Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. Psalm 119:105 I'm reading, albeit slowly, a book called Jesus Club. It's a book about how this guy started a ministry at the high school he graduated from and how it grew. Yesterday, I read a story about how he was passing a skateboard shop, needing $200 more dollars for something God told him to do and he heard God telling him to go to the skateboard shop. After a brief argument, he gave in, flipped a u-turn and went in. Turns out, he'd met the lady who owned said shop before, while standing in line at an amusement park near their home and had enough of a conversation that she remembered him. He told her of his need for $200. She started crying because God had laid it on her heart that she needed to take $200 with her to work because she was gonna meet someone who needed it. Great story. I love how God's people, when they yield to Him, get stuff done. I prepared today's Bibl...
The thing about my walk with Jesus; I'm always being challenged to venture deeper into that relationship, which is wonderful. And I'm reminded this morning that while there are periods of rest along the way, the journey is ever forward. This week, I'm learning how to pray. That may sound dumb, because I pray. A lot. Annoyingly a lot, sometimes, I think. But I do talk with God all throughout the day, just as if I had a dad to call on the phone and talk to. And of all people, you'd think I'd have a handle on praying. I guess what I'm learning to do is to spend time during my day with the TV off, no animals, shut in a quiet room, and praying intentionally and deeply about stuff. It's kind of a new adventure for me, and I'm trying to get into the habit of journaling those prayers. That's important to me. I mentioned that maybe I'd be a mighty prayer warrior when the day comes I can't do some of the stuff I do now for church. I...
Smarter people than me can't figure out my life. I mean that. However, it's always good for a laugh. There's a lot going on that I don't blog about, mostly out of respect for the privacy of the people involved. There was a time that I didn't care all that much about that. You live and learn, though. Besides I'm finding that it's a small world, and mine gets smaller and smaller every day. I don't put a lot of stock into the things I see, but often this or that will be like a little clue that something odd is going on. The car with Indiana plates I saw yesterday at the light on 36th would be one of those things. There are people from all over in Ogden. Texas, Missouri, Montana, Idaho, and the list goes on and on. There are lots and lots of people from Oregon here. And yesterday there was someone from Indiana in my neighborhood the same time I was going to work. It doesn't mean anything. It wasn't a "sign". I'm j...
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