For What It Is Worth.

 For What It Is Worth.

 

Lance and family are going to be here tomorrow, so the old woman got busy this morning and went through with the vacuum and mop. Not that it makes all that much difference by the time she went outside with the dogs and tracked back inside. Oh well. Life goes on and dirt happens.

 

Made a cheesecake to go with the blueberries in the fridge. Then sat down and could not remember putting in the sweetner. Argh! This is like Jennifer having to make two recipes of butter rolls because she forgot the sugar in the first batch! See, we are related! Maybe it will be good with the fresh blueberries!

 

Can’t decide if chicken tenders from Chicken Express would be better than a couple of cooked chickens from United, but will make up my mind later. Chicken Express has fried okra and good gravy!

 

Did something really stupid with my sewing machine, so Sterling told me to get out the WD-40 and some Q-tips to clean up the bobbin and other areas. One should never sew over an area of glue! Duh. Silly ol’ woman!

 

This little heater bought online does not exactly heat up the room, but it is not cold in here, either. Not sure if it is supposed to actually warm the room or just keep the chill off. It would not do to warm up the bathroom, however. It is small and puts out a small amount of heat. Guess it will do for this office.

 

Reading through the book of John, it makes me smile and shake my head sometimes at what even a blind man was able to say to the Jews and Pharisees. And when they had put the formerly blind man from the synagogue, Christ came and found him and asked him if he believed. The man worshipped Christ right then and there. It sounds so easy when it is written down in such short terms, but this man had no other to convince him. His lack of sight and then being given sight was enough to tell him that this man was, indeed, the Christ. We are so blessed to have this book, this Bible, to show us what kind of man Christ was while he walked among those who did not know or want to know him. For most of us, our parents and grandparents taught us as much as they knew about Christ. It has not depended on some great revelation or some experience that shook us to the core. Every morning our eyes are opened to this world and a new day. Rest comes easily for us because we know that, should it be our last sleep, we will open our eyes in His kingdom. How could we not have faith? Do our children have this assurance? Let us remind them as we are able. No one will throw us from a synagogue or from the church doorsteps. We have His promises. Praise God!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.