Summer

The hot dry summer has parched the land and dried up the ink in my pen...it has turned my thoughts to dust and I can write no more.

I'm ready for a downpour to lift my spirit and refresh my hope…to float my boat.

I should go out and buy new windshield wipers as an expression of faith. I don’t want to be unprepared…I don't want to be without oil for my lamp.

Thank you, Lord Jesus

For you are the gift that keeps on giving

You are the living water that quenches my thirst

Amen

It Rained In My Field

A little rain fell in my field today and quenched the thirsty ground.  I couldn’t help but feel blessed when I stopped and thought that I was born in a place where I can drink clean water from the tap or go to the refrigerator and eat anything I want…any time I want.   I have a roof over my head and a dry warm bed in which to sleep.  All this is a result of nothing I did.  All this was given to me totally undeserved.  Everything I have from my toes to my teeth to my talent is a result of God’s grace…and then…there is the most gratuitous gift of all…salvation.

Dear Lord Jesus

Please give me a little latitude

When it comes to my attitude

For it’s not just a platitude

When I praise You for your magnitude.

Amen.