Faith

I woke up with these words going over and over in my mind. “A better way.” I had been trying, to learn the correct way, to remove some nose pieces. They were attached to the head gear straps. They fit over my head, for the cpap machine. I always had trouble getting them off. I had been shown how.

How often have we felt under resourced, out of energy, lacking in talent and with nothing left to give? The truth is that those feelings represent our flesh and natural thinking, not our spirit man.

Once upon a time, we looked forward to reading books and the Sunday paper. The encyclopedias held the mysteries of life in all forms. My curiosity seemed unquenchable. Now we can just type a question and an answer surfaces.

In every fruit there is a seed. In every seed there is a harvest. In every harvest there is provision and in God’s provision there is more seed to sow. The righteous gives and does not spare. (Prov. 21:26) Giving is the fruit of righteousness.

The other day I remembered something; that happened, weeks ago. It had been funny and I laughed out loud. Suddenly, I felt better physically. It reminded me of something Reader’s Digest used to print: Laughter, Good Medicine. Then I thought about, a scripture in the Bible.

It was Thursday, and as usual, I was busy working on weekend projects. My biggest project, of course, was my Sunday sermon. Most people don't understand the amount of hard work that goes into preparing a Sunday sermon. And I work hard.

What time is it? Can you spare five minutes? It’s the greatest gift anyone can give, given the magnitude of measuring the presence of another. In that moment in time, all of us, knowingly or unknowingly, are transformed as we too make a difference acknowledged by our Heavenly Father.

I did it again. My emergency call button, was gone. I have been so sick; that I have been wearing it, all of the time. Now what? I looked everywhere; I thought it would be. But, I couldn’t find it. I looked on the last blouse I had worn. Not there. Finally, I decided to look on it, again.

“… ‘Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay.

A long time ago an old woman tripped and fell from the top of the stone stairway in Boston as she was coming out of the police station. They called the patrol and carried her to the hospital and the doctor after examining her said to the nurse, 'She will not live more than a day.'