My “To Do” list for when I get to Heaven is growing. The first hundred years, I want to stand on the Mount of Olives overlooking the New Jerusalem and praise God for His faithfulness and loving kindness and mercy to me. Then I have to find Ezekiel. I have to tell him that I read his book, and that what he said set me free from believing that I was under a curse from my father. I don’t know…..
The turkey was late for Thanksgiving dinner, so we put a football game on TV. It was just starting, and a young man stood up to sing the National Anthem. My husband and I stood up and put our hands over our hearts while we listened to the National Anthem. In a group of almost a dozen, we were the only ones. Corny, I know. But I miss corny. I miss old America. That’s my husband and I, the old…..
One of my many favorite Bible stories is found in Mark 4:24-39. It’s the story of the Syro-Phoenician woman, a Greek, not a Jewess, who came to Jesus because her daughter was possessed by a demon. She fell at His feet. “First, let the children eat all they want,” He told her, “for it is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” “Yes, Lord,” she replied, “but even the dogs under the table eat…..