Thursday, December 19, 2019


As I was speaking with a brokenhearted young man who is going through a break up, it struck me how many people are under the false impression that love is a feeling.
Through tears he said, "She doesn't feel that spark anymore".

Love is not a spark. 

Love is not a feeling.

Love is an action. 

Love is a commitment.

Love is an act of your will.

Love is a choice.

When you vow to love, you are not promising to love and to cherish when you feel like it.

We can't trust our feelings. They lie.

You won't always "feel" like loving or "feel" IN Love. 

You choose to love.

We love because HE first loved us.

1 John 4:19

If you have not made the choice to Love, your feelings will follow your choice.

Spending time with a choice. 

Ask Him to help you choose to help you treat others with love whether you feel it or not!

Men, LOVE your wives.

Women, LOVE your husbands.

"Making marriage work is like running a farm. You have to start all over again each morning."

Get up, sit beside the Lord, ask HIM how you can best show love to your spouse through your actions today. 

Then, get up...and go...plant, nourish, water, grow and harvest love.

There's a farm to run!

Just Thinkin'...

If you are having doubts about your relationship, about your vows, please, seek Godly Biblical counsel.

Read All of  Ephesians 5 

22-24 Wives, understand and support your husbands in ways that show your support for Christ. The husband provides leadership to his wife the way Christ does to his church, not by domineering but by cherishing. So just as the church submits to Christ as he exercises such leadership, wives should likewise submit to their husbands.
25-28 Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives, exactly as Christ did for the church—a love marked by giving, not getting.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

When Life Is The Pits -- Have Hope -- Get A Rope

Pit dwellers are different from pit visitors.

Christians, sometimes... we fall in a pit.

I have been a pit dweller on several occasions and know the only hope and rope has been our Lord Jesus Christ.

We seem to get so busy 'doing' church, pointing fingers at the the pit, defending the pit, explaining the pit that we forget to point to Christ to help others out of life's pit.

 Come on now...let's not just go to or do church-let's be the church and help others find the way out of life's pit!

I hope you will be encouraged to call out to JESUS when you find yourself in one of the pits.  Despite what a Pharisee might say (see poem below)-- you ARE going to fall in a pit from time to time. 

If you should certain not to dwell. The choice to stay in it or climb out is up to you. Call to the Lord for help...then reach out like you mean it!!!

English Standard Version Psalm 28:1
To you, O LORD, I call; my rock, be not deaf to me, lest, if you be silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit

Psalm 40: 1-2
I waited patiently for the LORD to help me, and he
turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the pit
of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on
solid ground and steadied me as I walked along.

Lord, I thank you for pulling me up when I fall. Thank you for forgiveness, provision, and the hope and rope...Jesus Christ, in whose name I pray.

Just Thinkin',

There is a poem that has been circulating from an adaptation of Kenneth Filkins The Wittenburg Door. I thought I would share it with you.
A man fell into a pit and called for help:

A SUBJECTIVE person came along and said:
"I FEEL for you down there!"

An OBJECTIVE person came along and said:
"It's logical that someone would fall down there."

A CHRISTIAN SCIENTIST came by and said:
"You only think you are in the pit."

"Only bad people would fall in a pit."

"You deserve your pit."

"If you would have listened to me, you would not have fallen into that pit."

BUDDHA said:
"Your pit is only a state of mind."

"That's a pit."

calculated the force necessary (lbs./ to get him out of the pit.

told him how to appreciate the rock strata in the pit.

"He is going to die in the pit, so he can't produce any pit-falling offspring."

"Just confess that you are not in the pit!"

"Things could be worse."

"Things are going to get worse."

JESUS, seeing the man
took him by the hand and lifted him out of the pit.

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Potholes On The Road To Paradise

This is NOT what I signed up for!

The road is narrowing as we drive along. 
We can’t turn around even if we tried. 

The mud from the morning rain is making the car slip and slide and the sugar cane fields on either side are so overgrown I feel like we are in a remake of Children of the Corn!

I've watched reruns of Hawaii Five-0...Danno and McGarrett aren't gonna solve this is in 43 minutes plus commercials! 

No one knows where we are. 
Why did I agree to this?  
The man I love and trust with my life is driving the car -- shouldn't I just trust him? 

Did I mention this is a rental car? 

They make you sign an agreement ya know.

Why did it not strike us as odd that people had to sign a paper promising not to go "off road" with the rental car. Off road? 

This is a road. Or at least when we started driving it was! 
    •Did the man who gave us directions hate us because we were 'Haoles' ? 

    •Why did we trust him? We’d never met. 

    •Was he sending us into a trap? I'd told him we were broke...right? 

    •Was he really disturbed by the stupid questions from this tourist couple from                  Oklahoma? 

What if we get stranded thousands of miles from home? 

We have a 32 ounce quick stop iced tea and a can of Pringles.

We aren’t armed. We have no money. No cell phone.

No resources to get out of here except this rental car --  clearly violating the rental agreement and about to be sunk in the mud. 
God, do you know I feel fear? I don't want to go any further!

Nearly in tears now, heart racing, I want to scream at this man behind the wheel, “Take me back…I don’t want to go any further….I’m afraid!” Someone please call Chin Ho Kelly or Kono! Tell 'em I'm thinkin' we need their Op Gear!

As my good lookin', bench pressin'- weight liftin' - protective and quite determined husband continued to drive...he reached over and touched my knee and said, “Kathy...Trust me!”

Suddenly in front of us -- a sand dune signaling the end of the line. We could not drive any further and the pot holes and mud slide would not allow us to turn around so, we had to go to the side of the dune.

In the middle of muddy-gonna get stuck-no help-no phone-scary-nowhere…Richard asks me to get out of the car. 

Umm...Had he recently taken out an insurance policy I was clearly unaware of? 

He took my hand and helped me climb over the first of two fairly steep sand dunes. I could hear loud roaring then crashing that sounded familiar but unclear. I was looking down at my feet to secure my footing… when I heard Richard gasp. “Babe….You gotta see this!” 

I looked up to see the end of the terrain jetting out into a sea. The landscape was spectacular. I was staring at the same type of view which left one Captain asking 'Why is all the Rum Gone?" in a recent box office hit pirate movie. 

The sun beams reflected off of the white sand of a secluded beach which stretched further in both directions than my eyes could see.

Just as our reliable local described…we were alone -- in paradise -- well sort of.

There were two surfers on the waves riding in with style. One in his 60’s and possibly his grandson about 20 years old.

As Richard and I were dealing with the difficulty of managing 2 years of unemployment following 9/11, we did what every financially responsible broke couple would do for their 20th anniversary. 

We flew to Hawaii.

Yep! It was a trip that Richard secretly planned for me as a Christmas/Anniversary surprise. Well, SURPRISE...we have no money! 
The trip had been planned and paid for before he lost his job as an aerospace engineer. After 9/11 no one wanted to fly and many workers were laid off including my husband!

My parent's (who helped Richard plan the surprise) Christmas gift was a week of helping with our kids so we could go on this trip.

We spent our first night on Oahu then on to the beautiful Island of Kauai. When we arrived at the fantastic hotel, I made a b-line to the concierge. I looked him right in the eye and said, “We are broke, we have no idea why we are here, but we are here for 7 days with barely enough money to eat at McDonald's! Our anniversary is New Year's Eve...
Please...tell me where you would go if you where in our situation…and please…forgive me that I probably can’t even tip you fairly for the information.” 

The young man’s shoulders dropped and he was silent. I thought to myself, “Boy did I just mess up! I warned him that I probably couldn't tip much before I ever got the info!”

 He smiled and asked, “Do you mind a little adventure?” 

He began to describe the things he and his friends would do to avoid the tourists when they were hanging out.

Our list of instructions included some very cool local eating places-which mostly consisted of little houses with a grandmother cooking for a few people sitting around her table as she worked -- how to get in to the cool part of where Jurassic Park was filmed, and directions  to "the real paradise" for our Anniversary!

We ate our first meal of Somen noodles and chicken cooked over a flame and then served on a stick....grand total... 5 bucks -for both of us- While 9 very tanned locals with sun kissed hair watched us curiously. They ate Somen with chop so much! Spoon for this Haole girl! Face Palm!

We had a great week! We spent time alone and made memories that a tour bus and shopping outlets would never have given us! 

Our anniversary day came and we followed the detailed directions to "the real paradise"…and by detailed I mean:

“Okay, Auntie, Find the sugar cane field just south of town and drive into the middle of it... turn left when you see Toothless Old Pete. He usually sits next to the road and laughs at tour buses dat get stuck. His dog has teeth, but he won't bite you - Pete Might try to bite don't get out of the car. Just follow the potholes to the dead end and you walk right to a 'choke' of white sand!"  (Choke? -- there's choking involved? I pondered...) "You won't need much of anything, but wear a swimsuit and take towels or sand mats and something to snack on...oh and...water and dat’s all you need, well except maybe a spare tire and a hatchet or machete! Bodda you?”   I figured out that meant  'does that bother you?" My need for a machete...should "dat" bother me...RIGHT?  This girl has fought in martial arts competitions back in "the day" know...I can (in theory) fend off unarmed woman from ages 17 to 35 and maybe still give toothless Ol' Pete a roundhouse kick to the neck if needed...but...a hatchet? Seriously!

Well okay then...'Lesgo'!

And...well... it was exciting...until...It wasn't!

After quite a drive through a nice part of the island, we stumbled on to the abandoned sugar cane factory. We turned left where the guy told us to turn. Red mud! lots of wet pot holes and red mud!

 I began to focus on the potholes, the mud, the overgrown sugar cane, the lack of money, the evidence of possible isolation and danger because of the fact that we were now near an abandoned missile base and still contemplating all the possible reasons we may need a hatchet…and don't forget toothless Old Pete and his dog.

I   lost   sight   of   the   destination   at   the   end   of   the   journey!

I was having what our Hawaiian friend might say was  a 'Haad Rub'!     

NOTE: HAAD RUB (HAHD ruhb) - slang for: hard time, bad time, uncomfortable circumstances. HAD-IT (HAHD iht) - slang for: to be wasted, destroyed, wrecked. hairy - dangerous, rough, out of control, huge, bad, ugly, intense. -- Thank you Mr. Webster

He had given clear directions. It was described so perfectly. We knew -- he told us it would be difficult but that the end result would be amazing! So why was I afraid?

*Do I do that in my journey with GOD? 

*Do I lose sight of the end game? Do I forget He said it would be difficult but worth the journey?

*Do I fail to believe that His promises are true? 

*Do I focus on spiritual potholes?

*Do I focus on the mud slung at me because of my faith, my race, my differences, my past, my present?

 *Do I assume the worst by doubting and mistrusting others?

 *Do I forget to love and be kind and forgiving?

 *Do I worry over bills that crowd in like overgrown sugar cane fields?

 *Do I allow isolation -- fear -- uncertainty --  new situations to paralyze me instead of        challenge me on life's  adventures?

  *Do you?

What is happening in your life...right now...that is keeping your focus off of the exciting adventure? 


-A Job?
-No Job?

Are you letting uncertainty paralyze you?

Just like Ol' Pete...Those fears are toothless in the presence of Our Mighty God!

I trust Richard. I know him and love him and he has proven to be a good leader and protector.Why did I begin to fear on our journey down that road?

I trust God. I know Him and love Him and HE has proven to be a faithful leader and protector.Why do I begin to fear on this journey when things seem difficult, unfamiliar or uncertain?

It is during these times, God  reaches over to me...puts his hand on my knee and says, "Kathy...Trust ME!" 

When my focus is on Him, my journey will truly be a wonderful adventure!

Richard and I celebrated our 20th anniversary that day with the white sand, the majesty of the ocean, the beauty of the Island, two surfers to entertain us, ice tea and Pringles. What more could a girl ask?
It was one of the most precious days we’d ever spent together...and I almost called it off... out of fear...because of a few potholes... on the way to paradise.

Creator GOD, help me to rely on your direction and your promise to love and care for me. You have promised that you will finish the work you have begun in our lives. You've promised an amazing adventure at the end of this journey. May I focus on the promise of one day seeing you face to face? Until then, let me enjoy this adventure. There were those who "fell away" and "walked with you no more" even after watching you perform miracles. Please give me strength to continue to trust you and walk with you...even when the journey is difficult.

I Thank You.

Deuteronomy 5:32-33
So be careful to do what the LORD your God has commanded you; do not turn aside to the right or to the left. 33 Walk in obedience to all that the LORD your God has commanded you, so that you may live and prosper and prolong your days in the land that you will possess.

Barking Sands Beach

Kauai, Hawaii


Sunday, September 29, 2019

At The Intersection of Faith and Reason

I have reached a conclusion.

God is not reasonable.

Has He asked something unreasonable of you lately?

Are you finding simple trust...and obedience to HIS request(s), instructions, and commands difficult because YOU have deemed them UNREASONABLE?

Have you been obedient? Or, again, (as I often do) have you argued or reasoned that HIS request is “unreasonable” so you just don’t obey?

I have to think about this -- because either I want to follow Him -- or I don’t.

Let’s see…Let me know if any of this sounds reasonable to you:

A woman talks to and cooperates with a serpent just because God’s request to stay away from just one thing seemed “unreasonable”… “Did God really say…?” Genesis 3:1

“Build an Ark Noah” "Umm...Okay Lord, but what exactly is this 'rain' thing again" Sound reasonable to you? Genesis 6

Abram, Sarai…just follow me. Oh, and by the way…I’m not telling you why, or where we are going and don’t get too used to those names. Reasonable? Genesis 12 Genesis 17

“Just stretch out your staff and watch the Red Sea part”…how about that one Moses, reasonable? Exodus 14:16

“Hey Josh, just follow my marching orders…and the city will fall…literally.”
Reasonable, right? Joshua 6:1-27

"Israel…trust me…obey me and I will bless you. Israel…forsake me…go your own way and I will curse you." Leviticus 26 And thousands of years later, they are still trying to reason with God in the Middle East.

“Yes Mary I said…baby!” “Joseph, yes, I said…Virgin!” Reasonable? Matthew 1:18-21

Place your hope in Jesus Christ and He has, unreasonably,  offered to take your place on that cross for every sin in thought, word, or deed that you have or ever will commit. He has, unreasonably, risen again after dying on that cross. Your belief in Him and that faith alone will save you.
 Reasonable? Acts 16:31

Well after too much reasoning with God,
I don’t want to try to make God make sense anymore. I want to obey Him, as that is what He asks of me.

How about you?

Has He asked you to forgive someone?

Has He asked you to love the unlovely person in your life?

Has He asked you to (like Abe and Sarah) move away from what is comfy and certain; a job, a relationship, or a home?

Has He asked you to stop something?

Has He asked you to start something?

Has He asked you to give something?

Has He asked you to deal with your pride, anger, fear, jealousy, addictions?

Has He asked you to wait? To be still? To HUSH (we don't say shut up...well...mostly)?

Or, what may seem the most unreasonable…Has He been silent?

I know His ways are not my ways and His thoughts are not my thoughts because Isaiah 55:8 promised me that. I also know He is God…and I am not. I believe He is sovereign, and I believe He loves me/you.

I’m going to keep working on this. How about you?

I am facing several opportunities to trust God when the circumstances don’t seem reasonable.
Will you pray for me? I would like the chance to pray for you as well. Drop us a line if you would like specific prayer from our prayer team, or just a nod on our prayer discussion tab on facebook (create a new one if you would like) to let others pray for you too.

That sounds…well…reasonable!

What do you believe?


Leave a comment to ask for prayer.



Monday, May 13, 2019

The Wisdom of Obedience

On this day after Mother's Day...May I share?

Here are three  quotes on obedience from three of my favorite and  most wise philosophers:

"The golden rule for understanding in spiritual matters in not intellect, but obedience."~Oswald Chambers

"Obey God and leave all the consequences to HIM!"~Charles Stanley

"Don't wait for her to tell ya again...just go ahead and clean your works out a whole lot better for ya if you mind her!"~My Unnamed child number 3 to my unnamed child number 4~

2 John 1:6
And this is love: that we walk in obedience to his commands. As you have heard from the beginning, his command is that you walk in love.

Just Thinkin',


Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Clutz: It's Not Just For Breakfast Anymore

Now that we are back in Oklahoma, we send a Christmas  "Just Thinkin' " your way from our Beaumont Christmas past.

We hope timeless stories will help you find perspective. We hope more than anything, that you learn to read scripture and apply the truths found there to your daily lives...for the messages, commandments and  stories you will find in the Bible have proven timeless 

Enjoy. Focus on Christ today...He's got this covered...whatever your THIS might be.
and the gang at A Gentle Answer Ministries.

Christmas Morning 2012

WARNING: No animals were harmed in the writing of this post. One did get his feelings hurt and the use of ellipsis was highly abused.

Those who know me well know the kitchen is my spot.
I love to cook and bake and I am quite happy serving wonderful food . I am actually a good cook. Yep, I do okay in the kitchen.
However, once every 10 years or so I have one of "those" days.

For those who knew of the unfortunate "multi-tasking-Mom- frying mini corn dogs- while wrangling a 5 year old and a baby- whilst also answering a phone to be asked by person on the phone to go find the lawn mowing neighbor (we each lived on three acre spreads so it was a long walk) -to come to the phone because her best friend was in the hospital- and then forgetting mini corn dogs frying in grease-resulting in a  house fire back in '93 - episode..."...well... this was not like that.

Well, sort of...I may not have lost the house this time, just a bit of dignity.
Oh...focus...That's a story for another day.

One morning, I thought I would make a nice brunch since my son was home from college.

The first order of the day was to spill pineapple juice. I did it brilliantly, thanks.

I calmly turned to get the paper towels to wipe up the sticky morning mess and tripped over Shadow the wonder dog.

After he ran from the room with a look of betrayal in his eyes,  I bent down to clean up the juice. Boy did I underestimate how many paper towels this might take!

I raised up to get more towels, I's see...slammed is a better word...yes, slammed my head on the cupboard door corner.  

Flinching in pain, I, slipping in the spilled juice, did my graceful dance across the kitchen floor. Looked like a server on skates at Sonic with the hiccups hit an oil slick!

But don't worry, when I (by instinct from the pain) raised my hand to the throbbing  goose egg on my head, the platter I was carrying of wonderfully prepared sausage, biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs and a side of  fresh pineapple was somehow left unshaken as I hugged the floor. 

Momentarily, I was quite pleased with this maneuver. I would have beaten Mary Lou Retton's perfect "10" if the kitchen judges had been watching...GRACEFUL MUCH?

Too bad the platter was made of plastic though, because the smell of melted plastic doesn't go well with pineapple. 
Melted you ask? Oh, right... 

You see, as I pulled my slightly disheveled self up, I accidentally set the food down on the hot burner so I could steady myself to stand. 

The platter and only one of the biscuits melted right to the stove! 

So was a good morning, considering most of the food was saved and there were no vehicles with flashing lights involved...which if I remember back to the fire of '93, brought several off duty fire fighters to my house and I had not even brushed my teeth or put on a bra yet, so I don't recommend that.

Back to the sticky morning... 

I sort of felt like I was stuck in a really bad Laurel and Hardy bit. 

When I finally gained composure to serve brunch, I sat down with my husband and the boys to eat...the phone rang, it was my daughter and we always answer our children when they call if we can.
I raised the phone to my ear...hit my plate and dropped my breakfast on my leg and on the chair and even a little bit on the dog which prompted him to do the "I'm chasing my tail...I'm  chasing my tail" dance since it mostly hit his back side (which is even funnier when you realize this dog has no tail). I ruined my dress...but okay... I'm in Texas and I'm told wearing a little white gravy is okay because it's still before Labor Day (insert  sound of pagent winner rude girl at church saying "Bless Your Heart" in a Southern Accent  here)


I'm not really, usually, all that  clumsy...the floor just hates me, my dog is apparently schizophrenic, the table and chairs are bullies, my kids are so clingy they want to be home on school breaks, the cabinets are co-conspiritors with Satan, and in general the walls are just in the way. I'm Clutzy today but It's NOT MY FAULT!

Do you ever have these kind of days? Days when it just feels like nothing will go right? I know this seems small compared to what some of you are going through...but any delay, distraction, disruption, detour, disappointment in our lives can cause us to lose our focus on Christ, ultimately making us lose our joy.

I felt frustrated after the initial spill, but after the slamming and slipping and then the burning, I started to actually get angry. Somehow, it was now the dog' son's (for coming home from college prompting me to feel domestic) my daughter's (for calling), and even the builder's fault for placing the cabinets and stove in the particular floor plan that caused my fiasco.

I lost focus on serving a wonderful meal for my family and actually became resentful over fixing such a spread for a table of people who probably would not even notice how hard I worked to prepare such a meal... yes...quite pitiful. 

Do you do that? Let the picky little failures or disappointments steal your joy? Even ultimately becoming resentful or pitiful or lashing out at others? 

Apparently, I am Ferrari Mom!  

I went from Ego to low self esteem in 5.3 seconds.

One of the messages people have requested when I am asked to speak  "What's In Your Purse?: Understanding Our Worth" compares the way we see ourselves to the way God actually sees us.

I use the Greek words "Doxa" and  "Hustereo"  to give examples of "praiseworthy" or Glory (having value) vs. "hysteria" (lacking in value) to show when we are competent (sometimes even full of ourselves) verses when we feel like a clutz.

Either of these two feelings can be a hazard.

Pride is pride.

Whether on the ego end of the spectrum or the low self-esteem is dangerous.

One says I am good because of my own effort or talent and one says God did not make me very well.

Guess which one the enemy of my soul would like for me to focus on today? CLUTZ MUCH?

Well, just because I have a frustrating or "off" day doesn't change who I am in Christ. Some days are successful, some...not so much.

Some days a brunch is in order... but today, maybe a "fast" is in order.  Or maybe in my case, a  "slow".   A "SLOW DOWN KATHY"... A "BE STILL, KATHY"!

I will choose to focus on HIM and the things that are praiseworthy.
The Bible tells me that  I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139). So even if my dog focused more on the fearfully part today, I will focus on the truth found in the bible instead of the mess found on my kitchen floor.

Common Doxology:
Praise God from whom all blessings flow, praise HIM all creatures here below; Praise Him above ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost!  AMEN.

Clutz...It's Not Just for Breakfast at work, at school, in ministry, with your spouse, our clumsy days do not take God by surprise. 

I hope when (not if) you have "one of those days" in the future (even if not in the kitchen) you will remember to feel God's love. He's crazy about you! He knows how and when your "off" day will show up, and He is still worthy to be praised. Be still.

Well as soon as I looked up "how to remove melted plastic from a cook top stove", I was done for the day and seriously, wisely, chose NOT to be moving around or driving or making decisions or possibly even thinking for the rest of the evening.

I reposted this story because...

I just put the milk in the pantry...I may be slow...but I CAN learn from my past mistakes...can YOU?

I better go, I am on an electronic device ya know...I don't recommend I operate any machinery today.

May God bless you even in your "Sticky Mornings" and may you remember to praise the Christ of Christmas everyday of your life...not just today.

Just Thinkin',


Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Kids In The Fridge

If you are a parent...or a will know what I am talking about... (so pretty much...everyone):
I have noticed how all of my grown...come to our home and head for the kitchen.
All of them...look into our cupboards, pantry and fridge!
One manchild, JL tothefirstpower, heads straight for the fridge, as he is farthest away and usually thirsty, but then he moves to the coffee stash.
His wife, the beautiful D-I-L, makes sure there is proper chai tea, bread and Herbs DeProvence as she loves to bake/cook and all things bread, cheese related.
Child Dos, KL ('og' and prettiest sibling of the original group), straight to the spices and the gluten free stores in the pantry as she loves to cook as well but has gluten allergy.
Manchild- 3rd in birth order, JL squared, Goes to coffee stash first, bullet proof of course, (scratching my head) then the meat selection in fridge and vegies as he is more the paleo type.
Baby of the family, although an adult, JL tothe3rdpower...comes in from college and after hugs...heads right to the cookie, candy, "kids are home where are the brownies" hidden in the pantry stash.
Now that we have grandlittles, W1 asks for cuties, (mandarin oranges) cheese sticks, lollipops, and W2 asks for french fries and macaroni and cheese... " but not Aunt Kaylee's GWOOTEN FWEE kind" and sausage.
They know we will happily provide what they need.
They know sometimes what they WANT is not always what they need or what WE have prepared for THEM! (No, Wendy, lollipops are not the main course for breakfast this time).
I find myself looking into my own parent's pantry, fridge, and cupboards when I visit them and I am _ _ years oldll! (I can get the senior discount at Denny's)
God welcomes his kids home.
Look into the pantry.
Ask what HE has prepared for YOU!
I will.
Let's ask...
In Jesus Name,
Run to your Dad's storehouse of knowledge...THE BIBLE!
Peace to You,

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