Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Speak, Lord, for Your servant hears
This morning Matt was cooking some eggs and some of the butter must've gotten too hot on the griddle, making smoke travel to the upstairs. The fans sent it back down where it mingled with the dust floating around in the shafts of sunlight coming through the upper dormer window in the living room. Lissy was trying to catch the dust and then stopped and looked up at the hazy glow. She quietly asked me, "Is that God speaking to us?" I laughed and said, "No, it's just dust and smoke." :) I guess it looked like what she'd seen in movies.
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About Me
- Mississippi Rose
- I'm a Southern gal raised in MS, married to my sweet Matt from MO, the busy mamma to 4 (soon to be 5)young children. I'm realizing more all the time how I am helpless to do anything for Christ on my own. Yet when I yield myself to Him and ask for His wisdom and His power to be the wife, mom, and woman of God He wants me to be I am amazed at how He gives it. And I'm finally beginning to really understand worship as more than a church service.
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I hate to think who she'd think was speaking to her if she ever witnessed my accidentally leaving an iron skillet drying on the burner for 20 minutes... :)
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