each day is new

..he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows. (Isaiah 53:4)..... I concentrated on the silence of the morning and the sound of acorns dropping from the trees to the porch... the porch that he worked so hard to build, to create an enjoyable area for his family... There are people all around to visit, but I don't feel like socializing, I don't feel like laughing but they are here to show us they care..... I move about the house to continue to do the things that have to be done, but things go undone and sorrow and grief fog my mind. Once again a great man plucked from this earth, a man that many depended on and needed but God needed him more. God was ready for him and God has no respect of person. When it is time, it is time. There is a great respect there for God, but still a deep sorrow...... A deep sorrow to try and pick up the pieces that are left, and go on. Sadness floods my heart, but peace and hope is there as well. Peace that surpasses all understand

   Danny has been teaching/preaching on God's commands to us.  I have heard this spoken before but I awoke this morning with it on my mind. I woke up thinking of my mom and how I wish I could do more for her and I wish I was closer and my mind started thinking about her neighbor.  She calls on this neighbor often for any immediate need she may have and I began to thank God for this neighbor and I prayed for her.     Who is my neighbor.... It's the woman around the way that dosn't drive and asks for help It's the widow man down the street who has no one to cook for him, so he dosn't eat It's the girl at the cash register who dosn't smile because she is having a bad day It's the man on the corner who looks in disarray It's the person who stole your parking place, It's the child who is at your school who looks lonely and sad It's the person next to you in the check out line that might need a smile So your neighbor isn't your neigh