?!
OK, so you're skeptical. You read about all this stuff that I say happens to and around me and you just don't believe half of it. If you have any sanity about you, you don't anyway. Often times I don't believe what does.
Tonight's post is about Facebook. Facebook is cool because when you share stuff, it time-stamps things, so you can verify for yourself that I'm not ready for the funny farm.
I have a FB friend named Bruce, and if your news feed is like mine, you'll see posts your friends like. Tonight, Bruce "liked" a picture of a yellow and white old Chevy pickup truck. The only reason I saw the pic is because he liked it. It's not a page I look at because for starters, the Coops are a Ford family. Or a Hyundai family, or OK, whatever the hell we can afford family. But I love my Ford pickup.
The truck has, and I kid you not, Oregon plates.
Of course it does.
The last couple of posts have been about things I didn't see coming or how my life is turning out. And then I saw this: Today at 12:30something a.m.
And then there's this little gem: Our church, small as it is, prays for each other. I asked for prayers for Miss June and for her daughter who is having a rough patch. In my own prayers, I asked God to bring about reconciliation between June and her daughter. I don't imagine Wendi is any big fan of her living with me. I still don't get how I got her in the divorce.
June, at 1:25 this a.m. tells me that this woman comes into Walmart and is a friend of Wendi's. She recognizes the old lady from a picture Wendi posted on her Facebook page. They chit-chat and the woman likes June enough that she's going to try and act as an intermediary to get them talking again.
God answers those prayers.
If you took the time to look at my Facebook page, you'd read about angry prayers in a devotional today. Much of my morning yesterday was dealing with someone I love very much that is having a really rough patch. She mumbled something about being done. And then I heard from her son, who my church is also praying for, and who, if things work out, will be accompanying me to said church this Sunday. A lot of the conversation we had was a lot to do with angry prayers.
God's timing is so good. And convicting....because....
Tonight at work, a co-worker got a little wound up. He was doing a job that myself and another co-worker were asked to do by our wage leader, who promptly forgot. When something was said about it, the guy doing the job got a little bit "puffy" about it, and after 3 hours of sleep and him complaining because we said something about having the job taken from us and insulting my co-worker because he's a contractor rather than a civil servant (like we get the pick of the best jobs and they should take whatever crumbs fall off the table), that's when I got a bit "puffy" my own self. I don't get wound up like I used to, but when I do, you could hear a pin drop.
I'm not better than anyone else and neither was this guy. But I got a little angry about it and wasn't shy about letting this guy know it. And anyone else on the south end of the hangar. Not sure my new boss knew what to think about that one. We worked it out when calmer heads prevailed and by the end of the shift life was bueno again. I told the guy I'd make him some chocolate chip cookies.
Food solves much. So does a good healthy dose of Scripture.
All these things you can see for yourself on my Facebook page.
What does it all mean? God is good. All the time.
Tonight's post is about Facebook. Facebook is cool because when you share stuff, it time-stamps things, so you can verify for yourself that I'm not ready for the funny farm.
I have a FB friend named Bruce, and if your news feed is like mine, you'll see posts your friends like. Tonight, Bruce "liked" a picture of a yellow and white old Chevy pickup truck. The only reason I saw the pic is because he liked it. It's not a page I look at because for starters, the Coops are a Ford family. Or a Hyundai family, or OK, whatever the hell we can afford family. But I love my Ford pickup.
The truck has, and I kid you not, Oregon plates.
Of course it does.
The last couple of posts have been about things I didn't see coming or how my life is turning out. And then I saw this: Today at 12:30something a.m. And then there's this little gem: Our church, small as it is, prays for each other. I asked for prayers for Miss June and for her daughter who is having a rough patch. In my own prayers, I asked God to bring about reconciliation between June and her daughter. I don't imagine Wendi is any big fan of her living with me. I still don't get how I got her in the divorce.
June, at 1:25 this a.m. tells me that this woman comes into Walmart and is a friend of Wendi's. She recognizes the old lady from a picture Wendi posted on her Facebook page. They chit-chat and the woman likes June enough that she's going to try and act as an intermediary to get them talking again.
God answers those prayers.
If you took the time to look at my Facebook page, you'd read about angry prayers in a devotional today. Much of my morning yesterday was dealing with someone I love very much that is having a really rough patch. She mumbled something about being done. And then I heard from her son, who my church is also praying for, and who, if things work out, will be accompanying me to said church this Sunday. A lot of the conversation we had was a lot to do with angry prayers.
God's timing is so good. And convicting....because....
Tonight at work, a co-worker got a little wound up. He was doing a job that myself and another co-worker were asked to do by our wage leader, who promptly forgot. When something was said about it, the guy doing the job got a little bit "puffy" about it, and after 3 hours of sleep and him complaining because we said something about having the job taken from us and insulting my co-worker because he's a contractor rather than a civil servant (like we get the pick of the best jobs and they should take whatever crumbs fall off the table), that's when I got a bit "puffy" my own self. I don't get wound up like I used to, but when I do, you could hear a pin drop.
I'm not better than anyone else and neither was this guy. But I got a little angry about it and wasn't shy about letting this guy know it. And anyone else on the south end of the hangar. Not sure my new boss knew what to think about that one. We worked it out when calmer heads prevailed and by the end of the shift life was bueno again. I told the guy I'd make him some chocolate chip cookies.
Food solves much. So does a good healthy dose of Scripture.
All these things you can see for yourself on my Facebook page.
What does it all mean? God is good. All the time.
Comments
Post a Comment