I have been a little lazy on collecting stories from my
family, so I have had nothing to write about for a bit. But I did bring the message in our little
church a couple of Sunday’s this month.
There’s a long story as to why and it involves our Pastor and his wife
going to Africa for three weeks and her getting sick….and them being stuck for
an extra week. But that’s another story…
Our Pastor is solid as a rock and responsible for his flock,
so when they made plans to leave…he asked if any of us wanted to bring the
message for any of the three Sunday’s he would be gone. You could have heard paint dry is was so quiet. Being the good Christians we were; we spoke
not a word! We were just sure God was
not calling us to preach! I say us, but I
mainly speak of myself! At the time I felt
a little tug that I should at least take one of the Sunday’s, but I beat that little
tug down. I just knew the Lord was not
talking to me. I was pretty sure I couldn’t
hear him with my fingers in my ears, saying “Nanananana I can’t hear you!”
