repaired.

We were ready to go in short order.  My husband, an excellent and experienced driver who has gotten us out of some pretty impossible situations at times, jumped behind the wheel and headed up the hill.  Today,  however, it wasn’t meant to be. The pickup made it just halfway, then refused to go any further.  We were going to need some help from a heavy chain and the tractor.  Yet surprisingly, this time I found I didn’t hate it so much.

I have been behind the wheel of the pickup (silently praying like crazy and trying not to do any damage) enough times before that it wasn’t as scary as it used be.  I didn’t wipe out any gates with the trailer, or slide off the road, (I have slid over the side before), or break the chain or the pickup frame. My husband and I were kind to one another, (you know what they say about building a house or towing a rig with your spouse), and we made it to the top with relative ease.  The tire store was still open when we got there, and they fixed our flat free of charge.  We even made it home before it got too late.

I cannot end this post the way I started it.  Although it isn’t my favorite thing to do, I will no longer say that I HATE to be towed by the tractor.  Because of God’s faithfulness in the past, it is not as scary as it used to be.  Because I know what it is like to drive right in, I am thankful when it happens. Because I have had to be towed out, I am more confident when it does not.  Yes, I have actually slid off the road before, but I now know I will be alright no matter the circumstances.

I don’t always understand why sometimes the road is frozen, and other times it is greasy mud.  I do know that The Lord is with us in either case. He is with us when we can drive right to where we are going. He is also with us when we need to be towed out with a tractor and a chain.  Yes, He is even with us when we slide off the edge of the road, ready and able to help pull us back on.

The Lord is always working, teaching us to trust.  He is there showing us how to do those things that we “hate” to do because they are scary.  He is busy building our confidence in ourselves, and most importantly in Him.

Isaiah 41:10 Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.

 

 

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Worth The Wait

This year I decided I would like to grow an amaryllis.   While many people choose to get theirs around Christmas time, I found mine just after the month of February began… on sale!  I was excited.  I had never had an amaryllis before.   The flower on the box  was so beautiful.  I couldn’t wait until it came into bloom.

As I unpacked my treasure, the large, rather unattractive bulb that came out of the package was a surprise to me.  It didn’t appear to be alive.  The container was plain green, plastic, and not the least bit attractive.   I went into the basement and found a more suitable pot to put it into and decided, in spite of  appearances, decided to give it a chance.

I set it by my kitchen sink where it would be easy to water, but wouldn’t draw too much attention.  The two dead looking leaves that had been cut off and blunted at the nursery before it came to me, seemed to remain unchanged…  for a very long time.  At one point, thinking I had killed it or it really was dead, I was tempted to give up and throw the plant out.  Then, one day when my Mom came to visit, she suggested that I water it more often, saying it felt dry.  I took her advice and started giving it a drink on a regular basis.  That’s when my amaryllis began to change.

What had looked like two dead, blunted off leaves began to grow; rather quickly.  Additional leaves joined them, becoming quite tall. (I just went and measured and they are almost two feet).  Right now they are almost two feet!)  Instead of a dormant looking brown, they  became a beautiful shade of green.   Next, a small pod formed at the top of one of the leaves.   “That’s going to be a small flower” I thought to myself, but was happy that there would be any flower at all.  Today, sitting on my dining room table, that one tiny pod has turned into three beautiful red blooms.  I am so thankful that I didn’t give up on them.  So it can be with our prayers and our dreams.

Our dreams may start out as a beautiful, exciting picture in our minds.  Yet their beginnings may be less than grand.   Like the plain brown amaryllis bulb that didn’t grow as quickly as I thought it ought to, we may be tempted to give up and toss them aside.  Instead of watering them with prayer and trusting that God is working, we become discouraged and don’t give them proper care.

If you have been waiting for a dream to bloom or a prayer to be answered, I want to offer you encouragement.  Don’t give up.  God’s timing is perfect.  He is working on that dry brown bulb in ways that you cannot see.  Don’t throw it out.  Don’t demand your own timing.  Do your part.   Pray and thank God for working in your circumstance.   In due season you will begin to see life.  Leaves will grow and the pod will form.  And the bloom that He has planned will be far better than you had dreamed or imagined.

Father, we lift our  prayers to You.  Even those for which we have been waiting for what seems to be a very, very long time.  Lord, we ask for Your help in waiting, knowing that Your timing is perfect.  Help us not to demand that You do things our way, according to our timetable, lest we miss the blessings that come with the fullness of Your plan.  We choose to trust You Lord with our lives and our dreams.  In Jesus’ Name – Amen

Galatians 6:9 King James Version (KJV)
9 And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

Ephesians 3:20  “Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,

 

 

 

 

 

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Last Week’s Post-This Week!

1 Peter 5:7 (KJV)  Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

I have recently begun reading Joyce Meyer’s book Unshakeable Faith.  In the very first chapter Joyce likens worrying to wearing a backpack filled with rocks and carrying it around all day.  Upon reflection, I realized I have been carrying a backpack of worries of my own lately.  Not only have I been wearing it during the day, but I have been sleeping with it on at night as well.  How uncomfortable!

I love looking up definitions in the dictionary. Often, while I may have a general understanding of a particular word, reading the actual definition gives me much more clarity about its meaning.  I would like to share the definitions of two words in The American College Dictionary with you.

Worry: 1. to feel uneasy or anxious; fret; torment oneself with or suffer from disturbing thoughts

Cast: 1. to throw; fling; hurl 2.to throw off or away

Anxious, fretting, tormented, disturbed thoughts?  Pretty powerful.  Things I  most certainly  do not want any part of!  Yet somehow I have allowed myself to collect a few stones of worry without even realizing what I was doing.  Instead of forfeiting them immediately to Jesus, The One who invites us to cast, (throw, fling and hurl), our cares upon Him, I have been carrying them on my own.

As I was reflecting on my condition while gathering rocks in the barnyard for our photo, I found the variety of sizes and shapes to be quite interesting.   The largest stone with the others stacked against it was quite heavy.  It alone would nearly fill my entire pack.  I imagined it as an underlying fear about things that are out of our control.  It might include worry about finances, or health, or a broken relationship.  Maybe the fear of rejection, or failure, or pain.  It might represent worry about the safety of a child, or our country, or of losing a job.  Any number of things that can feel overwhelming and impossible for a person to fix. Given its weight, such a rock would be difficult to pick up and cast away without considerable effort, or the help of someone else.

The medium sized stones were not as weighty or cumbersome as the large one, and were much easier to put into place.   While the definition of small, medium and large stones will vary from person to person, I began thinking about what the medium stones might be.  Perhaps a work or school assignment that needs to be completed.  A speaking engagement that is coming up; followed by more!  You need your car to get to work and it is making a funny noise.  You don’t know how you will fix it if it breaks.  Things that are looming, that may or may not happen, yet they stay in the back of our minds.

As I continued working, I envisioned just one of these rocks inside my pack.  Although it would not be as heavy as the large stone, I knew that it would  bang against my back as I moved about.  My freedom would be inhibited as the straps of the pack slid about my shoulders.   Add more of the medium sized rocks, and their combined weight would become hard to carry.  In addition, the presence of the pack would prevent me from being able to move about freely.  I would be encumbered by its presence.

Lastly, as I gathered the smaller stones, the story of The Princess and the Pea came to my mind.  In this childhood tale written by Hans Christian Anderson, a tiny pea under 20 mattresses topped with 20 elder down beds bothered a Princess because of her royal lineage.  Sleeping on that  tiny pea for just one night caused her body to be black and blue and bruised.  When asked how she had slept in the night, she said she had slept horribly, because there was something hard in her bed.  The surprising effects of that one tiny pea became proof of her royal lineage.

We too are royalty.  As sons and daughters of The Most High King, we are not meant to pack our cares on our own.  Not a care that seems the size of a boulder, or even one so small as that of a tiny pea.  We are meant to recognize them, pick them up, and fling them away from ourselves and unto the feet of The Lord Jesus.  We are meant to be free.

The story also reminded me that I haven’t been sleeping well lately myself.  When I wake up in the morning, I can tell I have been grinding my teeth.  I am not rested as one is supposed to be at the beginning of a new day.  So tonight, as I lay down to sleep, I plan to take off my backpack, open it up, and take a look  inside instead of mindlessly wearing it to bed.   I am going to remove the rocks of worry that are within, and take Jesus up on his invitation.  I am, with His help, going hurl them away from me, being careful in the morning not to grab up my pack, rush back to the stones, and stuff my cares back inside.  Nor will I allow anyone else to do that for me.

Lord, we thank You that we can trust You with our cares.  Help us to bring them, each one, no matter the size, to You.  There is nothing in our lives that is too big or heavy for You.  There is nothing in our lives that is too small for You to care about.  May we cast our worry upon You.   Then may we leave them there.

In Jesus’ Name  Amen.

 

 

 

 

 

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This Week’s Post-Next Week

It has been an exceptionally busy week.   It has been a very unusual day!  Therefore, you will be reading this week’s post- next week.

As you are likely aware, ALME likes to publish it’s weekly posts on Thursday or Friday. Today is my self-imposed deadline to get our e-mail sent and our story on Facebook. This time, however, it will not be so.   For today included:

keys locked in a vehicle resulting in a call to and wait for AAA
sporadic internet service preventing the saving of changes after they were made as I was writing the article. I would then get to try to remember what I had changed and start over!
a volunteer proof reader, for whom I am exceedingly grateful, who wasn’t able to check the story because I didn’t meet the deadline for her to do so
a phone charger that blew up resulting in electrical problems and no internet service at all
our website e-mail isn’t working so those signed up to receive the article won’t be able to receive it

There was a day when I would have been in a panic because I didn’t get our post out.  I would have chastised myself and felt guilty for not getting it done.  This week, however, I am simply choosing to trust God to cover it, and to let our readers know what has happened. I will finish the article next week when our internet is reliable,  my proof-reader is available, and my phone charger is not blowing up.  Maybe it will be even better because I have more time to finish it!

I know The Lord is not surprised about these things.   I wasn’t hurt by the charger.  The car did eventually get unlocked.  I have told Him I was sorry for not starting on the article earlier this week (procrastinating).  I have come up with a plan to help me do better next time.  And I know He understands.

So I will close this note with a prayer.

Father, I thank You for each set of eyes that is reading the words on this page. I pray that as they go through this week that You would bless them with Your Peace. I pray that You will watch over and protect them and those that they love. I ask you to intervene on their behalf when there are circumstances that require Your help.  I pray that You will guide and lead and protect them each step that they take every day.   In Jesus’ Name. Amen