Prayer Reflections
By Roberta Ley
"Please, God, give me this one thing and I'll never ask you for anything else again.” Does that sound familiar? Have you ever prayed that prayer? Did it get answered? I would hazard to guess that it did not. One reason why, I think, may surprise you. First of all, why are you in a situation that such a prayer is necessary? Have you reduced God to being your last resort? So many people, Christians included, have put God in the same classification as that little glass box you see on the wall in office buildings; you know the one that has the fire hose and says "In case of emergency, break glass.” He is only there to help us once we have gotten ourselves in so deep that it will take divine intervention to get out.
What Manner of Woman are you?
By Brenda Jackson
Manner – means a habit, custom; to be accustomed to doing something; a way of life; or manner of life! What is your Manner of life? What is your Manner of thought? Are you made up of God’s love, power and his word? Has your Manner been customized by God?
Changing
By Joy Thomas
When I bought the house, the fruit trees were already dying. The wild grapevines overwhelmed them and had blocked the light. I wanted to put in new trees, but clearing the vines and killing the grapevine roots proved too big a job for me. I prayed for help. One day, my neighbor hired a tree service to remove some trees along the fence. Here was help coming right to my backyard! I walked out to the pasture and asked the tree man to remove the dead trees. He gave me a good price. He also encouraged me to get a few goats to keep the ivy under control.
No Time
By Lisa Bell
Buzzzzzzz. Oh no! Not again. How could she sleep through thirty minutes of such annoyance? Her eyes focused and she noticed him in silence.
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Wisdom from Mamas Kitchen
By Ruth Bomar
In my mother’s one-pivot kitchen, she could place her foot in the center and pivot to the stove, sink, fridge or table. Bright orange linoleum covered the floor, something Mama would mop with vigor, stand back approvingly, and then sigh with satisfaction. Every day enticing aromas filled our small home from my mother’s central command: beans, onions, garlic, chile, tortillas. As a child I never had to wonder what to do, my mother’s voice ordered me to action. “Chop the onion in tinier pieces, squeeze more out of these limes, get the dog out of here, and put the guacamole on the table. Stand up straight.”
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