It’s about a guy who is stuck on his roof in a floor and prays to God for help. A couple of different ways come by to help him – he declines them all, saying basically, “No, I’m good. God is going to help.” End of the story, he dies. He gets to Heaven and asks God, “Why didn’t you save me?”
I had to take Silas to lessons and offered to fill up the gas cans while I was out. I don’t know why I did. Moment of no brain, I guess. I can’t ever open those stupid gas cans. Went to fill them up, got so freaking MAD at how cold it was and I couldn’t feel my fingers that I put the gas cans back up, drove to Taco Bell and warmed up, got back out in the parking lot, unscrewed 3 of the 4 cans out of sheer anger and determination to not fail and then got even more blistered that I knew that meant I had to fill them up again.
Mine is more simple: Just talk to Jesus more – and be more willing to put the words on paper He wants me to share. Whatever that means – and however hard they are. Not everything needs to be shock and awe. It doesn’t need a cliffhanger or a climax. I’m not writing a murder mystery or telling a Sherlock story with some insane plot twist. I’m just talking to Jesus – and I’ll share that along the way.
Putting into words what life really hands you. My experience's and the positive side.
The world view from my perch
Weightloss, Health, fitness and mindfulness.
Daily Thoughts and Meditations as we journey together with our Lord.
