Mysterious Ways
Our minds work in mysterious ways, as does our Lord. This is how my day started: Mom: I have a dumb question to ask. Me: No question is dumb. What’s your question? Mom: That furniture in my bedroom looks like the furniture I bought long ago. Is it mine? Me: Yes. That’s yours. Mom: Oh my! How nice that it’s here. I bought something else too, I think Me: The cedar chest? Mom: Yes! She then proceeds to relate the whole story about how/why/when she bought the furniture. Mind you, I've heard this story many, many times. And isn't it odd that she can remember the story of how she bought the furniture, which was 70 years ago, but cannot remember that the furniture was moved down here with her. It has been in her room for over a year. She looks at it often and relates the story. Yes, I could feel my inner annoyance. I just wanted to drink my coffee and do my bible study. Here is an excerpt from this morning's study: "He is always there—far outranking Satan in strength—to hear...