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The Water of Life

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through. Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn\’t see some rain soon… we would lose everything.

It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes...

LEARN TO LEAN

It took me forever, Lord, to learn how to lean. To leave my friends as you lovingly began to wean. I know I was stubborn, and I dug in my heels, And when you applied pressure did I ever squeal.

It was a concept, Lord, that I just hadn\’t learned, And obviously . . . I was not too much concerned. But as my old leaning-posts were taken away, Routine confidence . . . began rapidly to fray.

Then your Holy Spirit, made it abundantly clear, To you alone, Lord, must I unltimately adhere. Only in your word and Spirit, may I ever grow strong, As you continue to teach me, a blessed new song.

It is not in friends and others, that I will understand. All my strength and wisdom, must come to me firsthand...

Information Please

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person – her name was Information Please, and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anybody\’s number and the correct time.

My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer...

PRISON WALLS

I\’m in prison
jail, incarcerated
No, not with three brick
walls and one
of iron bars
but prison nevertheless
I can walk around, go where I want
I could travel the world
You can\’t see the walls
and you don\’t have to sign in
to see me, or get frisked
for security reasons
But I\’m still in prison
the prison of the mind
I know the dimensions
yes I\’ve paced it off
God, I\’ve been here long enough
The walls are high and strong
but not made of anything
that man can physically breakthrough
they\’re made of fear and betrayal
My cell is cluttered, furnished with
anger, hate, responsibility, unrequited love,
lack of trust, but the need to belong
fights against the need to be free
the need to be me
Oh, I can see the outside world
through my small window
and sometimes what I see makes
me feel safe ...

Be Encouraged

A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day, decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray. Just then the back door opened, a man came down the aisle. The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn?t shaved in a while. His shirt was kinda? shabby and his coat was worn and frayed. The man knelt, he bowed his head, then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed, each noon time came this chap, each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap. Well, the minister?s suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear, He decided to stop the man and ask him, ?Watcha? doin? here??

The old man said, he worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour. Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power...