Stories and other stuff

According to Rasmussen Reports, 30% of Americans knew a murder victim.  I am among that 30% and I was reminded of that in an unusual way today. The other day, I was wondering when the trial for the alleged killer was going to take place.  And in the midst of that, something else during the week reminded me that God hadn't forgotten a promise to me that more and more, I'm understanding is real.  He, the way the reminder put it, has that promise on the FRONT of His mind all the time. Perhaps that's why this story unfolded the way it did.  There is more there than I understand about it, and sometimes writing helps me make sense of things. Wendi is from Richmond, Indiana, which is a small city located on the Indiana/Ohio border along Interstate 70.  It's so close, you can drive to New Paris, Ohio to buy beer on Sunday and be back at her dad's without even needing to buy ice to keep the beer cold. And so was Willie.  Willie has a last name which I forget...

Some days I know, and I mean I just know.   And there are days I think I know.  And then there are days when I know I wish I knew and sometimes I just quit trying to figure it out and go where God leads. And some days, they're all in one. My day yesterday kind of started out with a reminder of a promise I believe God for.  I hadn't forgotten it, but it was just kind of in the back of my mind and while I won't talk specifically about it, it's just a reminder that God hadn't forgotten. It's something I'm counting on Him for so something bigger can happen.  And I wrote it down someplace so I wouldn't forget what that promise was.  It was nine months ago, tomorrow, to the day, and I'm still waiting. And believing.   And knowing. But nine months.  When I heard the promise, and believe I got confirmation, I thought it would be days.  And then the days turned into weeks; the weeks into months, and still....... So did God make me a promise? ...

I don't believe anything happens by accident.  I do believe accidents happen, but usually they're caused by not paying attention or some other thing.  If I don't see the car in front of me stopping and hit it, it was an accident caused by not paying attention or following too close, etc.... So accidents have causes and sometimes we have little divine appointments that are arranged for us. I believe that, too.  I see it often in my own life but sometimes those divine appointments don't lead where I think they will. I read about that today.  A guy my roommate follows on Facebook is one who is same-sex attracted and has renounced that lifestyle for one of following God.  He's one that thinks, as do I, by the way, and most Christians, that those two things are mutually exclusive of each other.  He was talking in a post I saw how he thought his ministry would be to the LGBT community but God had other ideas. I think about that too.  I thought I woul...