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The Lord has blessed this week! (of course, the Lord blesses every week, every day, every HOUR...but this week it seems, well, Obvious. Last Sunday night, the neighbors gathered as a fire truck, ambulance, and police car came onto our block. I knew that the young woman who lived in the upstairs apartment of the house next door, had been in the hospital gravely ill a couple of weeks ago. It was funny: each of the neighbors "filled in" a little of the information. I had known she was disabled, but they parked the car in the back of the house (most of us neighbors greet each other "on the porch" or getting into the car to go on our way), so we didn't see so much of them. Another neighbor said they thought she had MS or Multiple Sclerosis. Her downstairs neighbor said she had had a lung transplant eight years ago, and Sarah's folks told her that a transplant is good for 7-9 years. At that point, I thought she probably had Cystic Fibrosis--a 20-year old with a double lung transplant suggested that to me. When the ambulance left with no Sarah and no siren, and the policeman stayed until the Coroner's van arrived, I knew what had happened. But with all the "bits" of info, no one offered a clue whether or not she knew the Lord. Another example of the urgency we *need* to feel, as witnesses of His love and His yearning to find his "lost sheep." Out of this event, however, Alvin Fernald was able to speak with Sarah's stepson, and prayed with him to accept the Lord. Last night, we took him to Youth Group, where he was again prayed with. ********************* Sunday was Graduation Recognition at church, so the youth pastor spoke. At the end of his sermon, he called his seven-year old up to the platform, where he Jumped up into his Daddy's arms. He rested completely, laying his head on Daddy's shoulders. The pastor asked us, "is this what your relationship with Jesus looks like?" Pow. Right in the kisser. As I thought about it, I think that my relationship with Jesus looks more like, Here I am, doing my thing, and Jesus is walking beside me. If I need help, I'll let you know, thanks very much. But, as a Grown Woman, and a Mom for 32 years, I have my "job" dowm pretty well. Yet, I am Worrier Supreme. not Warrior Supreme, W-O-R-R-I-E-R. And that should not be. How many Bible verses say Don't Worry or Take No Thought? Last night at Bible Study, I heard of three (among many) struggling with desperate illness. Grief surrounds me. Unemployment. Relationship issues. And here I was, worried because my air conditioning was p**ping out, and the forecast calling for 90's for the next few days? Well, we changed the filter on the a/c, and Charming hosed out the outside part. Now we're back to full cooling. The Lord nudging, "just keep it clean, silly!" My marriage? Great. My kids? Having the luxury of growing up slowly, getting to be "kids." All of us well in body. No Crises. Me worried about the price of gasoline, or paying for school stuff, or whether...? Hopefully, not anymore, any time soon. |
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Posted by Anonymous
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