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Church, eat sleep, church, eat, rest, church, eat, rest…ahhhh. Three days of revival… you would think it I would be raring to go, but I am tired tonight. Sometimes it can be wearing on me. A couple of hours in a pew is hard on the dizzy old bones sometimes.

The day brought a couple of firsts at the church, there seems to be more of those lately, but since God is in control, anything can happen. I guess the church is growing in ways it never has before, and trying new things is sometimes a good thing. Since it was youth revival the focus was on them, and they all gave testimony at the end of the night, so we didn’t get out of their until about 8:30. Church started at 6. 

You can be sure, by the time I got back home, fixed dinner, ate and cleared dishes, I was ready to be done for the day at 9:45-10 PM. That’s OK, I got nothing to do tomorrow but clean the house, maybe some laundry. I just need a good night’s rest.It’s funny how I hear God talking sometimes, and asks me to pass along messages. Not that I hear, like a voice, calling my name or talking aloud, like I hear the preacher say…mine is more of a knowing that occurs, and I just kinda’ “do” the thought. Like tonight.

The visiting pastor gave a reading out of 1st Corinthians 15:10 (But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which [was bestowed] upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.)

After that he launched into his sermon, which was all about grace, and he gave great examples from his life and those of people he has pastored or met by the grace of God. He said none of the things that put him in a certain place were happenstance.

No, I don’t really believe in coincidence, I just call it that because skeptics seem to like the term. Later, at one point, when someone was at the altar, I “got the message” (after she had been there a while, and I could hear someone specifically working with her) to give the message to her that what it was that she was being told (by another woman) was true and the proof was in, the scripture I was led to write down to give her. I suppose I was also “told” somehow that she was uncertain that she was hearing the Holy Spirit because some things in her life weren’t working out for some reason. She needed reassurance.

I don’t happen to have a great command of bible passages, so when they kinda’ come to me in the knowing that I get, it strikes me a being very real.  So I knew to write down 2nd Corinthians 13:3.  And then I had to look it up: “Since ye seek a proof of Christ speaking in me, which to you-ward is not weak, but is mighty in you.” I told her (in front of the woman who prayed over her) it was to verify that what she had been told at the altar was true. I didn’t actually hear what was said at the altar, but I knew to give her the message anyway, on faith. I take it that was what I was supposed to do.

10:30, a huge headache (probably weather changes) and that’s it for the night. I haven’t even seen the papers today, so no comics or anagrams until tomorrow. I am sure there is something in the cosmic works waiting.

P.S. I had to edit after seeing one of my favorite cartoons/comics because, on the lighter side, I did find two pieces of spaghetti noodles in the dishware cabinet today, thinking it was a bit weird, one long and one short. Seeing today’s Spot the Frog tells me, nope, ain’t nuttin’ unusual around here!