So this morning I am finding myself singing the old John Denver song….Hey it’s Good to be Back Home Again..sometimes this old house feels like a long lost friend, so hey it’s good…to be back home again. And you can thank me later if those lines rattle around in your head. All. Day. I spent…
There’s a world of hurt out there today, in case you hadn’t noticed. Between lunch time and bed time yesterday, I received at least a half dozen prayer requests for hurting hearts. Death… Change… Illness… And for each need, I want desperately to offer words of hope and encouragement. I want to pray effective prayers…
Just came from the 7:00 AM prayer service at church. And I could get used to morning prayer at church…you just heard the staff collectively shake their heads and shout NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…but it’s ok…I always have church at our table, so I’m good to go. There is something about coming together though. Coming together with more…