Faith

This week, I had to do something I hadn't done before: go to the bank and deal with fraud in my checking account. Someone tried to write a check for $1800 from my account. Fortunately, I didn't have that much money in my account, and I was a little provoked by this incident. How dare they!

They told me that I wouldn’t need a driver, after my test. But, the last fifteen minutes were rough. I was lying in an uncomfortable position, with an empty stomach. After the third stick, she finally got the IV started. Then, at the end she had put something in the IV. This was for the stress part of the test. It wasn’t pleasant. And I still couldn’t move.

I have determined to stop complaining. I refuse to give in to a bad attitude. I have chosen to be thankful and expectant in the goodness of God. When Israel was delivered from Egypt, they quickly grew weary of God’s intervention to save them and chose to complain.

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and her wonderful husband celebrate 53 years of marital bliss this year. What an accomplishment.

I've lived long enough to realize that things usually go their own way. I may want something to go one way, but eventually, it all boils down to going the other way.

We had been to Lufkin and now we were on the way home. It seemed like there was an awful lot of traffic for a country highway. But, it was Friday and close to five o’clock. So, I just figured it was because of that. Many people work in the city and live in the country. There had been some construction near here, on the way up. I was watching for it. But, the oil was wet on the other side of the road, now. We were driving on what was wet oil on the way to Lufkin. So, I thought they must have finished up and gone home.

I was resting in my recliner, when I received a text message. It was from my Oklahoma son in love. He said, “We are all here, going out to eat. Come join us.” What? Is this a joke? I can’t just drive to Oklahoma, to eat out with my family. I could never drive that far, anyway.