The Rest of the Story


Earlier this summer, Emilie our daughter wanted to have a Bible Study at our home. She would lead and I would hostess. Which means, I cook way to much food and feed people.

I love feeding people. The study we were going to do was by Stormie O’Martian called “The Power of the Praying Wife.” I have done this book so many times and it has changed my life every single time. There is something about sitting and praying for someone each day that is just life changing.(I am doing the book, Praying for your Adult Children now.)

I am going to back up a bit. When Ron changed jobs a year ago, it was to do custom programming using a language called Ignition. About 5 years ago, he took classes and had learned and studied this, but businesses were just not all that happy to change to something new.

The place he changed jobs to, was going to be using it and he jumped on board. Then he was told, nope, nada, no way ever! The team was already formed and Ron was not going to be on it. He was disappointed of course, but he really has such a nice attitude about things, he just goes on being the best person he can be.


There were so many things leading up to this. Our Bible study started. I started praying for him every morning. It seems like over night it happened, but they did a bunch of reorganization and next thing you know, he is working in town, on that dream team doing Ignition. I feel still in shock that God would do this for us. I must tell you though,

We are the only people in the world that he gets this huge job promotion and a pay cut too. It makes me laugh, I don’t know why, other than it keeps me from exalting myself.

I think what all of this teaches me is this quote from C.S. Lewis.

“It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.” C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory.


One of the things that is different from when I was younger, which is one of the reasons, I love being 60 is that I have all of this past history with the God. He has delivered me from every trial, He has never left me one single second at any time. He continues to bless me in spite of me, because He is Good. I may not understand the whys or reasons, but He continues to be faithful in every single situation. Even when I am not. Hardly ever if you want to know the truth of things.

I have an old book by Catherine Marshall on my bookshelf. Its called Adventures in Prayer. I think if anything, I am learning to let go just a tiny bit more than I did in my 50s.

I still try more often than not to tell God his business. But there are sometimes when I do obey.

Thank you for stopping by,

I appreciate it.


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The Lord is my shepherd,

I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures.

He leads me beside quiet waters,

he restores my soul.

He guides me in the paths of


For his name sake.

—Psalm 23: 1-3







Sunday Morning Thoughts


I hope you are having a nice Sunday morning. Its cooled off a tiny bit. I walked outside and I could smell that smell that I always connect with school starting. I have been reading Streams in the Desert for years and years. I think it was the very first devotional I bought when I became a Christian. I am so glad I did because it became a part of who I am today. I became acquainted with teachers that have been gone hundreds of years if not more. Some I wish I knew more about like Annie Johnson Flint. I love her poetry.

IMG_1547.JPG On August fifth each year my favorite thing to read is this poem by dear Miss Annie. (I call her that in my mind.)

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,

He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;

To added afflictions He addeth His mercies,

To , multiplied  trials His multiplied peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,

When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,

When we reach the end of our hoarded resources

Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

His love has no limit. His grace has no measure;

His power no boundary known unto men;

For out of His infinite riches in Jesus

He giveth and giveth and giveth again.


A long time ago, I made that into wall hanging with counted cross stitch and it has hung in my house for years and years. It still means that much to me, except now, I know so much more that these words are full of truth.

I started a Bible Study this week by Jennifer Rothchild. It is on Psalm 23. We started with one verse. “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.” Nine words. Those nine words have made me think and ponder all week. At different times different thoughts will come in, like “I will not want.” Every time my thoughts might stray to something I don’t need,

that will come in like a fog horn. Or The Lord is My shepherd. Not someone down the street, or anyone else, but my shepherd. Just some thoughts I wanted to get out of my head.

Have you ever noticed that about blogging? How much it helps to think out-loud?

It didn’t take me quite as long to write this post, so maybe I am finally starting to figure this out. It seems to be a very nice platform. The only thing that is hard is the operator errors that have nothing to do with the platform that is Word Press.

Have a lovely new week,



015“Never turn God’s facts in into hopes, or prayers, but simply use them as realities, and you will find them powerful as you believe them.”

—Prebendary H.W. Webb Peploe