Miracles
I finally had a chance to catch my breath from the events of the last six weeks or so. As I write this, there's a grey and white pussycat sitting on top of the table that now serves as a desk in a bedroom that has been re-purposed as a den. Executives have an office. Lions have dens.
Tom thinks he's a lion. At the moment, Mr. Lion is trying to lick his tail. His front foot that he's trying to use for balance keeps sliding across the glass. It slips, he puts it back, and he tries it again. He'll figure out in a minute it won't work, and he'll try something else.
Tom's official title in the den is "Senior Vice President in charge of being floofy". Tom is a very fluffy cat...so fluffy, he's floofy (pronounced floo-fee).
Miss June is now in Indiana. She called just a while ago and left a voice mail. She's in possession of her own telephone. I hope it's a smooth transition. That she's alive is a miracle. When Pastor Steve saw her in the home the first time, he though she was not gonna make it. I thought that too, for a minute. But praying for, and then seeing the miracles take place in her recovery really bolstered my faith. I know that no man on earth caused June to get better. June had some strong will, but God gets both the credit and the glory for the healing that's taken place.
I witnessed a miracle. I'm so grateful that I did. God's people got busy praying, and God answered those prayers.
June is alive because her grandson, Wyatt, called mom and got her home from work. I was thinking about that driving down the street yesterday. Wyatt and his siblings are a result of some bad decisions on both mine and his mom's parts. I made choices. So did she. And yet, God knew all of that and somehow made something good come out of the mess. It's a very vivid example of Romans 8:28 and how God does work all things for good. Good came out of a mess and God let me see it happen.
That's kinda cool.
Ok, it's not KINDA anything. It's pretty amazing.
Tom is now sprawled out and keeping a watchful eye on the door to the den. He hates the dog. His brother Jerry sometimes comes up. Jerry is just a Vice President of being floofy. Tom is the Senior Vice President.
As such he gets unhappy with the presence of others in HIS den.
Life isn't bad. It's kinda nice to sit here and just reflect on how God is working things out and thinking about what's next. Hope y'all are having a blessed day.
Tom thinks he's a lion. At the moment, Mr. Lion is trying to lick his tail. His front foot that he's trying to use for balance keeps sliding across the glass. It slips, he puts it back, and he tries it again. He'll figure out in a minute it won't work, and he'll try something else.
Tom's official title in the den is "Senior Vice President in charge of being floofy". Tom is a very fluffy cat...so fluffy, he's floofy (pronounced floo-fee).
Miss June is now in Indiana. She called just a while ago and left a voice mail. She's in possession of her own telephone. I hope it's a smooth transition. That she's alive is a miracle. When Pastor Steve saw her in the home the first time, he though she was not gonna make it. I thought that too, for a minute. But praying for, and then seeing the miracles take place in her recovery really bolstered my faith. I know that no man on earth caused June to get better. June had some strong will, but God gets both the credit and the glory for the healing that's taken place.
I witnessed a miracle. I'm so grateful that I did. God's people got busy praying, and God answered those prayers.
June is alive because her grandson, Wyatt, called mom and got her home from work. I was thinking about that driving down the street yesterday. Wyatt and his siblings are a result of some bad decisions on both mine and his mom's parts. I made choices. So did she. And yet, God knew all of that and somehow made something good come out of the mess. It's a very vivid example of Romans 8:28 and how God does work all things for good. Good came out of a mess and God let me see it happen.
That's kinda cool.
Ok, it's not KINDA anything. It's pretty amazing.
Tom is now sprawled out and keeping a watchful eye on the door to the den. He hates the dog. His brother Jerry sometimes comes up. Jerry is just a Vice President of being floofy. Tom is the Senior Vice President.
As such he gets unhappy with the presence of others in HIS den.
Life isn't bad. It's kinda nice to sit here and just reflect on how God is working things out and thinking about what's next. Hope y'all are having a blessed day.
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