Playing a little catch up here because I was at the College of Prayer
for the last few days,
The campus I attend the College of Prayer in is also known as The Garden. I don’t know what their intention was in naming it thus but I can use my imagination.
A garden is where seeds are planted. They are watered and weeded and, hopefully, they will grow fruit (or vegetables).
As Christians, we are to plant the seed of the gospel. After this seed is planted, we, or another believer or believers are to tend to the person, watering/growing them in the truth of the gospel of Christ so they will grow whilst weeding out the lies that the world and satan feeds them. Finally, the fruit of the gospel, once again, hopefully, will grow in the new believer.
Oh, there is so much more I can write about this! Maybe later on in the challenge. I hope and pray that you will be fruitful for the Lord Jesus Christ’s kingdom!
Before I met Himself, I thought I came from a loud family. Compared to his, though, mine seems timid!
A discussion between them can sound like a brawl is about to break out. When I mention this to Himself, he blows off my concern and says that is just the way they are.
Where we live, I call “the town of last names that end in vowels.” In other words, there are a lot of people with Italian last names. In my part of this great Atlantic Northeast, cultural ancestry is a point of pride. Personally, I just say I am an American. I digress…People of Italian heritage tend to be, shall we say, er, passionate in the way they speak.
Both Himself and I were born with names that end in vowels. His heritage is half Italian and half Slovak; mine is half Italian, a quarter Puerto Rican, and a few other countries from one grandmother. Maybe there IS something to our “loudness” when we get together.
Do we feud? My side, not so much any more. His side? A little bit…..However, we always, always, always are there for each other. Always.
What are your thoughts on the Elf on the Shelf phenomenon? Here is an article from the Huffington Post to describe it for you are in the dark.
Personally, I think it is Creepy (yes, with a capital “C”). I have had an elf doll since I was a little girl and I don’t even put it out at Christmas any more!
Whatcha think of that?
Himself, my husband, had shoulder surgery a couple of weeks ago. Part of his recuperation involves not driving. At all. Zilch.
Having one’s husband home when one is used to being alone during the day can try the best of marriages. Being asked to go out a lot when one is a homebody, well, let’s just say that “grace” is the order of the day; grace and prayers, lots of prayers!
Oh, please don’t pray for patience for me! Once, years ago, when I told I friend I was praying patience for her she threatened she would start praying I would have many, many children. When people pray for patience, it seems God gives them things to be patient about! I have plenty on my plate.
Although I am a good driver, I much prefer Himself to drive most of the time. I enjoy looking around an observing the world around me. Oh, healing come soon!
I am feeling the need for a break. Happily, the College of Prayer is conducting a module this week in a church not so far away.
What is the College of Prayer? I can’t explain it. Oh, how I wish I could but it is more of an experience than a pen to paper, lecture time.Their home page states: “We’re here to train those who want to get back to the basics of where a vibrant Christian life filled with the presence of Christ starts. We’re here to mentor those who are working too hard, and praying too little. We’re here to equip those who desire tools to further their intimacy with the living God. All of this starts with a simple, but honest plea … “Lord, teach us to pray!” (Luke 11:1)
When I am feeling drained, it means I need to spend more time in prayer; in God’s holy presence. The College of Prayer states that it is for leaders but all are welcome. We will all, if we want to grow in Christ and in His Spirit, lead someone in some way.
Take a look and see if they have a campus by you. I promise you won’t regret it.
In this age of E-Readers, there is nothing, and I mean nothing like holding a paper and binding book.
Truth be told, I am still a bit electronically challenged. I have had a tablet for a couple of years and haven’t begun to understand all it might have to offer. Loading books is easy but just doesn’t cut it for a cozy sit down. Oh, and it has to be charged! Not my paper and glue copies.
The love of reading is a legacy in my family. Some of my earliest memories are of my mom with her nose in a book. She gifted me with a membership in Reader’s Digest Books for Young Readers. Jane Eyre was a favorite by the time I was around nine. Had I tried to read the unabridged version at that age I probably wouldn’t have gotten through it.
Hardcover, paperback, e-book, magazine, cereal box, thrillers, mysteries, textbooks, anime….what is your favorite reading material?