Good Folks, it is the first Friday in July, the seventh day. I came across this story from Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928—May 28, 2014), who by-the-way blessed me with her autograph, when she kindly gave me after giving a speech at Southern Methodist University many years ago. Enjoy the story.
During the picking season my grandmother would get out of bed at four o’clock (she never used an alarm clock) and creak down to her knees and chant in a sleep filled voice, “Our Father, thank you for letting me see this New Day. Thank you that you didn’t allow the bed I lay on last night to be my cooling board, nor my blanket, my winding sheet. Guide my feet this day along the straight and narrow, and help me to put a bridle on my tongue. Bless this house, and everybody in it. Thank you, in the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, Amen.”
I believe that this prayer needs to take residence in my pocket briefcase. Or maybe, it should take residence on my bathroom mirror, to be reminded of God’s generosity and promises.
Sunday, the sermon will continue on the sermon series, with the theme being: What to do when you feel worried-lonely-depressed. God is generous and God keeps his promises.
Until then, many the Lord bless every step of this day, every breath you take, every hand you shake and every smile you share. Be at Peace (Shalom) with God and neighbor.
Blessings from Duncanville, Pastor Frank