Daily Archives: October 24, 2011
When Your Hut’s On Fire
> The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions.
> One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, ‘God! How could you do this to me?’
> Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! ‘How did you know I was here?’ asked the weary man of his rescuers. ‘We saw your smoke signal,’ they replied.
> The Moral of This Story: It’s easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn’t lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering. Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground, it just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.
> P.S. You may want to consider passing this on, because you never know who feels as if their hut is on fire today…
I went and got my drug screen done this morning for court. One thing down on my list of things to do for everything and everyone. I’m bushed already.
Got up at 5:45 to get Sara up and going for school. That girl wakes up slower than a ten-year itch!! Almost hit a guy on a bike on his way heading for campus. I didn’t see him and he was riding right out in the road. It was dark out still and he didn’t have any reflectors. It would have been my fault though.
It about gave me a heart attack and probably him too! I told Sara that I was not rushing around anymore to get her to school on time just because she took 45 minutes for remove herself from the bed! Next time I will do what Mark said to and pour water on her, lol!!
After I dropped her off, I went to the lab so they could cut my hair :( I don’t have all that much left as it is and I hate having to lose any more of it than I have to. But, at least that’s done with.
I’ve got to go start getting the coffee made for Mark and figure out what to make him for breakfast and what he can take for his lunch/dinner tonight. I hope he gets a day off soon ’cause he is dead off his feet, poor baby! He has worked four 12 hour shifts in succession.
Just wanted to shoot off a quick note to everyone and let you know that I’m pretty busy but will catch up with you all just as soon as I can!!
Always remember that Jesus died for us because He loves us!
Peace and blessings,
The bread that you store up belongs to the hungry; the cloak that lies on your chest belongs to the naked; and the gold that you have hidden in the ground belongs to the poor.
And he said, I will make all my goodness pass before thee, and I will proclaim the name of the LORD before thee; and will be gracious to whom I will be gracious, and will show mercy on whom I will show mercy.
The King James Version
There is a story about trust in God‘s promises that comes from F. W. Boreham. Boreham tells about an episode during the early days of his ministry in Australia. He went to call on one of his elderly parishioners. Entering the room where the old man lay, he noticed a chair pulled up beside the man’s bed. “I see that I am not your first visitor today,” said Boreham. The old man then began to explain the presence of the empty chair. He said that when he was a small boy, he had difficulty praying. His pastor suggested that he overcome this difficulty by placing an empty chair in front of himself when he prayed, and by simply pretending that Jesus was sitting in that chair like an attentive friend. He said he had maintained that habit ever since. Boreham left the house a short while later. A few days later, however, then man’s daughter came to tell him that he was dead. “I was out of the room only for a short time,” said the daughter. “When I returned, he was gone. There was no change in him except I noticed that his hand was on the chair.”
When you were little
you were my angel-pie
As the saying goes
apple of my eye
Then got so ornery
I would often sigh
There were many times
laughed ’til we cry
Now all grown up
in your mind’s eye
And again my patience
you do often try
But no matter what
up until I die
You will forever be
my little angel-pie!
I love you Sara Jayne!
Teresa Marie (Mom) 10/24/11