(Aug. 6) I’m up about 4 waiting for the break of day and a new day to begin.
Who knows what this day holds? That’s why I love that saying “‘Yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery, today a gift, that’s why it’s called the present.”
We can’t do anything about what has already happened. We may think we know what will happen tomorrow. We may make plans but follow them loosely, for they may change at any minute in a completely different direction than what you though they would.
This has happened to me many times, and I’m sure it has with you too.
So as a new day begins, let’s be quiet and still in the presence of our Heavenly Father and that sweet Holy Spirit, and let him direct our thinking to those things that are most important to do.
It may be to write a note to someone to cheer them up, call a friend, speak softly to those who are near you, read more of “the words of the Bible,” and then other less important things will fall into place — like making beds, sweeping floors, washing clothes. These are important things that have to be done, but the Father’s plans need to come first.
For years of my life these seemed to important and I put them first ahead of my time with the Father — seeking his will, spending more time talking to and teaching my children how important it is to put Christ ahead of everything.
Our children are like sponges, soaking up everything they see and hear. How important those years are. There was so much I did not realize in my younger years.
We get so busy rushing to this and to that that we lose sight of some of the most important things. I’m preaching to myself now; you can listen in if you want to. I’ll be happy to have you for an audience!
May your week be filled with joy and happiness and time to just sit for a while and meditate on the goodness and blessings we have all been given. There’s always one thing we can do if we can’t do anything else much, and that is pray. Will you pray for me for clearness of mind to keep on writing and telling of what the Lord has done for me through the past 82 years — well, it will be 82 in October. I’ll say the old gray mare ain’t what she used to be, but what’s left I want to be used for the Lord’s service in any way I can.
The light is peeping through the south bedroom window — I need to get our breakfast. This is voting day and we want to get there early before it gets so hot. Old folks have to be careful and not get too hot, too cold or too tired. It’s really a hard job just getting old, but just keep on trying; you will be there too before you know it.
Until next time, God be with you all, and may his blessings be poured out on you by the loads — Ephesians 3:17-19.
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(Aug. 23) This morning as I begin to face this day, I am so blessed I can hardly stand it! I’m sitting here drinking my cup of coffee and remembering the days I had a feeding tube back in ’94. What a “happy day” when I got to get that removed, and I can write this without a patch over my eye. I could see double everything I looked at.
How good God has been to me. I could never praise him enough. You all may get sick of me doing nothing but talking about the Lord, but that’s OK. I still love you – as Brother Jimmy Latham said many years back, “What’s in the well is going to come up in the water.
After being on antibiotics for almost a week and feeling pretty lousy, I’m beginning to feel better and count my many blessings — trying to name them one by one — and the list gets longer and longer.
The cat is peeping in the window wanting in and I see the morning sky getting brighter, showing through the pear tree. I guess its time to get up and get breakfast, but I sure am enjoying just sitting here and writing. I’ve got to get moving more today.
The summer is dwindling on down. The green cotton is looking a little duller, with the tops full of white blooms. Dragonflies are flying over the field and all the trees are taking on a duller look. Also, many mornings a misty haze is across the field, so I know September is getting near. August always looks this way to me. I remember when we were let out of school for a week to pick cotton in the fall of the year — imagine that now.
On a morning like this when I felt like I wanted to give up, a small sweet voice from within my spirit says, “Don’t give up — give it all to me. Look up, get up and keep on going. You have no idea what this day will bring. It may be one of the last days of your life.”
I hear my husband in the next room making sounds that he is ready to get up. So that means the day is beginning. Lord, give me a big dose of your love and kindness so that I may face this day pleasing to you as you fill me with your love.
Until next time, may God richly bless and keep you all in his will.
May we acknowledge these cracks in our old “body of clay” and let the sun shine through these cracks to touch the lives of others.
Romans 12:21 — “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
