We should always make time for prayer and Bible study. The last few weeks my life has been sort of jumbled. It gets that way for everyone, but for an old man that would just as soon sit in a rocker on a front porch, it can be very disruptive. Still, though I have continued in my Bible study, though in smaller amounts and hardly any time for posting comments.
Anyway- though I strive to remember to be thankful to God always in my prayers, I do want to post a thankfulness for His care. Lord, I try to never forget my unworthiness. I’ve never deserved your forgiveness and I certainly don’t deserve blessings, but You have never let me down. When I’ve been in my deepest dumps, You’ve always pulled me through. When I thought I could no longer carry on, You carried me.
Just in the past week (a little over a week) Satan has built so many walls, but I have watched as the Lord tore down one wall after the other. The homeless family have been getting a new lease on life. No home- now the promise of a nice home (probably ready within a week). No job- now a good chance to start to work soon. No car- the promise of a job comes with a ride, plus the wife may babysit, and the lady she will sit for will let her use her car while babysitting and her husband is at work. Being homeless and pregnant, it was no surprise that she was seriously under-weight, but she also had a blood clot on her placenta. Then we discovered a problem with toxemia, imbalanced hormones, and a blood disorder. On top of that, her Medicaid had been reassigned to some new branch called Magnolia, and it required a co-pay. Her medicines were very expensive, so the co-pay portions were really tough on an empty budget, but the Lord pulled us through.
No matter what wall Satan builds, the Lord is stronger than our enemy. A home, job, and transportation in the works. She is still underweight, but better than before. The other health issues are under control and medication for the time being, but more prayers are certainly needed and appreciated.
I also want to express a thankfulness for my brother, Stanley. I had a family staying with me in the past, but my family thought it best for me not to. The house was my mother’s and now belongs to us four siblings. My siblings think I am too free-handed (they’re probably right). So I never said anything to this homeless family about staying with me, and they never asked me, and I didn’t ask my brother, but my brother was the one who suggested it, so I took that as a sign from God. Then when my finances were badly going under from expenses (including the medical ones), my brother said don’t worry about it and sent a check and said it was in God’s hands. So thank you to my brother, and thank you to the Lord for moving my brother’s heart. I’m still in debt to a pay-day loan place, but my brother said he will send more.
Asking prayers of thanksgiving and continued support. Thank you, Lord.