The Squirrel and the Power Guy

I was working on a lesson for my Wednesday night class today when there was a loud BOOM and the power went out. I thought, hmmm, that sounded like a transformer. Squirrel? I looked out the window and sure enough, there was a big, fat, although quite motionless squirrel hanging over the side of the transformer. Poor thing. Never even knew what hit him. I called the power company and within an hour or so, Mr. Power Guy was in my backyard with a very long stick, knocking Mr Squirrel to the ground, restoring power to my house. I thought,"Wow. Power restored. Problem fixed. That was easy." And an illustration was born. Funny thing, I had literally prayed a couple of hours earlier that God would send me ideas and illustrations as I prepared my lessons. So......
Sometimes we are in a "spiritual rut" for whatever reason... trials come, our emotions rule us, we've been offended and become bitter and unforgiving, circumstances rob us of our joy, the list is endless. Whatever the reason, Satan has come along and "knocked out our power". We may realize this, so then we begin struggling and striving to get back to where we were. We think the matter depends on us. Or that if we could change our circumstances, things would seem better and we would be happier and closer to God. Usually it's so much simpler. The Power Guy. He has that long arm that He uses to reach down and rescue when He hears there's a power outage. Don't misunderstand; He's well aware of any and all outages. He's just waiting for us to report ours. Then He loves nothing better than to knock that satanic squirrel off our situation and restore power to our being.
Crazy squirrel. He never saw it comin'. That Power Guy rocks.

I like Art Bush

It was a great day at Cedar Creek today. We had a wonderful time of worship and I enjoyed meeting and chatting with a visitor named Cherise from Hamilton. She loves CC and says she comes to worship with us when she needs a "shot in the arm". I wish she'd come for her shot every week--she is so sweet!
Art Bush was with us today, sharing the gift of his smooth voice with us. I always enjoy hearing him. He is so humble and the message of his music always comes through clearly, because he wants to bring glory to God and not himself. I love that about him. The only trouble today was, he didn't sing long enough!
He sang "I Can Only Imagine", while a very moving video played. It showed a man in a nursing home longing for his wife who had gone on to heaven. Then it showed him passing away and going on to join his wife. I was sitting by my Dad, and we lost Mom a couple years ago. I was thinking of how much he must want to go be with her, and how much I miss her too, yet how happy she must be there. We were both crying. I never quite know what to do for Dad at those times. I can't imagine losing my husband, and we've only been married half as long as Mom and Dad were. I guess the lessons are obvious. Love and cherish your loved ones while you can. And be grateful that this life is not all there is! Praise God for that!

A good day!

Hey everybody! (Actually, "hey, you two", because probably only Soren and maybe a friend or two will see this intoductory post) Welcome to my humble ablog. I am intrigued by this whole thing and though I don't lead a particularly extrordinary life and therefore have little to write about that anyone would be interested in, I have recently been thinking that it would be fun to just write for the sake of writing and get some of these thoughts out that swirl around in my head.
I had a wonderfully full day which included some of my favorite things....coffee; a trip to Anchor Room, our christian bookstore; lunch with an acquaintance-turned-friend; pie after lunch (with coffee); an evening at the Auburn Fair with my family and good friends, which included a hot apple dumpling ala mode and....coffee and some live country music. Lady Antebellum rocks!
God is very good to me and I am blessed!