Stories and other stuff

 Been seeing a lot about paths the last couple of days and I'm mindful of some things after that today. I talk a lot about how God moves very Providentially in my life.  I know some, even in my own family, don't believe that for a minute.  That's OK, it's not their walk, it's mine and for His glory and good purpose God relates to me that way.  I'm not the only one, and it's not the only way He does.  He still uses circumstances to show me where to step.  Sometimes He uses them to warn me where not to step. Lately, though, He's been complimenting those things with a Bible verse.  I told y'all, I think, the other day when He gave me a verse in the middle of the night which I thought was about tithing and had nothing to do with tithing.  It was about writing things down in a remembrance to God.  I just re-read that verse and remember something He told me to write down. That's kind of important because I'm believing God for something and I am in ...

 Of the things there is a first for in my life, as far as I can remember, receiving a Bible verse in the middle of the night is one of the firsts for me.  A song in the night?  Yes, and I still remember the first time that happened.  But last night is the first time I ever recall getting a Bible verse whispered to me. The verse in question is Malachi 3:16.  When I think of Malachi 3, I think it's about tithing.  And I tried to tell myself, "No, Malachi 3:6" and thinking it was about tithing.  (it's not).  Nor was the verse God gave me last sleep, in the middle of the night.  It's about remembering and writing down.   God has done a lot of great things for me.  I try to write many of them down, either here or in a journal I sometimes remember to write in.  But it seemed important to write down some of it again in light of being blessed with that verse.  I had a weird dream after that and a person from my past made a ca...

I never know what's gonna happen next in my life.  A for-instance happened today.  I went out to the thrift stores to look through their selections of vinyl records.  While I didn't find any I liked, I did come across a plate with clock markings and a hole drilled into it.  Said plate matches my dish pattern so I bought it for 50 cents.  I found a clock kit that was affordable as well on Amazon, so I should have a fully functioning clock in a couple of days.  It'll be a nice addition to the kitchen and nice to have a clock to glance at instead of having to walk to the stove or microwave to see the time. Losing track of time is a thing these days.  My son bought me a day clock.  I needed it.  The days fly by and it's really easy to lose track of the day of the week, let alone the date.  Such is retirement. The hot tub is such a blessing.  It would be nice to have someone to share it with but it's not without its' own struggles. ...

 For every published blog post, there are so many more that wind up in the trash.  I start one, then don't finish it.  Usually it's because of a nudge from the Holy Spirit to tell me not to write this or that.  I can't take credit for that.  Infrequently it's because of my own thought that this or that might be a dumb thing to say.  It's nice to have an editor that's engaged in not only the publishing process, but in the creative process as well.  With the Holy Spirit as a guide, I write much better than I ever could on my own. Yesterday I was in the middle of writing a post about false prophesies.  And in the middle of it, I got off on a rabbit trail about not judging because I have that beam in my own eye.  Sometimes I can get it out just far enough to see that it's probably more wise to worry about my own sins than commenting on the sins of others.  Christians have God's word at their disposal and the tools and wisdom to discern truth...

It's been quite a few days.  It's going to be quite a few more days.  And yours truly?  Me, I voiced my opinion about what Wednesday was.  It cost me a Facebook friend who didn't appreciate my reply to his comment.  I've known this guy for a long time.  It happens, I suppose. I got accused of being a democrat and spewing rubbish.  I did neither and stuck by my words.  They weren't meant to be cruel, mean, or incite.  They were honest and truthful.  I still stand by what I said, and it was all I need to say about this. I have dual citizenship.  I'm An American by birth and a citizen of Heaven by adoption.  That adoption came at an unbelievable cost...the precious blood of the Lamb.  Christ Jesus died on a cross so that not only can my sins be forgiven, but at that same moment, I became an adopted child of the Ancient of Days. I love that name for my God.  Ancient of Days.  I also love:  I AM.  OK, I'm bi...

You'd think I'd learn by now, and by now I kind of wonder if I annoy God sometimes.  Waiting is hard, and I don't think I annoy God (too much, He knows I've never been where He's taking me), but I do keep on being persistent in prayer to get where I think He's taking me.  And the answer is wait. Or is it more than that?  I asked God about it and He told me today at the beach He would show me how to get where we're going.  The first direction on that map is: Wait. Or abide.  I saw John 15 in several places today.  The latest being my Bible app which had the chapter pulled up when I opened it.  Abide.  No, not like the Dude from The Big Lebowski , but abide in Jesus as a branch of the Vine. The YouVersion app explained the verse and likened a Christian attached to the Vine like a cell phone attached to a power cord.  As long as the cord is attached and plugged into the wall, the phone has unlimited ability.  The second you unplug the phone...