Warm Heater Vents

 

Last Sunday, we had a cold snap.  It was blackberry winter, or dogwood winter, or something like that.  But the kids at church knew just were to go: stand over the heater vents in the side aisle at church.  There was one vent left up front, so I joined them … but just for a moment.  Long enough to get a picture.  And every Sunday, their parents know just where to take their kids too: take them to church where they will hear about Jesus (and get warm on a cold day).  I’m so glad that I heard about Jesus and received Him as my Lord and Savior April 17, 1956.  Quite a while ago!  I was born into God’s forever family as a little child.  Matthew 19:14, “But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”

Sweet Smell

 

I had the most wonderful disaster a couple of weeks ago (see my post on Feb.12).  I spilled lavender oil all over my kitchen counter.  The spill was a much better smelling accident than a bacon grease spill would have been.  Well, kind of.  So, I cleaned it up with paper towels and disposed them in the kitchen trash can.  But the lavender oil got all over the trash can lid and all down the inside of the trash can.  And that sweet-smelling fragrance has lingered for almost 2 weeks!  It has made me want to hang around the kitchen trash can!  Ha, ha!  It has reminded me of the gift that the church in Phillipi sent to the apostle Paul.  The gift was a pleasant surprise and continued to be a source of joy to the old missionary.  Paul said in Philippians 4:18, “But I have all, and abound: I am full, having received of Epaphroditus the things which were sent from you, an odour of a sweet smell, a sacrifice acceptable, wellpleasing to God.”  Hey, do you remind people of a lavender spill or of a bacon grease spill?  I like bacon, but I love, love, love lavender!  So, what about you?  Hey, be a blessing to someone today.

Great Grand Baby

 

My granddaughter is at the hospital right now in labor delivering my new great grand baby!  Keep Mary Kate, Michael, and my daughter (Mary Kate’s mother) in your prayers.  Psalm 127:3, “Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.”