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Amy: “I hate my leg!”
Amy has ezcema on her leg that keeps flaring up. We pray together that God will give her healing. It gets a little better, than it flares up again.
“O God, please answer our prayers! It bothers her so much. I would forego answers to any of my prayers if You would answer this one for Amy.”
“Tell her about my grace instead telling her about healing.”
I just emailed to a friend and said, “It’s a good thing size doesn’t matter to God!”
We go to a small church. After 20 years, we are still a small church. Are we doing something wrong?
In I Corinthians 3: 5-8, Paul is rebuking the Corinthians for taking sides in following certain leaders like…
At first only one or two baby hamsters ventured out. This morning I saw 4 of them scurrying around the cage. After a few unsuccessful attempts, two of them climbed up the ladder to the loft where the water and food is located. Going down is easy, they just fall! It was funny to watch them.
The baby hamsters eyes are now open, as of yesterday. The pinkness is almost all gone, now covered with gray/brown/white fuzz. They venture out of the nest on their own, and then the mom or dad would usher them back. I guess they are not independent yet, perhaps like a teenager, who still needs to go home for food and clean clothes. We’ve been giving them slices of apples, the hamsters that is, not my teenagers.
These are interesting passages:
Acts 20:22 Paul was compelled by the Spirit to go to Jerusalem, “not knowing what will happen to me there. I only know that in every city the Holy Spirit warns me that prison and hardships are facing me.”
Acts 21:4 “Through the Spirit [the disiciples] urged Paul not to go to Jerusalem.”
No hamster talk today. Mike says I am getting too involved, but they are like my babies!
Elliot is taking theater arts, and has been practicing for his role as minister! He officiates a wedding in this student-written play. Yesterday they did their actual performance in front of a live audience of students during second period. Besides being relieved that it’s over, Elliot came home very pleased with the positive response. One of his friends told him that he was really good, that he was made for the part!
Dusty, short for Dustball our dad hamster, was missing yesterday! I found his running ball empty with the lid open on the kitchen floor. Audrey put him in the ball on the kitchen floor to get some exercise, unsupervised. We know he cannot go up steps, but he could be anywhere downstairs.
Dusty the dad is looking heavy! Scary how “human” they can be: just like a dad to gain weight along with his pregnant wife, but Lucky has already shed her weight. He has no excuse!
The babies are darker today, losing more of their pink newborn look. They make a lot of squeaking noises. I hope we can find good homes for them.
Do I have any deep profound thoughts on this my special day?
Well, I don’t feel any older, but there is no escape from looking older. I have a great life, and a better one to come after this. I can only thank God for the abundant life I have in Christ.
Safe! It looks like all the baby hamsters are alive! Everyone moved out of the small igloo and into the bigger and luxurious nest that I thought was dad’s new house for himself. I realized I didn’t give them enough materials to build, so I’ve been giving them more napkin pieces to shred. Now they have a house as big as the one I dumped out when I cleaned out the cage 5 days ago. Well, I guess Dusty is a pretty good dad afterall. I thought he was selfishly getting a more comfortable house for himself.