I like things to be instant. Well, everything except pudding. Nothing beats a slow cooked custard pudding. But for the most part if I decide something, I want to go right then and get it done. I’m just like that. Yet, I’m learning that things don’t happen this way in the Kingdom of God. For some reason…
I filled the house with smoke for the second week in a row. You would think that after five and half years, I would get the hang of this oven. Alas, it seems to not be so. The coconut oil that spilled into the bottom last week (which started quite the fire) apparently was not…
Praying aloud doesn’t come easy for my husband. I remember when we first were married and he would pray silently at the dinner table. I wondered, slightly, what was wrong with him. In my home we prayed loudly, sometimes right in the heat of the moment. Mom would be lecturing us about our behavior and…
Their faces haunt me. The man with the skin burned right off his back. The boy with the bones sticking out of his leg. The man bent over near double, carrying sticks to sell for food. The blind woman whose rough hands patted my face. The baby with sores and scars covering his legs. Yet,…
Shadow of Influence Night after night Mother stood in the kitchen And it really looked like She was just washing the dishes but in truth, She was changing in the world. Changing the world with her prayers Changing the world with her cries What looked so insignificant Was really Changing the world. written January 1999
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At this very moment it is dark outside and snow is sprinkling down. Soft white flakes that glisten and sparkle when the porch light hits them. I just set the bread to rise for supper. One loaf will be for tomorrow and another is a cheesy garlic onion concoction that will be eaten this evening…
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