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The Candle Lighter Award


The Candle Lighter Award

I accept this award humbly and with thanks to the Woman at the Well who extended it to me. This award defines a person of Faith and Steel; not a description I would give to myself. Believe me, there are times I would love to change some of the responses I had to certain events or circumstances where these two categories would have come in handy had I used them correctly.

God has used my failures to push me to learn from them probably because that was the best way God would get my attention! Don’t do that at home! There are much better classes to get an education from God like praying, reading the Bible, and doing what he wants of your own free will.

In order to be deserving of this award  you must possess FAITH of STEEL… You don’t have to do anything special for this award but if you know other bloggers who are deserving you should list as many of them as possible and go tell them to come get the award no strings attached.

This award belongs to those who believe, who always Survive the day and those who never stop Dreaming, for those who cannot quit, for those who keep trying and if you are in that category you are Entitled to this Award. So, in random order the following are Entitled:

http://thewomanatthewell.wordpress.com

http://ladydeidredotwordpressdotcom.wordpress.com

www.startinglifewithgod.wordpress.com

www.supermomsarefake.com

www.freedomborn.wordpress.com

www.denimdevotion.wordpress.com

www.musingsilluminated.wordpress.com

www.trimed04.wordpress.com

www.onefamilytable.wordpress.com

www.media4lifeministries.com

www.lifeofafemalebiblewarrior.wordpress.com

www.godlywomengettheblues.wordpress.com

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The 7X7 Link Award


The 7X7 Link Award

I’ve been nominated for the 7×7 Link Award, and now I must fulfill all the requirements. Evidently this award allows the recipient to “toot their horn” a bit. In other words we get to promote ourselves! lol!

If you read some of my posts you will find a glimpse of sarcasm along with my WELL EXPRESSED FEELINGS. I have found humor relieves my frustration with people, government, enemies, myself, our cat, my family, our neighbors. Oh, I might as well say just about everything. Except God.

First requirement: Thank the person who nominated me for this award which is my dear blogger and friend Lady Deidre. If you don’t know her yet, you should. She lives on an airport. Yep, that’s right. That should tell you something. She is special. I feel like I have known her my whole life and we have never met in person. You can find her at : http://ladydeidredotwordpressdotcom.wordpress.com

Second requirement: I have to somehow match 7 of my articles to the 7 descriptions below. Bare with me. This was tough because I had so many good ones to choose from! Haha! (just kidding!)

The Most Beautiful: photography-by-john

The Most Helpful: squirming-defenseless-sheep

The Most Popular: technology-101

The Most Controversial: occupy

The Most Surprisingly Successful: royal-wings-of-a-pauper

The Most Underrated: the-signs-of-easter-2

The Most Pride Worthy: a-walk-in-the-past

Third requirement: Now I must nominate 7 blogs who I think are worthy of receiving the 7×7 Link Award. Well, who might that be?

1. From a Far Country: fromafarcountry

2. Larry Who: larrywho

3. One Family Table: onefamilytable

4. Snowgood’s Blog: snowgood

5. Denim Devotion: denimdevotion

6. Singular Spectrum: singularspectrum

7. Musings Illuminated: musingsilluminated

Fourth Requirement: I must alert my candidates of the good news so they too can acquire a 7×7 sticker.

Fifth Requirement: I must disclose a big Secret — here it is.

I am only giving this secret out in the hopes that those of you who read it will seriously think about doing the same thing.  Giving is a remarkable gift. A few years ago I discovered The International Fellowship of Christians and Jews. A program they offer called  “On Wings of Eagles” is bringing home to Israel lost Jews from around the world. Tithing, and giving financial support has been a major part of my life; not because I have a lot of money, but simply because it brings me much joy.

In all my years on this earth giving to this program has by far been the best use of the money God has blessed me with. In the last 18 months I gave so that 4 people: 2 Ethiopian Jews and 2 from Russia were airlifted home to Israel. The IFCJ sends a card to the giver with the name and place the individual Jew was from after they have made it to Israel. Once there, they begin a whole new life. This program focuses on areas that are hard hit with poverty, violence and war.

This is end time prophecy that all of God’s people would return home to Israel. I can’t begin to tell you how I felt when I received the first card that revealed I had aided in completely changing one person’s life. In fact, I cried. My hope is that one day, whether it be here on earth or in Heaven, I get to meet these chosen people of God that I know in name only.

If you are interested in helping,  here is the  website: http://www.ifcj.com

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All I Wanted Was Some Yogurt


Here we are the day after Christmas. It seems normal again. Not sure if that is good or not but it is what it is.

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My list for a trip to Wal-Mart was ready even with my unwillingness to go. It is not my favorite hang out. Shopping there is out of necessity only.

In the back of my mind I thought, “I wonder if there are lines of people bringing presents to exchange?”  To my surprise, there weren’t many. In fact the store was not that crowded. Christmas must have been successful.

If Wal-Mart wasn’t over loaded with mundane, dissatisfied  customers who wanted to exchange that awful sweater for an even uglier pair of pants, Santa must have done his job despite the economy.

Now I want to complain.

Even though a flood of shoppers had not invaded the store, Wal-Mart had set up a rack of clothes a mile long in one of the aisles. Considering the large green carts and the in-considerate customers getting around this unsightly block of pajamas was like surfing in Nebraska.

Weaving in and out between colors of green, red and yellow I was drowning in a sea of smelly flannel. Memories of yesteryear flooded my intellect. My mother who was an excellent seamstress when I was a child made me go to the local pattern and material store so she could sew clothes  for money.  The minute you walked through the door you experienced a maze of every possible color God created. Along with the many shades and hue’s was a stench of fresh, new fabrics. Ugh. It made me sneeze and my eyes watered uncontrollably.

I am highly allergic to dust which I found out later in life. New fabric lends itself to excessive lent which is often accompanied by dust.

Fearing a recurring fit would invade my nose, I darted around people, carts and children. No one seem to care that I was running for my life. How do you explain to a bunch of after Christmas bargain hunters that I needed to escape this cataclysmic heap of flannel?

All of a sudden I found myself locked in a claustrophobic trap. People were not moving. Blocked in by screaming kids, carts full of more flannel, and displays of cosmetics I wanted to scream “let me out of here!”

Now this is where a Christian attitude should kick in. Instead of staying calm and peaceful, I stood there waiting with what I am sure was a face of impatient disgust. Did anyone care? No!  The bargain hunters wandered through the rack of pajamas cluttering up the pathway of the aisle keeping those of us disinterested in flannel from going about our shopping business.

In case you haven’t  figured this out, I don’t enjoy shopping; at least not anymore. The reasons why are for another day.

After a few more moments of blocked traffic I yelled, “EXCUSE ME!”  That got their attention. They moved out of my way.

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Rather please with my authority I rode off into the free world of pet food, yogurt and sweet potatoes. Feeling free without watery eyes I went through the check out and left.

On the way home I thought, ‘hmmm, is it me or are people in general in-considerate?” Was I wrong for expressing myself in such a vocal cord?

No, I think there are many people who just aren’t wired to code. Their antenna’s are pointing in the wrong direction.

They are about as bright as a burnt out 20 watt light bulb.

Maybe I will suggest they ask God to  help them become one of those 60 watt light bulbs I wrote about yesterday.  If they insist on blocking traffic in the women’s underwear department of Wal-Mart, at least they could be a shining light for God while doing it.

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The White Horse of Christmas


Tonight I just returned from a Christmas Eve Eve Candle Light Service.  The church I attend is so large there are two services; one on Christmas Eve Eve, and another Christmas Eve.

The music was wonderful as usual. The Pastor spoke briefly using some very large Christmas boxes that made a puzzle picture out of them. After stacking 8 boxes on top of each other in 2 columns the puzzle revealed a majestic white horse with you know who riding it.

Over the last few weeks he has been speaking about how Jesus is no longer a baby. Tonight we “Crowned him King of Kings” as he rode his white horse in the last battle.

He used the scripture below to make his point. Revelation 19:11-16

11 I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war. 12 His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. 13 He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. 14 The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean. 15 Coming out of his mouth is a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations. “He will rule them with an iron scepter.”[a] He treads the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty. 16On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written:

   KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.

Jesus was born, lived for 33 years with a 3 year ministry. He died to save mankind, was resurrected, ascended into Heaven.

He is no longer a baby, or a child.

Jesus is alive and still on the throne.

As the words speak to us Armageddon is coming and we will be following Jesus riding on our white horses, dressed in fine linen, white and clean.

As we celebrate the his birth, be glad he was born, but remember he is our King without a crown of thorns. He is our Lord of Lords and no matter what anyone says, he is real and waiting. The battle may not be over, but he already won the war.

I am going to find my white horse. I am ready to ride.

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Sludge, Red Tape and Black Gold


Didn’t  think I would ever see it again. It was gone for sure. Lost in a sea of sludge and red tape. Here it is a few days before Christmas and it was like it came early.

Nope it was not Santa. No it was not my phone I have been waiting for ever for. No, it was not a new laptop I would like to have.

It was gas at $2.98 a gallon. It reminded me of when Jed Clampett discovered oil on his property:

Come 'n listen to my story 'bout a man named Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed
And then one day, he was shootin' at some food
And up through the ground come a bubblin' crude
Oil, that is, black gold, Texas tea

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire
Kin folk said, Jed, move away from there
Said, Californy is the place you oughta be
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly
Hills, that is, swimmin' pools, movie stars

Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin
They would like to thank you folks for kindly droppin' in
You're all invited back again to this locality
To have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality
Hillbilly, that is, set a spell, take your shoes off

Y'all come back now, hear?


On my trip to see my family there it was. I saw it for $2.98, $2.99, 3.03 and 3.05 in one town. I filled my car up at $2.98 cents a gallon. I felt like Jed Clampett; I had found my black gold.

I called my dad and told him how good it made me feel. For the first time in two years it was below $3.00 a gallon and I wanted to cry. Pumping the so-called cheap gas into my little PT Cruiser I could feel myself wanting to weep for joy.

It is a sad state when I applaud gas prices below $3.00 a gallon. The thoughts crossed my ethereal mind of how I was not lining the pockets of the big oil companies or the speculators. The over whelming excitement within my soul that maybe, just maybe their Bahama Cruise might be canceled due to lower gas prices was worth the trip.

This is certainly an unexpected treat right before Christmas. Considering the last 2 years the price of gas has hovered between $3.50 and almost $4.o0 a gallon where I live, it was a nice present. Not sure who this gift is from but I will surely accept it.

It almost seems absurd to be elated for gas prices to be under $3.00. I can remember when they were well below $1.00. We never thought about buying gas. Now, I play a game of checking the gas station marquis to find out how much I am donating to the Arab world and their extravagant lifestyles.

It is a blessing for those around me and you who are reading this that I am a Christian. The Soap Box of this Gasoline War runs long in my house.  The good news is I know that being a Child of God, no matter what the price of gas is or anything else for that matter, God will take care of me.

Philippians 4:19 says, “And my God shall supply all my needs according to his riches in Jesus Christ.”  In other words God is not concerned with the economy on earth. His riches come from Heaven and are infinite.

Anyway, I will take the few extra dollars I saved and put it to good use. I’ll use it to send Jed Clampett to the White House so he can become the new “Oil Czar.”

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It’s Christmas Dinner At My Uncle’s House, So Who Are These People?


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Family on my dad’s side come together for a Christmas Meal usually about a week before Christmas. We just returned from a house full at my Uncle’s.   I filled up on  Honey Baked Ham, macaroni and cheese, green beans, sweet potato casserole, potato salad, something else that was on my plate that I can’t remember. Dessert was home made banana pudding.

Over the years we have lost some dear family members and added some new. Some were missing today due to living elsewhere, recovering from exams, throwing their own party or watching the Panthers actually….I won’t say it.

From my great mathematics ability I counted about 25 of us there. Had all attended, the count would have been over 30. This was a landmark for us because last year at this time my dad was recovering from his 2nd surgery in 6 months and was unable to attend.  He is now the oldest of this group at the age of 85.  He lost his older brother in November 2010 to a heart attack. His 2 younger brothers were there; one a retired Presbyterian Minister and the other one who is a bachelor with all the money.

We are all so use to each other it is as if we pick up right where we left off especially for those like me who live 3 hours away. I was in college with my brother and  2 cousins all at the same time. While I was the freshman, my cousins were both Juniors and my brother was a Senior. We had one car between the 4 of us. Re-phrase: There was one car between the three of them because they never let me use it.  I made a point to remind them how this lack of transportation affected my college experience. None were the least bit sympathetic of their outright devotion to the ugliest brown Dodge Monaco on the planet. This boat of a car managed to get them to the “water hole” as it was called for useful time spent on one of 2 pinball machines and some very nasty beverages.  The “water hole” was a corner gas station that offered or still offers a place for the students to hang out in what I would describe as the usual dump. As the typical family feud over the car continued, they blamed each other for leaving me out on the street.

My Cousin Rick

All enjoyed our time together along with a great meal. Conversations rendered themselves to who is doing what, where and why and why isn’t everyone who is suppose to be there not there? After the meal some sat and yawned ready for their afternoon nap, others flew out the door to catch what was left of the Panthers game while others were in the kitchen cleaning up.

I looked around and saw faces that had aged, bellies that had grown and  kids that use to be shorter than me who were now in or out of college that I didn’t recognize.

Standard posture for our family who is close in proximity and heart. When you see each other all the time it doesn’t take long to be together except for those of us who live elsewhere. From one who lives 3 hours away it gives family a whole new meaning.

I am blessed to be a part of a group knit together as we are even in our differences. As the saying goes, “we are blood related” and it is thick.

God in his great mercy gave me a blood line tracing back to the 1700’s that I know of. The intricacies and interwoven connections are indisputably God’s doing. There is no way that my family came out of some “big bang theory.”

Gregg, My Sister Mary Anne and Vicki


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Santa Claus Is Coming To Town, But Will He Come To Your House?


Let’s just  ask ourselves a question. Have you been good enough this past year to warrant Santa coming to your house?

I can already hear the “Ummmm,,,,,well,,,,,,maybe?” What is the definition of good? According to Merriam Webster dictionary it is

“A favorable character or tendency, agreeable, fit, suitable, pleasant, virtuous, right, kind, benevolent, commendable….etc.” Did you get the picture? or should I draw one? No, then you really wouldn’t get it.

Growing up I never once thought I wasn’t good enough to get presents from anyone, much less Santa. Had that happened I would have been seriously offended. I was a terrible liar, always ate my dinner, and was the perfect daughter. Why wouldn’t I be good enough? (please don’t contact my parents for confirmation on this or I will find you.)

In my little mind, I did wonder about some of my friends. There were these two boys who lived across the street who were always mean, rude and had big mouths. No one liked them.

I could include my older brother. He never let me play with his toys especially his baseball caps and gun and holster set. He never let me go in his room. He was mean and always wanted to fight. I didn’t like him too much either.

My cousin who was also older always picked on me. He wasn’t mean but made fun of how short I was. I knew something wasn’t right with him when he brought home a baby alligator and made it his pet. His parents were not too happy about this. He had this huge wash pan he would fill up with water for the alligator to stay in. Then one hot summer day he went to check on him only to find he had dried up from lack of water and died.

So far my family is not fairing very well in the “good” department.

There are many religions floating around who expect people to be good enough for whatever it is they offer. I am so glad I don’t belong to any of those. As perfect as I may be I still wouldn’t be good enough.

How can that be? How can a particular religion decide who is good enough and who isn’t? And may I ask who does the deciding? Once the decision is made what is their reward? So many questions.

Is it someone who is better than the rest of us? Have they passed all of the tests? For that matter who wrote the tests? Whoosh. I am exhausted just thinking about how stressful that must be.

Following Jesus doesn’t require us to be “good enough.” We will never be good enough except through him. We have the option to accept him and his deliverance or take a very long trip to Hell, Michigan. http://hell2u.com. Hope you got that one. If not, let me know and I will explain.

Jesus came to save us. Not just some of us. All of us. And he doesn’t expect you to be perfect when you ask. In fact, he meets us where we are. Doesn’t matter what we have done or when we did it. If we all had to be perfect to ask, I guess no one would get in the pearly gates. That should tell you something.

While you ponder the difference between Christianity and those other religions, remember this. No other religion offers a Savior who died for you. No other religion can save you. No other religion offers the Love of God like our Heavenly Father. No other religion accepts you as you are.

No other religion has Jesus.


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The King of King Friendship Award


This morning as I was drinking my coffee and reading my emails I received one from Freedom Born; a wonderful Christian blogger who really gave me a great start for my day. She offered me the The King of King Friendship Award. Her link is http://www.freedomborn.wordpress.com.  Please check out her site as it is truly a gift from God.

This is how she presented it to me:

As my friend in the Lord and Sister, I would like to offer you personally The King of Kings Friendship Award…feel free to accept it or not, I know you clicked the like button as did a few others and I really appreciated your acceptance of my idea to uplift who we are in The Lord as the Body of Christ but I just wanted to make it more personal as I will do with the others who clicked like… we are one, we are family.

Anne, of  Freedom Born is from Queensland, Australia. How amazing is it that God created technology that we can make friends across the world? It behooves me to think of those who don’t believe in God or question it, as to how that could possibly happen. Knowing she is from a part of the world so far away and yet we share the same love for God is truly a miracle in itself. I have written often how creative God is. This is an example.

This is humbling. To be recognized by fellow Christians is a wonderful confirmation that the words God is bestowing upon my heart are reaching others. That is my goal.

God spoke to me this morning and told me to speak profoundly about how important it is for his people to seek him personally. It is the link missing in our churches today. Spending time alone with God, reading the words Jesus spoke, thanking him, and praising him for all the good in your life is paramount to everything. It is the glue that holds us together because without it, this life means nothing. And I say that from experience.

I share this award with all of you who have endeared my heart with your words, love and affection.  Maybe we have started our own revolution right here on Word Press.

The King of King Frienship Award



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WordPress, Blogging, Writing and a Revolution


These past few months I have been trying to blog everyday. Postaday2011 was the incentive.  Not that I have that much to say, but, oh…yes I do.

Blogging  is like writing what I am thinking about in the moment or if a revolution has appeared on the streets. (OWS) Those revolutions just seem to get me all riled up so a rant is needed to expose my zealous emotions for how un-sensible they are.

Blogging has become my passion. A few months ago it crossed my mind before I started how much I didn’t want to get involved with the obvious thoughts of others; especially those who may disagree with me.

Blogging does that.

As time passed, that nudging feeling kept creeping into my everyday life as if  I don’t have enough to do already. Somehow God’s nudge has become my message.

Writing for http://www.believersbay.com for the last year or so as a columnist got me thinking about this. The site is also on WordPress and presents a number of Godly  men and women who write whenever about God from a common sense standpoint. The editor and I are writing a book that we hope to finish by next summer.  That is if life would stop getting in the way so I could concentrate better.

I always wanted to be a writer. Had no idea what to write about until God showed me he wanted me to write about him. It has taken many years for me to know enough about God to be able to pursue putting it on paper. Or cyber space. Or the restaurant napkin. Or the grocery list.  Whatever.

Some of my topics have presented themselves as works of art; (don’t laugh). Others have been serious debates. One or two are strictly my opinions that may have lingered into temper tantrums.

Mostly, my blog posts have been to make a point about Jesus and how he has changed my life.  Re-phrase: or how he  is trying to change my life.  In genuine love I have tried to allow God’s humor to spill over into the scribble of the pages since he has been given a bad rap in the area as a clever comic.

You see, I see his humor. I am his humor. He laughs at us because he wants us to laugh at ourselves. God wants us to laugh with him. So why not write down his funny side so others can at least read it?

If you are like me, I never saw God as funny growing up. It was all “hellfire and ?”  So how was anyone going to see the sparkle of God’s love?

My understanding now of God is he is so creative and does it with such glee we are no match for his rivalry. Having said that, he would like us to learn he is far from grim, dour and gloomy.

You are smart enough to discern my journey has not been one of peaceful distinction. In fact my life seems to be marked by one crisis after another. Some are results of my big mouth; others simply fall into my lap without notice or permission.

Crisis finally sunk into my soul as a daily occurrence. Accepting crisis as a life sentence showed me to the door of God’s Comedy Club.  Once you enter, you will never be the same.

He may allow you to go through one maze after another, but he will shine his light with his whimsical genius so you can walk out laughing on the other side.

And while you are crawling this maze of survival, grab the latest piece of technology and start blogging.

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Copyright December 2011: For all you blogging burglars hear this. If you so much as think about stealing a word from one of my postings on this blog this is how you will suffer. First, you will read the entire Bible through. Then you will repent of your sins, get on your knees and ask Jesus into your life as your Savior.

Once done, I will proceed to flog you, place you in stocks for a week and then decide whether your fate will be by either throwing you into the Lion’s Den or hang you in the gallows. Either way at least I will know where you are going or I will be satisfied knowing your thieving soul was saved at the last-minute.


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Squirming Defenseless Sheep


What do you do when you find yourself in the middle of a whirlwind of opinions? How do you handle the act one puts on to force others to get what they want and you know they are absolutely wrong? What if you have all the needed information but are actually on the sidelines?

Use to be I managed very well at getting myself into trouble simply by trying to make things happen. It does not work. Don’t try it.

In the end you find a bigger mess and you are the one sinking in that boat with a hole in it. Now I can say that a few episodes of disillusionment may have worked in my favor, but there were always consequences that followed.

Not that I would boast about the many boyfriends I had, but some of those were results of entrapment. I am not proud of my genius for taking prisoners, but as the saying goes, “it is often about the chase.” And then it would be over for me. Quickly I would find out they were useless, whiners or boring.  The end being I left a trail of “broken hearts.” Oh yea, right. For every heart I may have broken, my own heart was broken by someone else.

I think the saying is “what goes around comes around?” I should slap myself.

It is so nice to be older and much wiser. yes, I am talking about me. But you have to understand how young and stupid I was to be able to say that now.  I think I will say it again with quotations this time. “It is so nice to be older and much wiser.”

You see, I learned from all those mistakes. If you make so many of them you are either bound to get it right or your on/off switch is broken in the off position.

God doesn’t want us to make things happen.  Why? Because he knows how it will turn out. If he isn’t leading the pack, they will miss their dinner.

We are followers. That is why Jesus calls us “sheep.”  Defenseless, timid creatures.  If he wanted us to sit on his throne I guess he would have made us all queens? Oh and a few kings for all you men out there.

Following Jesus is so much easier than making all those heavy decisions myself.

That way I can just sit back with a nice, hot  cup of coffee with Peppermint Mocha cream in it and let God lead Santa and his reindeer on their yearly, worldwide extravaganza. That way I don’t worry if Santa has an accident.  I wonder if Santa knows God flies with him? Why wouldn’t he? After all, God is a giver isn’t he?

No matter what the issue, God always does it better than we do. Sometimes he might not do it as fast as we would like, but there comes that teachable word again! Patience!  God must get a kick out of watching us squirm while we wait on him, because he is so slow sometimes!(lol)

God is also creative and somewhat crafty in his design for us. Just when I think I have figured out how he is going to accomplish this great task before me, he manages to surprise me again. I have made it into a game with him. I try to tell him how he is going to plot revenge at my neighbor only to find out he wants me to be nice to them.  You know that line that says, “Love thy Neighbor.”

God is a God of variety, fun, humor and he actually knows what he is doing.  Isaiah 55:8 says, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD.

I will say it again. I am so glad God is God.

The next time you want to throw rocks at someone or take the air out of their tires, why don’t you ask God first? And when you get an answer to those questions, please let me know. I would love to hear what God has to say about that.