“Children always think they can control things they can’t.”
“The Road Home,” by Richard Paul Evans
I am a child of God. And like a child, I think I can control things. I can’t. (Especially my mouth.)
I like making people laugh. I said something I thought was funny. The others didn’t get it. They were horrified. (Sigh.)
I woke up knowing God forgave me and He forgot about it. But Satan sure didn’t. He pounded me with guilt.
Mom called and asked for David. (It was the second time this week.) She’s having her deck stained and bought the stain from him.
Our daughter Laura called, and you guessed it, asked for David. She wanted to buy a ladder.
The crops went in so late this year that I won’t pray for an early, killing frost. Some days I just want to go to bed and not wake up until Christmas.
Ezekiel 19:14, “…This is a sad song, a text for singing the blues.” The Message
“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts or measure words, but pour them all right out just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them keep what is worth keeping and then with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away.” George Eliot.
August 9, 2019: Ezekiel 17-19.
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