"Nevertheless"

Walking is such a simple thing.   Most of us get it down  pretty good before we are even a year old.   We have some occasional bumps and spills, but for the most part, we get it conquered.   Of course, when we are babies, and we trip or fall, we don't have far to go before we hit the floor and bounce on our butts and every one laughs and thinks we're so cute.  So we laugh too. But we are so proud of ourselves for learning to walk! It's a bit different the older we get.   Walking may be easier for us, but falling can be disastrous.  The consequences can be pretty bad.  Broken bones, bruises, embarrassment, doctor bills.  Ugh.  Nobody is laughing then. But walking worthy of God? I'm a Christian.  Jesus loves me.  I love Jesus.   That's a simple step. I'm a Christian and I'm going through some super tough times and it's getting really hard to stay focused on acting like Jesus and walking just became hard work.    I feel like I'm alw

Do you pray for miracles? I guess that's a silly question.   We all want to see miracles happen in our lives.  I pray almost daily for miracles of all sorts.  There is a story in Genesis about Abraham and Sarah.   They had given up on having a child, yet in their old age God blessed them with a miracle baby! They even named this baby Isaac, because even the idea of being pregnant in her 90's made Sarah laugh out loud. Isaac's name means laughter. Today we would say she LOL'd.  He was the joy of her life. His very existence brought joyfulness and happiness and gladness into their lives. The miracle she had prayed for unceasingly in her younger and barren years ... the miracle she had given up on ever happening ... she now held in her arms. God had answered their prayers in His own time and for His own purpose.  In the process, He also proved to Abraham and Sarah that He could do anything. Anything. He proved that nothing was impossible for Hi

A few days ago I walked out  my front door and there was a piece of paper laying on my doorstep. I picked it up wondering what the what!? There was a message on it from a stranger asking me to call him.  He wanted to talk with me about the concrete bench that has been sitting in my front yard for years.  It's been there from way before I owned this house. I had jury duty and was on my way to the court house to do my duty (which is a whole 'nother story), so I didn't call right then. I forgot about it for a day or two.  When it came to my mind again, I picked up my phone and called. The gentleman that answered the phone told me that his wife's great great grandfather had actually made the bench.   He wanted to buy it, if I would sell it, because it was their anniversary and he wanted to surprise her with it. I thought about it and said "sure, why not?"  We agreed on a price and he said he would be back in touch and come pick it