Sunday Pillow Talk

Every Sunday I wonder if I will cop out and let my pillow talk me into staying at home instead of going to Church or working the food pantry.  Every Sunday I get up, get dressed and go to Church and then work the food pantry.

There is just something about going to church that completes me.  I try to listen to the sermons, but I will admit that my mind is sometimes somewhere else.

Regarding the food pantry.  I go because I need help to feed my family.  Secondly, because the work is physical, it is nice to help doing something I can do in my current state of health failure.

I was praying for the food pantry on Wednesday and I kept having this slogan go through my mind…..Training today’s youth to be tomorrow’s Life Changers.  I couldn’t sleep, I knew I had to tell the director of the food pantry.  Once I told her, a peace came over me and I was able to sleep.

Then there was today.   We happened to finish early due to new servicing protocol.  So, the director and I were talking.  I got her caught up on the family news, she prayed for my husband’s disability to be approved this year and then she asked me what I thought about this year for the pantry.  I got a weird feeling down in my core of my bones, looked her straight in the face and told her that I truly felt that God would have her at a different location by the end of the year.  She smiled and said I was the 5th person to tell her that since the new year.  I told her that God was going to make it happen.  She asked how I knew,  I just told her I felt it in my bones.  How does one explain what God whispers to their inner being?

My words to you my friend, is to keep up reading the Bible on daily basis.  Eventually God will talk to you through it.  Keep going to church even when you  don’t want to.  You may make someone’s day.  In fact, you may make your day a whole bunch better.

Finally, pray.  Talk, yell, scream, cry.  God doesn’t care.  He is always listening.  But, remember, He speaks back to us through other people and the whispers in the quiet.

 

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