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Enough with the Surprises Already (Part 3)

You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. (Psalms 91:5-6)

They say seconds always third themselves. I wasn’t wanting to prove that old adage correct at 2:30 a.m. Sunday morning at the cabin. We had had enough surprises Friday night with unexpected guests and Saturday morning with two flat tires. Who needed any more disturbances?

HunterNevertheless, at 2:30 a.m., Hunter started to bark … and growl. I wasn’t about to get up and check outside. As long as whatever was outside stayed outside, I was perfectly fine. Did I mention the lady who took us for the tires told us about a nuisance bear in the area. He had gotten into her trash more than once. Nice story. I didn’t need one of my own. So I buried my head under my pillow and tried to go back to sleep.

Hunter growled again.

Gene jumped out of bed like someone branded him with a hot iron.

I thought, Hide Hunter. He’s coming for you.

Instead, Gene braced himself on the top bunk beside our bed and moaned. I knew immediately his leg was cramping. Wrong! Both legs cramped. Poor Gene couldn’t move. If you’ve never had leg cramps, trust me you don’t want them.

I got Gene some tonic water and leg cramp pills. About 20 minutes later, he was able to relax enough to go back to sleep.

On the way home late Sunday morning, I spent a lot of time in prayer: “Please, Lord, don’t let thirds forth themselves. We’ve had enough.”

God is good always, all ways. We arrived home safe.

In retrospect, God had the weekend planned. He knew those people would be there. But He showed me I don’t need to let unexpected circumstances distract me from my time with Him.

God also knew we’d have two flat tires. Nevertheless, He enabled Gene to return to the cabin safely, and He led us to an honest tire dealer who gave us a great deal on four new tires, which, by the way, we would’ve had to buy in a few weeks anyway.

As for Hunter’s barking and Gene’s leg cramps … somethings just don’t seem to have an obvious purpose. However, whatever was outside stayed outside, and we didn’t find anything disturbed. God’s protection? I think so. And God eased Gene’s pain quickly through the medication.

There’s always something to thank the Lord for.

How about you? What are you thankful for today?

See you in a twinkling,

Brenda K. Hendricks

 

The Power of Water

 

“Whoever drinks the water I [Jesus] give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4:14)

Hunter water dish

EMPTY!


At 8:00 this morning, the heat and humidity began to rise. Going for a two-mile walk just about did Hunter and me in. We came home invigorated, yet panting and sweating. I poured water into the dog’s dish then filled a glass for myself. And the race was on. We gulped up our H20 like we’d just crossed Death Valley. Nothing quenches thirst like a tall glass of ice water.

Our bodies crave water for good reason. We’re 55-60% water depending on our gender. You knew that, right? But different parts of our bodies contain different percentages of water. For instance, our brains are 70% water. Our blood is more than 80% water. And our lungs are 90% water. Think about that. Our lungs consist of 90% water, yet we can drown on a small amount of water in our lungs (http://science.howstuffworks.com/environmental/earth/geophysics/h2o3.htm). We are truly intricately and wonderfully formed.

We cannot exist without water. However as soothing to the body and soul as it is, water is dangerous and destructive. Ask anyone who has lived through a flash flood, a hurricane, or a tsunami.

Here’s the thing:

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Next week:

We’ll consider dry ground. Is it the path of the enemy or of God? Prepare by reading Isaiah 41:17-20

See you in a twinkling,
Brenda K. Hendricks

D is For Defender

My dear children, I write this to you so that you will not sin. But if anybody does sin, we have an advocate with the Father—Jesus Christ, the Righteous One. (1 John 2:1)

Since he entered our lives, Hunter has pushed our buttons—sometimes all of them at once. He has been a fur ball full of energy and never seems to know exactly how to release that energy without getting on either Gene’s or my last nerve—sometimes both at the same time.

Hunter on Hunting ShowsHunter’s a dog. Dogs think and act like dogs. They bark at strangers, horses and buggies, and the wind. They run in circles like crazed squirrels. Then they bark at squirrels they don’t see. Dogs toss their toys at you and beg you to play at inconvenient times then let their toys lay at inconvenient places. They want 100% of your attention, especially when other people enter the house or you’re on the phone. And sometimes, Hunter, at least, needs a defender to stand up for him, to protect him from our wrath, and to remind us that he’s only acting like the dog he is.

Here’s the thing:

Like Hunter, I get into mischief. I procrastinate when I should be productive. I get angry when I should stay calm. I flap my gums when I should purse my lips. Let’s face it. I’m human. I think and act like a human. Therefore, I often fall short of a saintly, perfect, and righteous lifestyle. Yet, I know Jesus, my advocate … my defender, stands in the throne room before Almighty God, pleading my case.

How about you? What are some God references that come to mind using the letter D? Add yours in the comments below.

See you in a twinkling,
Brenda K. Hendricks