Faith

For 30 years, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I have lived here in Florida, enjoying the beautiful weather. The other morning, I got up, got my coffee, and sat down to begin the day.

My offspring were trying to bring a loveseat in my house. They didn’t want it any longer and had offered it to me. Now, it was hung in my front door. I was helpless to do anything but pray. That I did. It was just too tight. There it was, the widest part of it. It just wouldn’t budge. I prayed some more. My daughter started taking the leg off of it. Then, it slid right on through the door. Soon, it was sitting it the designated spot. My eyesight isn’t what it used to be. But, I had a few things, I wanted to repair. And a few others I needed to take up a bit, to make them smaller. I couldn’t seem to get the thread to go through the needle. When, my bonus daughter came in; she did it for me. I could do my work, now. (Incidentally, she has proven to be a real gift from God.) Many years ago, my bathroom floor was new. But, over time, it had come apart at the seam, in the doorway,. I had tried all kinds of things to fix it. Nothing worked. Finally, I took some Contac paper and covered it. It almost exactly matched the floor. God had helped me, again.

The greatest joy I have every morning is not only getting up but also stepping in my office. I step inside, pause for a moment, and look around at all the books on my shelves. I have almost 10,000 books. And yes, I read every one of them. Well, except for commentaries and dictionaries.

Although the year is new, I’m still an old geezer. I think I know what geezer means, but I’m not sure what the definition of “old” is. One person’s old is another person’s youth. Believe me, I don’t know the difference.

My husband and I moved our house to it’s present position, years before his death. There were three small trees just behind it. Thinking they would make a good shade; I was glad, they were there. I learned something startling about one of them lately!