We went to two church services last Sunday and again this Sunday. I wanted to go to the church where I work (Pentacostal) and my husband wanted to go to the Presbyterian church which is close by our home. The kids wanted to go to the Chapel. What a mess! The services were all good. No complaints. I do prefer the music at the Presbyterian but being the "leader" that I am, I know what I believe and I don't believe in baptizing babies. They had a baby baptism last week. It was more like a dedication, but still, it was contrary to scripture.

The service at the Pentacostal church was on being salt with saltiness. I'm challenged to be responsible for my own spiritual growth. I'm challenged to spend time in the garden, like the Lord when He went to pray with to the Father. I'm going to do this. Meditation is good.

The Lord is good. Tonight, as I was filling a pot to boil for spaghetti, the tap ran dry. I ran out to the shed and tested the tap and looked at the pump (we're on tank water - rain water) and I thought "no way, we're out of water." The ironic thing is that we live in a valley where the rain is horrendous. We live near the water catchment for the whole of Auckland is. How could we be out of water? We have one shower a day. The kids less. We wash clothes but don't water the garden. It's unbelievable. We get so much rain here. It's going to cost a couple hundred dollars to get water trucked in. The landlords are going to check the drain pipes to see if there is a blockage. I just have to laugh, and thank the Lord for enough water for the spaghetti!  The kids are horrified to have to haul water from the creek. They are so spoiled.

Be thankful for water.

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