Faith

Did you ever have a morning when everything went exactly as you planned? Well, neither have I. I plan my schedule to include everything I need for the day.

A young woman who runs a power sewing machine for fifty hours a week in a factory tells the following story of her married life. 'My husband, left an orphan, never had a chance to go to school or learn a trade. He is a teamster and makes very little money, but he loves me enough to trust me with all that he earns. My husband does not go to bars or places of that sort, and he never goes out on the town without me. Do you think that it hurts me that he cannot give me fine clothes when every day he tells me that I am the best thing God ever gave him? Every night he kisses my hands that have worked so hard all day long. We have been married for many years now, and never a cross word. I did not know that anyone could be so happy.

We left the hospital and I sat back, with relief. It seemed like, it had been a month, since I had been home. That’s because, I had gone through a series of tests and a procedure, for a life threatening health problem. It had left me weak, shaky and wobbly on my feet.

A gentleman who thought Christianity was merely a heap of puzzling problems, said to an old minister, 'That is a very strange statement, Jacob have I loved, but Esau have I hated.' 'Very strange,' replied the minister; 'but what is it that you see most strange about it?'

I will confess that I am crazy, but I didn’t get there by myself. Somebody has been driving me crazy.

I reclined in my easy chair, my coffee on the table beside it. I started my Bible reading where I left off, yesterday. Then, something grabbed my attention. Men were using trash, to save a man’s life. Trash? Yes, trash!

When I was young, one of my life priorities was “My Space.” I defended it with everything I had. In school, I had to defend “My Space.” Several times, I even had to go to the principal’s office and explain what “My Space” was all about.