.......No, I’m not talking about the movie with all the squealing. Nope it’s not about those steaming hot pizzas (yeah right, steaming cold maybe) hand-delivered to our door. I’m not going to hit you over the head with the photo album that chronicled little Bubba’s birth.
I asked the Lord what He wanted me to write about today, and as I waited, my mind began to wander (nothing new here). I discovered a crumb on my keyboard from this morning’s bran muffin, popped it in my mouth and spat it out. That was no bran muffin.
That’s when it hit me. I asked the wrong question. I should have asked,
“Lord, what are you up to today?” The answer came before the question left my lips.
“I’m setting the captive’s free.” He said.
“But I can’t do that!” I protested.“That’s right... You can’t, but I can.”“What do I have to do?”“Turn your eyes on Me, instead of every Tom, Slick and Mary that did something to make you mad. Forgive them. Let it go. Pray blessings into their life. Spend a little time in the word and then come and talk to me for a while.”
“Cool, I’ll get right on it... Hey Lord, who are we going to deliver?”“You’ve never met them, but someday they’ll pick up your book and...”
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