Enjoy the introduction to this book, written by co-author Mac Anderson. And, by the way, Happy Thanksgiving!
An excerpt from
Learning to Dance in the Rain
by Mac Anderson and BJ Gallagher
The date was July 16, 2008. It was late in the afternoon and I was sitting in my hotel room in Louisville, Kentucky. I was scheduled to speak that evening for the Kentucky Association of School Administrators (KASA). I was a little "down in the dumps." I hadn't gotten to exercise lately because of my traveling schedule and recently I'd experienced some mild bouts of vertigo (that inner ear condition that can cause the room to start spinning.) You got it...speaking and "spinning" are not good partners!
My keynote presentation was scheduled for 7:00 PM, but I had been invited to show up at 6:00 to see a performance they said I'd enjoy. Little did I know that I was about to see something I would never forget.
They introduced the young musician. Welcome...Mr. Patrick Henry Hughes. He was rolled onto the stage in his wheelchair, and began to play the piano. His fingers danced across the keys as he made beautiful music.
He then began to sing as he played, and it was even more beautiful. For some reason, however, I knew that I was seeing something special. There was this aura about him that I really can't explain and the smile...his smile was magic!
About ten minutes into Patrick's performance, someone came on the stage and said..."I'd like to share a 7-minute video titled, The Patrick Henry Hughes story." And the lights went dim.
Patrick Henry Hughes was born with no eyes, and a tightening of the joints which left him crippled for life. However, as a child, he was fitted with artificial eyes and placed in a wheelchair. Before his first birthday, he discovered the piano. His mom said, "I could hit any note on the piano, and within one or two tries, he'd get it." By his second birthday, he was playing requests (You Are My Sunshine, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star). His father was ecstatic. "We might not play baseball, but we can play music together."
Today, Patrick is a junior at the University of Louisville. His father attends classes with him and he's made nearly all A's, with the exception of 3 B's He's also a part of the 214 member marching band. You read it right...the marching band! He's a blind, wheelchair-bound trumpet player; and he and his father do it together. They attend all the band practices and the half-time performance in front of thousands. His father rolls and rotates his son around the field to the cheers of Patrick's fans. In order to attend Patrick's classes and every band practice, his father works the graveyard shift at UPS. Patrick said..."My dad's my hero."
But even more than his unbelievable musical talent, it was Patrick's "attitude of gratitude" that touched my soul. On stage, between songs, he would talk to the audience about his life and about how blessed he was. He said, "God made me blind and unable to walk. BIG DEAL! He gave me the ability...the musical gifts I have...the great opportunity to meet new people."
When his performance was over, Patrick and his father were on the stage together. The crowd rose to their feet and cheered for over five minutes. It gave me giant goose bumps!
My life was ready to meet Patrick Henry Hughes. I needed a hero, and I found one for the ages. If I live to be a hundred, I'll never forget that night, that smile, that music, but most importantly, that wonderful "attitude of gratitude."
I returned to Chicago and shared Patrick's story with my wife, my friends, and our team at Simple Truths. About two weeks later, I received a letter from a friend. He said, "Mac, I don't know who said it, but I think you'll love this quote."
"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...
it's about learning how to dance in the rain!"
I thought...that's it! We all face adversity in our life. However, it's not the adversity, but how we react to it that will determine the joy and happiness in our life. During tough times, do we spend too much time feeling sorry for ourselves, or, can we, with gratitude...learn how to dance in the rain?
It almost sounds too simple to feel important, but one word...gratitude, can change your attitude, thus, your life, forever. Sarah Breathnack said it best...
"When we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that's present....we experience heaven on earth."
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Years of Encouragement
This weekend Larry and I celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary. First of all, let me just say that even though the days go slowly, the years go really, really fast!
It seems like yesterday when brother Dru spoke these words at our wedding: "may you have just enough tears to keep you soft..." I dare say there haven't been too many years when the tears didn't flow.
It's that way for many of us. Marriage is a journey. A one-day-at- a-time journey. Sometime we slip and bang our knees. Ouch! Other days we ski on a velvety coating and feel the breeze in our hair as we speed through life!
I recently ran across a saying that pretty much wraps up what a marriage and life can ultimately become:
"Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Choose your words, for they become actions.
Understand your actions, for they become habits.
Study your habits, for they will become your character.
Develop your character, for it becomes your destiny."
~Quote Unknown
What are your thoughts today? Are you angry because your spouse didn't do something just the way you wanted it done? Did you then speak an unkind word, followed by a foolish action such as slamming a door? Will your behavior continue into the coming week. Will your character change because you carry a gudge? Do you now find yourself unhappy in your marriage. What would life look like if you were grateful that your spouse at least made the attempt to please you or do something that was out of his/her element?
Life gets in the way for all of us. But, I'm thankful that God gives us clear instruction about how we should live our lives. As a church He compares us to a bride in all her beauty. In Ephesians 5:25 it says, "Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her, that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the word, that He might present her to Himself a glorious church, not having a spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that she should be holy and without blemish.
Most days I have a pretty hard time living up to Christ's standard for marriage, but I'm thankful that I have at least 38 more years to obtain perfection!
Happy Anniversary Larry! Your years of encouragement have helped me through some pretty tough spots these past 38 years. I love you honey!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Encourage Someone in the Military
I usually write my own stuff, but today I found myself so moved by an email I received, that I thought I would use my blog space to share its rich message.
The Sack Lunches
I put my carry-on in the luggage
compartment and sat down in my
assigned seat. It was going to be a
long flight. 'I'm glad I have a
good book to read Perhaps I will get
a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of
soldiers came down the aisle and
filled all the vacant seats, totally
surrounding me. I decided to
start a conversation.
'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
'Petawawa. We'll be there for two
weeks for special training, and then
we're being deployed to Afghanistan
After flying for about an hour, an
announcement was made that sack
lunches were available for five
dollars. It would be several hours
before we reached the east, and I
quickly decided a lunch would help
pass the time..
As I reached for my wallet, I
overheard soldier ask his buddy if he
planned to buy lunch.
'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch.
Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base '
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other
soldiers. None were buying lunch. I
walked to the back of the plane and
handed the flight attendant a
fifty dollar bill.
'Take a lunch to all those soldiers...' She grabbed my arms and squeezed
tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a
soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up
the aisle to where the soldiers
were seated. She stopped at my seat
and asked, 'Which do you like
best - beef or chicken?'
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why
she asked. She turned and went to
the front of plane, returning a
minute later with a dinner plate from
first class. 'This is your thanks..'
After we finished eating, I went
again to the back of the plane,
heading for the rest room.
A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it.
Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I
saw the Flight Captain coming down
the aisle, looking at the aisle
numbers as he walked, I hoped he was
not looking for me, but noticed he
was looking at the numbers only on
my side of the plane.
When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said,
'I want to shake your hand.'
Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I
stood and took the Captain's hand..
With a booming voice he said, 'I was
a soldier and I was a military pilot..
Once, someone bought me a lunch.
It was an act of kindness I
never forgot.' I was embarrassed
when applause was heard from all of
the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the
plane so I could stretch my legs.
A man who was seated about six rows
in front of me reached out his
hand, wanting to shake mine. He left
another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my
belongings and started to deplane.
Waiting just inside the airplane door
was a man who stopped me, put
something in my shirt pocket, turned,
and walked away without saying a
word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the
soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them
and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to
reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich.
God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight
feeling the love and respect of their
fellow travelers. As I walked
briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return.
These soldiers were giving their all for our country.. I could only
give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little....
A veteran is someone who, at one
point in his life, wrote a blank check
made payable to 'The United States of
America ' for an amount of 'up to and including My life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too
many people in this country who
no longer understand it.'
The Sack Lunches
I put my carry-on in the luggage
compartment and sat down in my
assigned seat. It was going to be a
long flight. 'I'm glad I have a
good book to read Perhaps I will get
a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of
soldiers came down the aisle and
filled all the vacant seats, totally
surrounding me. I decided to
start a conversation.
'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
'Petawawa. We'll be there for two
weeks for special training, and then
we're being deployed to Afghanistan
After flying for about an hour, an
announcement was made that sack
lunches were available for five
dollars. It would be several hours
before we reached the east, and I
quickly decided a lunch would help
pass the time..
As I reached for my wallet, I
overheard soldier ask his buddy if he
planned to buy lunch.
'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch.
Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base '
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other
soldiers. None were buying lunch. I
walked to the back of the plane and
handed the flight attendant a
fifty dollar bill.
'Take a lunch to all those soldiers...' She grabbed my arms and squeezed
tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a
soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up
the aisle to where the soldiers
were seated. She stopped at my seat
and asked, 'Which do you like
best - beef or chicken?'
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why
she asked. She turned and went to
the front of plane, returning a
minute later with a dinner plate from
first class. 'This is your thanks..'
After we finished eating, I went
again to the back of the plane,
heading for the rest room.
A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it.
Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I
saw the Flight Captain coming down
the aisle, looking at the aisle
numbers as he walked, I hoped he was
not looking for me, but noticed he
was looking at the numbers only on
my side of the plane.
When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said,
'I want to shake your hand.'
Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I
stood and took the Captain's hand..
With a booming voice he said, 'I was
a soldier and I was a military pilot..
Once, someone bought me a lunch.
It was an act of kindness I
never forgot.' I was embarrassed
when applause was heard from all of
the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the
plane so I could stretch my legs.
A man who was seated about six rows
in front of me reached out his
hand, wanting to shake mine. He left
another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my
belongings and started to deplane.
Waiting just inside the airplane door
was a man who stopped me, put
something in my shirt pocket, turned,
and walked away without saying a
word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the
soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them
and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to
reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich.
God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight
feeling the love and respect of their
fellow travelers. As I walked
briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return.
These soldiers were giving their all for our country.. I could only
give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little....
A veteran is someone who, at one
point in his life, wrote a blank check
made payable to 'The United States of
America ' for an amount of 'up to and including My life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too
many people in this country who
no longer understand it.'
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Appreciate the Encourager
"Fact: Every week, the average person receives: 682 e-mails, 12 text messages, 10.8 pieces of junk mail, 1.5 personal letters. Feeling appreciated is one of the strongest human desires. A handwritten note costs less than a dollar to write and mail, and the relational value is priceless." ~Matthew Emerzian and Kelly Bozza
Recently I've been fine tuning my attitude to be more grateful. Seems I spend a lot of time griping and complaining about the weather, my job, finances, people who annoy me, etc., etc., etc....then the quote written above jumped off the page as I read it - "feeling appreciated is one of the strongest human desires!" Wow! Not rocket science, not something unattainable, but something tangible and easy to express.
Last night six wonderful friends of gave of their time, their gifts and their wallets to made eight of their friends feel extra special, and there were no strings attached! Seriously, no strings attached! Boy, did we feel appreciated! Thanks so much Lisa, Srini, Brad, Julie, Pepper & Jason. We'll never forget how special you made us feel.
Hebrews 13:7,8 says, "appreciate your pastoral leaders who gave you the Word of God. Take a good look at the way they live, and let their faithfulness instruct you, as well as their truthfulness."(The Message)
October is Pastor appreciation month. There are many great men and women that I'd like to personally thank - Louis D., Jack F., Doran C., Dru B., Jim G., Ellis W., Patrick M., Eddie L., Darin K., Brian C., Ryan H., Mike W., Mike G., Chuck L., Lisa D. and all of their spouses who've served and still serve so faithfully along side of them.
If you have the time, take a few minutes to write a note of thanks to those who have ministered to you, in your own handwriting. According to Matthew Emerzian and Kelly Bozza, it costs less than a dollar, but the relational value is priceless!
Recently I've been fine tuning my attitude to be more grateful. Seems I spend a lot of time griping and complaining about the weather, my job, finances, people who annoy me, etc., etc., etc....then the quote written above jumped off the page as I read it - "feeling appreciated is one of the strongest human desires!" Wow! Not rocket science, not something unattainable, but something tangible and easy to express.
Last night six wonderful friends of gave of their time, their gifts and their wallets to made eight of their friends feel extra special, and there were no strings attached! Seriously, no strings attached! Boy, did we feel appreciated! Thanks so much Lisa, Srini, Brad, Julie, Pepper & Jason. We'll never forget how special you made us feel.
Hebrews 13:7,8 says, "appreciate your pastoral leaders who gave you the Word of God. Take a good look at the way they live, and let their faithfulness instruct you, as well as their truthfulness."(The Message)
October is Pastor appreciation month. There are many great men and women that I'd like to personally thank - Louis D., Jack F., Doran C., Dru B., Jim G., Ellis W., Patrick M., Eddie L., Darin K., Brian C., Ryan H., Mike W., Mike G., Chuck L., Lisa D. and all of their spouses who've served and still serve so faithfully along side of them.
If you have the time, take a few minutes to write a note of thanks to those who have ministered to you, in your own handwriting. According to Matthew Emerzian and Kelly Bozza, it costs less than a dollar, but the relational value is priceless!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Building Encouragement
Today over 100 volunteers gathered at the Beechwold Christian Church to build hope - a house of hope that is! Beechwold in partnership with Crossroads Christian mission and Licking County Habitat for Humanity built the frame for a two-story house. Tomorrow this house will be dedicated and prayed over, and then shipped to Licking County. Once it arrives, the Licking County Habitat will add it to the basement footer and finish the house, adding walls and roof. Shortly after that a family who thought they might never own their own home will own a piece of the American dream.One hundred volunteers each giving approximately 4 hours of volunteer time, you do the math, 400 hours of service will change the life of a family forever. What would these people have done instead with their Saturday morning? Rake leaves, clean the house, watch cartoons? Instead they spent their time doing the eternal, doing something that will encourage and change the lives of others, quite possibly for an eternity.
God desires for us to build houses. In Jeremiah 29:5, the Lord God Almighty says to those who've been captive: "Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce."
I'm thankful to be part of a church that cares so much, even those they've never met. I'm thankful to call many of those volunteers my friends. I'm thankful for a God that loves us so much that he shelters us with good things.
What are you thankful for today? Is it time we fall on our knees in thanksgiving?
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Encouragement in the Midst of the Storm
I'm not one of those people who likes a good storm. As a matter of fact, I don't like them much at all! When I was a small child, our house was struck by lightening. The orange ball of lightening that bounced around our living room for about 30 seconds breaking the mirror above the fireplace and melting nails in our attic, scared my parent half to death. After that, I guess it was their parental duty to drill into us a healthy fear of every storm fraught with lightening and thunder.
I'm much the same way when it comes to the storms of life. Loud noises and flashes of light frighten me. People who are loud or intimidating make the hairs on the back of my neck raise. There are days when like Peppermint Patti little black clouds seem to hang above my head every step of the way. I don't like those kind of days. If I had my rathers it would be sunny and warm and 75 degrees every day I walked out my door. And, God would only allow rain showers between the hours of midnight and 6 a.m. (sorry if I'm not taking into consideration those of you who work third shift!) Funny, I want life to be the same way - sunny and warm and 75 degrees everyday. But guess what? Most days, aren't. We live in a fallen world where the grass has to be mowed every week and houses have to be cleaned again and again.
But take heart! Our God is a shelter from the storms of life. Psalms 18:2 says, "The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."
Guess I need to stop worrying and put my faith and trust in a God who builds shelters for me that are created from rock and not shifting sand.
Where do you choose to hide today?
I'm much the same way when it comes to the storms of life. Loud noises and flashes of light frighten me. People who are loud or intimidating make the hairs on the back of my neck raise. There are days when like Peppermint Patti little black clouds seem to hang above my head every step of the way. I don't like those kind of days. If I had my rathers it would be sunny and warm and 75 degrees every day I walked out my door. And, God would only allow rain showers between the hours of midnight and 6 a.m. (sorry if I'm not taking into consideration those of you who work third shift!) Funny, I want life to be the same way - sunny and warm and 75 degrees everyday. But guess what? Most days, aren't. We live in a fallen world where the grass has to be mowed every week and houses have to be cleaned again and again.
But take heart! Our God is a shelter from the storms of life. Psalms 18:2 says, "The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."
Guess I need to stop worrying and put my faith and trust in a God who builds shelters for me that are created from rock and not shifting sand.
Where do you choose to hide today?
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Encouragement is Community
Our dear old friend Daniel Webster offers one definition of community as "common ownership or participation." Several activities come to mind when we think about this definition, such as, work teams working a project; Sunday school classes faithfully meeting; neighborhood block watches protecting.
Years ago American's participated in Quilting Bees, Harvest Gatherings and Barn-Raising. The early settlers knew, and today's Amish community knows something that our rushed society has almost forgotten, that is, a sense of community. They understand the concept of sharing time and resources in order to accomplish great things. Today's hurry-up society barely leaves us time to sleep, let alone time to give up an entire day for an activity such as a barn-raising. The ways we spend our time might be different from the ways we spent our time 100 years ago, but there is still that desire deep within each of us to experience community.
Some time ago, I had the opportunity to get together with about 80 women of all ages, interests and stations in life. We came together to share in the excitement of a new home, listen to God's Word, eat some excellently prepared refreshments and hug new babies. We made new friends, shared stories with old friends, shed some tears, and even high-fived our recent victories. The evening was electric! A friend of mine said that she was so pumped up after the event that she had trouble getting to sleep that night. I walked away from this gathering so refreshed, so energized.
I wondered why it had seemed so long since I'd felt so connected. Then the thought came to me. Even though our society has become more family oriented (at least that's what the polls say), we still have not gotten rid of the behavior that say, life is all about us. At the end of a day, most of us have been so busy with what we think is important, that we have left precious little time to share with others outside of ourselves or our families. Fellowships such as the one I attended seem to take a back seat to our overcrowded calendars. We concentrate more on the urgent, than on the important.
In our current economy, you may know someone who is struggling financially. You wish you could do something, but you're not sure what. May I suggest that as "only one person" you can make a difference! Open your personal phone directory and make a list of people who have resources that can help another. It can be as simple as each of you taking one item from your pantry to fill a grocery bag; or, one of you has a table, computer or desk in your garage collecting dust that a family can use; or each person puts a dollar in an envelop to purchase a gas card so the person without a job can continue their search for employment. We fool ourselves into thinking that we need to do something grand, when in fact we are doing something grand just by opening ourselves up to others' needs.
In James 3:18 of the Message Bible, we read these words: "You can develop a healthy, robust community that lives right with God and enjoy its results only if you do the hard work of getting along with each other, treating each other with dignity and honor."
Christine thanks for opening your home to 80 rowdy, vivacious women who have forever changed the way I see life. Since that meeting, I've felt energized, validated and loved. After spending time with all of you, I have a renewed sense of the human spirit. My daily walk is sweeter!
Years ago American's participated in Quilting Bees, Harvest Gatherings and Barn-Raising. The early settlers knew, and today's Amish community knows something that our rushed society has almost forgotten, that is, a sense of community. They understand the concept of sharing time and resources in order to accomplish great things. Today's hurry-up society barely leaves us time to sleep, let alone time to give up an entire day for an activity such as a barn-raising. The ways we spend our time might be different from the ways we spent our time 100 years ago, but there is still that desire deep within each of us to experience community.
Some time ago, I had the opportunity to get together with about 80 women of all ages, interests and stations in life. We came together to share in the excitement of a new home, listen to God's Word, eat some excellently prepared refreshments and hug new babies. We made new friends, shared stories with old friends, shed some tears, and even high-fived our recent victories. The evening was electric! A friend of mine said that she was so pumped up after the event that she had trouble getting to sleep that night. I walked away from this gathering so refreshed, so energized.
I wondered why it had seemed so long since I'd felt so connected. Then the thought came to me. Even though our society has become more family oriented (at least that's what the polls say), we still have not gotten rid of the behavior that say, life is all about us. At the end of a day, most of us have been so busy with what we think is important, that we have left precious little time to share with others outside of ourselves or our families. Fellowships such as the one I attended seem to take a back seat to our overcrowded calendars. We concentrate more on the urgent, than on the important.
In our current economy, you may know someone who is struggling financially. You wish you could do something, but you're not sure what. May I suggest that as "only one person" you can make a difference! Open your personal phone directory and make a list of people who have resources that can help another. It can be as simple as each of you taking one item from your pantry to fill a grocery bag; or, one of you has a table, computer or desk in your garage collecting dust that a family can use; or each person puts a dollar in an envelop to purchase a gas card so the person without a job can continue their search for employment. We fool ourselves into thinking that we need to do something grand, when in fact we are doing something grand just by opening ourselves up to others' needs.
In James 3:18 of the Message Bible, we read these words: "You can develop a healthy, robust community that lives right with God and enjoy its results only if you do the hard work of getting along with each other, treating each other with dignity and honor."
Christine thanks for opening your home to 80 rowdy, vivacious women who have forever changed the way I see life. Since that meeting, I've felt energized, validated and loved. After spending time with all of you, I have a renewed sense of the human spirit. My daily walk is sweeter!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Encouragement to Cling To
My soul clings to you, my right hand upholds you. Psalms 63:8
As I cling to God these past few weeks, I'm reminded that His right hand upholds me. What does that really mean? Does it mean that I don't have to lay in the muddy places? Does it mean that I am His chosen one? Does it mean that like a father teaching his child to ride a bike, He holds the steering wheels and leads me down a straight path? All of the above.
At this stage of my life, there is no one, nothing, and I mean nothing, that can sustain us on this earth other than the right hand of God. People disappoint us; our jobs become uninteresting; our sleep becomes disturbed; even food doesn't taste as good as it did before. But, one thing I'm sure of, the God of the Universe sustains even me with His loving right hand! He will not let me fall into the muck or mire.
Dear friend if all you have to cling onto today is God's right hand, it's a pretty good thing. Be encouraged! Our God was, is, and always will be in control!
As I cling to God these past few weeks, I'm reminded that His right hand upholds me. What does that really mean? Does it mean that I don't have to lay in the muddy places? Does it mean that I am His chosen one? Does it mean that like a father teaching his child to ride a bike, He holds the steering wheels and leads me down a straight path? All of the above.
At this stage of my life, there is no one, nothing, and I mean nothing, that can sustain us on this earth other than the right hand of God. People disappoint us; our jobs become uninteresting; our sleep becomes disturbed; even food doesn't taste as good as it did before. But, one thing I'm sure of, the God of the Universe sustains even me with His loving right hand! He will not let me fall into the muck or mire.
Dear friend if all you have to cling onto today is God's right hand, it's a pretty good thing. Be encouraged! Our God was, is, and always will be in control!
author, Cindy Daniels
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