As I drove to the office this morning I listened to one of the great hymns of our faith. "Holy, Holy, Holy!" Against the backdrop of blue sky, the crisp New Years Eve temperatures, and the fresh mid-western air, it is easy to contemplate the goodness of God. And so I share my "time alone with God" with you today. Just my thoughts ... a clumsy, renegade mind ... contemplating the wonder of the Holy God.
"Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!"
-Pure, perfect, and righteous. You are the Unstoppable God!
"Early in the morning my song shall rise to thee."
-Sleeping in does not compare with entering your presence in worship.
"Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty!
-Blameless, faultless, and spotless. You are kind and you are powerful!
"God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!"
-Though there is one of you, yet there are three of you! Holy Trinity!
"Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee."
-Awesome, breath taking, and beautiful, everyone who is yours is in love with you!
"Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea."
-We throw down our greatest rewards and they sparkle in the beauty of your creation.
"Cherubim and Seraphim, falling down before Thee."
-Even the powerful angels voluntarily bow before you.
"Which wert, and art, and evermore shall be!"
-The one who was. The one who is. The one who shall be forever!
"Holy, holy, holy! Tho' the darkness hide Thee.
-Lovely, captivating, precious. Even though the sin of this world makes it hard to see You.
"Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see."
-Even though the plank in our eye keeps us from gazing upon the perfection of your beauty.
"Only Thou are holy, there is none beside Thee."
-Still it is true that you are the only holy One. You stand alone!
"Perfect in power, in love, and purity."
-There is not a trace of a flaw in your ability, your motivation, or your worthiness.
"Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!"
-Divine, exalted, worthy! Master, Creator, King!
"All Thy works shall praise Thy Name in earth, and sky, and sea."
-Everything you do shouts your praises on land, in the heavens, and in the depths.
"Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty!"
-Flawless, sinless, guiltless! Forgiving though quite able
to avenge!
"God in three Persons. Blessed Trinity!"
-The only God, presented in perfection! YOU ALONE ARE BLESSED!
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
A Renegade Mind And The Holiness Of God
Posted by Ron at 12/31/2013 10:43:00 AM 1 comments
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Truth from "Iron Mike"
I lay across the floor of my home office and marvel at how God spoke to me in this very place just 2 1/2 hours ago. The lighter of the Burning Bush spoke to me. The architect of the Grand Canyon entered my morning. The designer of the Rocky Mountains paused here to get my attention. The distiller of the finest wedding wine ever consumed by man gave me a direction.
The day began in sweatpants and a T-shirt. I told those at my office yesterday that I would be hibernating in my home office today for the purpose of planning the churches sermon schedule for the next three months. That is, at best, a daunting task. What does God desire to have spoken from our pulpit for the next 12 weeks? To miss His direction is to waste serious time. Time that could be well spent mentoring, leading, and teaching the Word of God. As I unfolded my tablet computer I clicked the link to read the morning news. Last night the Chicago Bears ... my Chicago Bears ... defeated the Dallas Cowboys in a most impressive fashion. To add frosting to the cake they retired Iron Mike Ditka's jersey in a halftime ceremony. Quite the fitting tribute. As I read the comments Mike made in a post game interview something stirred within me as I contemplated these words, “I think when you don’t have time for people, you got a problem.’’
Time was slipping by. I began reading scripture and then spent some time talking to God. I told him I want to be the man that he wants me to be. I told him that I would do anything he wants me to do if He would just make clear to me what that might be. And then I opened a blank page and began the long process of seeking to determine what God would have us to teach in our church in the coming months. I am well aware that if I mess this up, if I do not hear God clearly, I am wasting many people's time. That is not acceptable.
As I placed my hands on the keyboard my phone rang. Noooooo. Not now. I'll let it go to voice mail. I mean, that's what voice mail is for. Right? It could be a conversation that would be a huge time waster. And I don't have time to waste. So. I'll just let this go. Whoever it is would surely understand. I mean ... I'm serving God here. Right?
“I think when you don’t have time for people, you got a problem.’’
Seriously? Ditka? Get out of my head.
"I think when you don't have time for people, you got a problem."
This time it did not sound like Iron Mike. It sounded like the voice of Jesus. The Jesus that always made people His priority. The Jesus that said, "Let Him who has ears to hear, hear." That means, "To Him who has the Spirit of God living in him ... listen up. I'm speaking to you. Use your spiritual ears."
I grabbed the phone. The conversation snatched me out of my warm, comfortable office. It put me into my dirty, salt covered Mustang at a bone jarring 19 degrees. It sent me on a 62 mile journey that involved an ambulance and the State Police. And with every turn of the wheel I was aware that I was exactly where I was suppose to be on planet earth. I was in sync with the will of my Father. I was doing what I was created to do at that moment in time. Why? Because God used the words of an old football player to snap me back to reality. And I am so glad He did.
“I think when you don’t have time for people, you got a problem.’’ If I've got time, you've got time. Make it happen.
Posted by Ron at 12/10/2013 02:46:00 PM 2 comments
Thursday, October 24, 2013
So Sue Me
It's Thursday and the weekend is farther away that I'd like it to be. It's chilly out and summer's back is broken. I'm plopped down at my mega-desk where I can barely reach the JuJuBees in the corner so I content myself with chewing stale gum. I'm pulling out my increasingly thin hair as I try to plot a course for our church educationally from here through spring. The food pantry closed two hours ago and our church offices are quieter than I like them to be. My brain is already half way to St. Charles where we will dine with our kids, grandkids, and friends tonight. And a recently ended vacation is trying to suck me backward to the upper peninsula of Michigan where the white fish know my name and the leaves have all committed suicide.
And that is today in a nutshell.
Somehow I don't think Jesus schedule looked like my schedule. I think He lived every minute with a laser focus boring into the lives and needs of others. But are you like me? Do you let the obligations of what appears to be need hold you back from what you absolutely KNOW to be needs? (And do you see the difference?) Shouldn't I kick this desk to splinters if it keeps me from getting up and going about the active business of loving one person? Serving one soul? Meeting one need?
I dropped by my caffeination station yesterday. A woman from our church was there and she greeted me with a "Hello, Pastor." I returned the greeting and then knocked her over because she was blocking my way to my liquid crack. (Just kidding about half of that last sentence. Guess which half.) After I paid for my drink, the manager of the store, a bearded gentlemen who would look more at home teaching at Princeton than managing a Quick Mart, (thank you, Great Recession,) ran his fingers across his hairy chin, looked at my quizzically, and said, "Did she call you 'Pastor?'" "Yup. She did." We stood there for an awkward amount of time, me waiting for a follow-up question and him mulling over my original answer. And then he said, "I'm sorry. I'm just replaying all of our previous conversations in my mind trying to remember what I've said to you." I've known him for about 6 months and I guess the subject of what I do with my life had never come up. He had never asked and I had never felt the nudge. You know. "The Nudge." That moment when God tells you to get involved in someone's life. If I jump before I feel The Nudge I will probably screw things up. So I've learned to wait. (God is a lot smarter than I am. And His timing is better.) The guy isn't just a number to me. And that's good because I forget numbers every day. He's a guy. A very hairy guy. I've baptized and buried people from Quick Marts before. So I take my caffeination and hairy guys seriously.
But here is my point. That feels so much more "right" than sitting at a desk does. He's a person. My desk is a former tree. I do love trees but I prefer people. And I feel a constant pull ... a continual tug ... to be with people. To build relationships. To win the right to care and maybe be of use to someone.
Sooooo ... I'm leaving my office now. I'm leaving the pulp behind and I'm going in search of flesh and blood. This may be a boring blog post but my brother yelled at me about 2 weeks ago that I hadn't blogged in 5 weeks. (Hi, Jim!) I guess it's been 7 now.
So sue me.
Posted by Ron at 10/24/2013 02:22:00 PM 4 comments
Thursday, August 29, 2013
The Dog Days Of Summer At Woods Cemetery
Today, with a mere 3 vacation days left before Sunday's events, I decided to take a drive. Desperate to get out of the house. Gotta move. I had an errand to run and after completing it I found myself drawn to a comfortable place from my past. Near Bunker Hill there is a cemetery with a name that intrigues me. "Woods Cemetery."
Posted by Ron at 8/29/2013 02:10:00 PM 2 comments
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
20 Years Ago This Weekend
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Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Charcoal Grill Theology
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Monday, June 24, 2013
The 9th Street IPhone Symphony
I sat at the long row of wooden tables with my "Partner in BBQ" on the sidewalks of St. Louis a couple of Friday's ago. We have declared the sixth day of each week in the summer of '13 to be our "Great Barbeque Hunt Friday's." On those days you will finds us at a new restaurant sampling the sweet and savory sauces that increasingly runs through our veins. On this day we were at Bogarts in the Soulard neighborhood. And we were IMpressed. Yes, we were wowed enough to capitalize the IM in IMpressed. English teachers ... hush up.
As Debbie and I devoured our pulled pork our phones both began chirping an irregular tone. And then, instantaneously, the entire row of tables seemed alive with the exact same tone. You would know it if you heard it ... it is a tone peculiar to the iphone. Evidently iphone owners feel a singular call to Bogarts. (Or perhaps, a "cingular" call?) Up and down the sidewalk iphones chirped. Across the street iphones chirped. In passing cars iphones chirped. And so there we were. Roughly 30 strangers all looking bewildered as our phones mimicked each other. And as one we all reached for those magical tools to see what the fuss was about. It seems an "Amber Alert" had been issued for the immediate area we were in and a message had been dispatched to cell phones in our location.
Now friends, that is a great idea. Kudo's to the phone companies and law enforcement for getting one right. I never heard any more and I do not know if the missing person was found or not. But I will not soon forget the iphone symphony on 9th Street.
I'm one of those guys who believes that God speaks to His kids. It only makes sense. The Bible talks about it. It's happened throughout history. God never announced that He was shutting-up. The Bible actually talks about "the still, small voice of God." Add to that the fact that I have experienced the inaudible whisper of God many times in many ways and you might correctly assume that I'm convinced. God speaks. Today. To His children. And if you are His, He will speak to you. I believe that. But you have to be "His kid." You have to have His Spirit living inside of you. And that happens when you decide to trust Christ as the Savior of your soul and the Director of your destiny. And when the Spirit moves into you ... you are "activated." You have been equipped. You now have "spiritual ears" and are capable of two-way communication with God. And when it happens ... it's a beautiful thing. Nothing is better than hearing God's voice. Because when God speaks it means there is hope.
There were a few people at those tables on 9th Street that had no idea what was going on. Those people did not have iphones. They had never heard that tone and they didn't recognize it as being important. But those who had been equipped ... those who had the iphones ... they knew. How great would it be if all believers were that prepared and knew what it was like to hear God's voice. So many live in denial. So many live in spiritual sadness, wanting to have an intimate relationship with God but not understanding that He is indeed available for them now. Today. He is speaking to them and they do not recognize it as Him.
This is a subject that is so dear to my heart I could talk about it all day. Hearing God ... intimacy with The Almighty ... it is our for the taking. For free! You may not agree (I've had long discussions with those who do not and who got rather ... huffy ... with me because I do) so let me say without any sarcasm or malice in any way. If you do not agree with me ... that is alright! Enjoy the silence! And I will enjoy The Voice!
The IPhone Symphony reminded me of something. It's in the words of an old song. It goes, "And He walks with me, and He TALKS with me! And He tells me I am His own. And the VOICE I hear, falling on my ear, none other has ever known!"
I just thought you might want to know.
Posted by Ron at 6/24/2013 12:09:00 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
A Honk And A Whisper
HONK! HONK! HONK!
HONK! HONK! HONK!
HONK!
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Posted by Ron at 6/18/2013 12:32:00 PM 0 comments
Thursday, June 06, 2013
I've Been Google-Ized!
Today I was driving along, minding my own business and not
causing harm to anything, when what should appear out my window but … The
Google Car! You know the one. This is the vehicle that takes the pictures
for Google “street view” on Google Maps.
Posted by Ron at 6/06/2013 03:15:00 PM 0 comments
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Other Than That We Had A Really Good Afternoon...
Life is good. Some things are gooder than others. Awesome barbeque is way up on my list of reasons to get up in the morning. And thus we were off on an adventure last Friday. You might call it "Ron and Debbie's Most Excellent Adventure Gone Bad." The target of our journey? Pappy's Barbeque in St. Louis. World famous (not really, but they think they are.) Incredibly delicious (true, if you eat the ribs.) Worth the hour long wait (uhhhhhh ... no. I can only think of a few things in life worth an hour long wait. But then I'm not known as "Captain Impatience" for nothing.)
After we annihilated our barbeque we returned to Emma the Mustang, pulled out of the parking lot, and began the return trip across the river to our Illinois homestead. We drove down Olive Blvd. and a "pop... pop, pop, pop" interrupted our conversation. The neighborhood was not dangerous but Debbie asked me "gun fire?" I honestly couldn't say that it wasn't. It had that same semi-distorted sound that you get outdoors when you are near, but not at, a shooting range. Another mile down the road we heard it again. So it could not be gunfire. It had to be car related. Emma was running smoothly. Nothing seemed to be amiss.
I steered the Mustang onto the interstate and realized we were in the heart of traffic fleeing the city at the beginning of the Memorial Day weekend. "POP...POP, POP, POP!" Our wheels were back on Illinois turf having just run out of runway on the Martin Luther King bridge. "POP..." you get the idea. And then ... whoa. All of the instruments on my dash went gonzo. The speedometer, tachometer, and all of those lesser gauges were alternately burying themselves at maximum power or falling to a terminal zero. And every time it went to zero I lost all power from the engine. That would last a couple of seconds and the next "POP" would restore power. We were on a sports car teeter-totter.
Emma The Mustang |
And finally the power from the engine got so weak that I did the only thing I could do, making a bit of an impromptu exit across two lanes of traffic and onto St. Clair Avenue. The car kept running. It began to idle normally. (People watched from a distance.) I considered turning it off and letting it cool down but in exchange for that opportunity other things might heat up. (People watched from a LESSER distance.) That seemed like a bad deal. I eyed the entrance ramp back on to I-64. I know Debbie was trying to figure out what I was doing (so was I) as I dropped Emma into gear and dove back into traffic. Forty-five breathless minutes later, after numerous exits and attempts to get out of the busy rush of homeward bound vehicles, we turned into our driveway. I backed out again and parked in front of our house. We got out and I hit the button to lock the doors. It didn't work. I hit the horn. Nothing. I turned the ignition. Dead as a hair brush. Oh, wow. I thought about how close I had come to turning the engine off on that East St. Louis exit ramp. Kind of glad I didn't do that.
Before I went into the house I glanced under the hood. Did I mention I got a "C-" in Auto Shop back in high school? And that was for simply working on a lawn mower engine. After confirming the engine was still there, "hmmm"ing a few times and grabbing the occasional engine part so Debbie would be impressed, I went into the house.
I spent the first part of the weekend trying to figure out which mechanic to use on my sure to be thousands-of-dollars repair. I mentioned to God that I really appreciated Him having bailed us out on the drive home and I would do my best to follow His lead on the upcoming repair. And then Sunday came and I walked out to Emma, opened the door with a key, popped the hood and look underneath. It took my trained eye (sic) all of five seconds to notice ... the positive battery cable was off.
What?
I put the cable back on. I hit the button the remote on my keychain. The door locked. I hit the "panic button." The horn worked. I started the car. I drove for half an hour.
Perfect. Perfect.
I have no idea how the battery cable came off. That doesn't just happen. But it did. And it was bouncing around hitting the battery terminal every time it swung back and forth. When it hit the terminal the battery would pop and the car would start, restoring power. When it would swing away from the terminal there was not enough power from the alternator to keep things going and the engine would actually die (or lose all power while coming very close to dying. Hey... I'm not a mechanic. I'm guessing here. Remember?) All of this trouble for a loose bolt and a popped cable.
I've been thinking about all of that this week. No real harm was done. Unless you count our adrenal system which is still trashed. Debbie wakes up in the middle of the night screaming "Give me more power, Scotty!" But in talking this through with God He has pointed something out. The same thing happens to my life that happened to my car. Sometimes I come "unplugged" from God. He still loves me. I'm still saved. Heaven is still on my itinerary. But I lose all power. And then I swing back and "POP!" I get back in my groove. For a day or two. And then along comes another swing to the left and I come unplugged again. No power.
How very sad. God created me to run on a steady diet of direction and energy that He provides for me when I stay closely connected to Him. But sometimes I forget and I think I am doing it all myself. I think I'm really smart. And I think I'm really in control. And all of the good things that I see God do ... I think they are getting done because I'm so very good at what I do and at just being who I am.
How silly. How stupid. I cannot do anything of eternal worth unless empowered by the Spirit planted in me by my Father. I am reminded of what Paul said to the "foolish Galatians" in Galatians 3. "How foolish can you be? After starting your Christian lives in the Spirit, why are you now trying to become perfect by your own human effort? Have you experienced so much for nothing? Surely it was not in vain, was it?"
Oh, foolish Ron. Get it together. You've been on this journey with Jesus for a long, long, time. Do you really think you are running on your own power? You might want to rethink that, big fella... Or, as Dr. Phil says, "How's that working for ya?"
Not so good.
Posted by Ron at 5/30/2013 03:04:00 PM 1 comments
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Loving 'Em All
I'm still learning.
I began my foray into my "Love 'Em All" plan days ago. The idea was to write every day about an encounter I manufactured during the day to bless or restore someone, loving them while lifting myself out of a bit of an emotional slump. It sounded like a good idea at the time. But today I hear the electronic voice of reason screaming in my ear, "ABORT! ABORT! ABORT!"
It's not hard finding people to love and bless. It is very hard to write in a way that is non-embarrassing to them. Most, though not all, of the people I've tripped over and worked to bless are people I know. That means they may well read this blog. And if I bless them only to hurt them, well, that's not a good idea. Know what I mean?
So I am continuing my "Love 'Em All" journey but I won't be writing about it unless it's a unique opportunity and will not cause anyone pain.
Just thought you might want to know. The lesson is ... love well. But keep it to yourself. Most of the time.
Posted by Ron at 5/28/2013 11:30:00 AM 0 comments
Friday, May 24, 2013
Love 'Em All ... (Day 6 & 7)
This is HARD! Not the loving people part. It is hard keeping on your toes looking for people whose situation you can "speak in to." It is very difficult to remember step by step, moment by moment, that loving someone is not necessarily a BIG thing. It's just doing what needs to be done when you see the opportunity. Like ...
Day six ... Today I held a door. Yup. I held a door open for someone who obviously needed it. That's pretty much a small thing. I was at a "quick mart" kind of place. I parked my car and walked to the door. As I reached for the handle I noticed a woman behind me walking from the gas pumps. She was at least 30 feet away. I mean, really she was barely in front of her car. Her purse was slung over her shoulder. He other hand held a cane which she leaned on heavily at each step. But she was a long way off. I just noticed her. No bells and whistles. No Voice of God booming from the clouds. She was just there and I was just going through the door and in the process of letting it close behind me when it occured to me ... a good guy would hold the door. Jesus would hold the door. That last one cinched it. If Jesus would do it then I want to do it. I took the short step back to the door and held it open. She kept coming. Then I noticed the lottery tickets in her hand. aww geez. If I hold the door for her rather than getting in line myself she will get in line ahead of me. She will take the cashiers time as she scans every ticket and then she will want to buy more. All I wanted was to fill a quick cup with ice and caffienated goodness and be on my way. I was actually in somewhat of a hurry. But once you realize Jesus would do something, good luck talking yourself out of doing it. I mean, if you have a soul. The lady finally reached the sidewalk, hoisted herself up on it, stepped in front of me, walked through the door, got in line ... and never said a word. No "thank you." No smile. Not even a grunt. Nothing. Okay. I walked toward the cold drink dispenser, grabbed what I wanted, and waited in line behind her while she paid for her gas, scanned her tickets, bought new tickets, and grabbed a carton of cigerettes for good measure. And I felt so very good about myself later as I left the store. Uh-uh. Actually, no I didn't. I felt irritated. Irritated at her for not even acknowledging my self-sacrificing ways. But mainly I felt irritated at myself for feeling irritated. I have to either get completely ON this train or get OFF it altogether.
I'm staying on.
Day Day seven ... Today I stunk at this. I'm chalking it up as a swing and a miss. Yes, pastor's strike out too.
Posted by Ron at 5/24/2013 01:02:00 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Love 'Em All ... (day 3 & 4 & 5)
It has been kind of busy around my little life these past few days. I have not had the time to sit at a keyboard and record what God has been doing or what He has been letting me do. So this is "Catch-Up-Tuesday." Today you get three stories for the price of one. Congratulations. You should feel special.
Saturday was an easy day to find someone to bless. It was my Debbie's birthday. She hasn't made a secret of it. It was her "double nickel birthday." Fifty-five. It is very odd to think of her as being that age. I understand and accept my own aging better than I understand and accept hers. In my eyes she is still the beautiful teenage girl that I fell in love with and stole away from her father. Every time I look at her I see that girl. Even today. And it was only appropriate that I honor her in every way possible on this occasion. And so we began "The Party" on Friday night with our small-group meeting at our house. Debbie had already been the lucky recipient of a mega-stand for the hammock I gave her some years ago. In those days we actually had trees to hang it between. Our current treeless home requires something a bit more man-made. And then at small-group she hit the jackpot, being served a huge "Oreo Blizzard Cake" from D.Q. It lasted all of 15 minutes before she led the group in devouring it. On Saturday morning we had a special picnic for Towerview's military personnel. And when that concluded I told her to get in the car because I was about to make her very uncomfortable. You see, Debbie HATES to shop for herself. And so I told her, "I just filled my wallet with money and now we are going shopping for YOU." (I didn't tell her it was all one dollar bills. Kidding...) It was painful to watch her walk around the stores wanting to enjoy herself but all the while knowing she would rather use the money for someone else. That was not a choice I had given her! And she came home with quite a haul, making her husband proud. And finally came the part of the day I think she enjoyed the most. We drove to St. Charles and caught up with our son and grandson. (Laura already had plans.) She chose the restaurant, "Christy's," a little "joint" that serves up some of the best burgers in town, complete with "pub cheese" and crinkle-cut fries. Her smile was complete as little Judah smiled at her and at least tried to say, "Happy Birthday, Grandma!"
Day three. Mission accomplished!
Sunday was ... Sunday. Let us just say that on Sunday's I try to lift up an entire church. Sometimes it goes well. Sometimes not! But at the end of the day, as we were in the middle of bible study with the SMALLEST crowd we've had since moving to Towerview, the door opened and a young man stuck his head in. "Is this for members only?" I assured him that it was not. He and his wife came into our sanctuary and joined us for a bible study on "The Keys To The Kingdom" out of the book of Matthew. We always have fun studying the bible together at The Tower. Tonight was no exception. When we were finished I sought out our guests and invited them to be our guests as Debbie and I were going out to grab a bite to eat. (Have you noticed our lives are built around food?) They hesitated. This couple was very, very young. Barely adults. He is in the Air Force. I assured them that the meal was our treat and we would just love to get to know them. And so they joined us at McAllister's and we spent a great hour getting to know our new friends. I'm hoping that they got as much pleasure out of the evening as we did. They assured us that they would be back on Sunday morning. I gave them my phone number and email address in case they needed anything throughout the week. They have only been living in our town for a month and are still feeling their way around. But it was nice to see a spark in their eyes as they got in their car to return to their little home near the base.
Day four. Mission accomplished!
And then there was yesterday. Monday. I'm involved in a sensitive situation and so I really cannot say much about it. But God gave me the opportunity to sit with a teenager that is deeply troubled. We didn't engage in serious talk. I barely know her. She barely knows me. That makes it easy to intimidate a kid. We did not pray together. But she was all alone and feeling very destitute. And so we did the one thing that I could think of that would lift her spirits and bring her a bit of enjoyment. This is really deep ... truly therapeutic. Are you ready? We played cards. Yep. She had a deck of cards and she wanted to play that old kid game "War." And so "War" it was. Right up until they told her that she had to eat lunch. Now maybe a nicer guy would have gone easier on her. But I decimated her. Look, it was just a card game. She gave me a hug and was laughing when she left the room. So hey ... we were far better off than we were before we shuffled the cards. And that, my friend, is a part of blessing and restoring someone.
Day five. Mission accomplished!
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