Dear Jesus, thank you that my porch is full. Thank you that there are boxes and bags of your blessings to overflowing on my porch. Thank you that Lolita stopped by. A stranger to me, but not to you. She knocked on my door tonight. Just passing by... Her family is in need of a home by the end of this month. She wanted to pick some lemons. She said that after they pay rent they have hardly any money left and the lemons are good to squirt into water. After listening for a long time, her 9 year old grandson approached the porch and said, "BEEF JERKY!!!" I offered some. I explained to her what all the boxes were for and gave her some breakfast cereal that I have left over from SF. My heart is broken right now. Please JESUS forgive me if I get frustrated that my home right now looks and feels chaotic~ thank you that all Lolita saw wasn't a mess, but food for her grandchildren. Help me see things like you do. Thank you that I was able to listen for a long time and then pray with her. Thank you JESUS that she is trusting you to provide. Let your will be done. Thank you that she will be back on Thursday morning to claim what bags of groceries you will leave on my porch. Come HOLY SPIRIT~ AMEN.
Monday, August 21, 2006
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