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Monday, September 5, 2011

Gentle spirit



11:15 p.m. Today's project was to enjoy a nice Labor Day lunch with our daughter Heather and our son-in-law Nick. Steve and I did the best we could to get ready considering my gimpy leg and his mental struggles, but the table was set, the corn had hit the boiling water and the spicy potato wedges were in the oven by the time the front door was unlocked by the kids.



We were delighted that Nick was able to open the gas valve on the barbeque grill, a job that had nagged at Steve all week and caused frustration for both of us. Nick then proved to be the perfect grill master, with our hamburger patties uniformly tasty, but with some more done than others--perfect for every taste! From the home front, the corncobs were small but delicious, as were the homemade and grown green tomatillo salsa and my "secret" barbeque sauce.



Later, I was told by the caregiver that stayed with Steve while I went down to Long Beach for an evening with my son Kriss and Marisela, that Steve is such a gentle spirit, and told her, "the Lord is the one who keeps me going."



Believer, we each have a testimony, even those like Steve whom the world would officially but tactfully set aside because they just can't keep up with life now. In trusting Christ, Steve has grasped the most important piece of knowledge ever made available to mankind: "Jesus Saves."



Hear I Corinthians 1:27, 29:



God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise...that no flesh should glory in his presence.



Be glorified O Lord, in our lives today!

2 comments:

  1. So glad you had a good Labor Day. Praise God you were able to get around better.

    My AZ Christain husband prays wonderful prayers, but when he gets mad he swears, a pre-sanctification practice. The hippocampus in his brain has less neurons and prevents him from filtering out what he says.

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  2. Hi Carol, I have heard of AZ victims who never used foul language before cussing like crazy. It can be so distressing, unless loved ones remember to say, "It's not them taliking--it's the disease." Best to you, sister!
    Dana

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