The Blood

 In the morning and at night I plead the blood over all of us. Actually sometimes I plead it over everything. Then I am trying to remember to confess psalm 91 over us all too. 

So if attacks come we are all covered. It’s a promise. They do come but remember it’s what you do when they come. Most of the time the first thing out of our mouth is the wrong thing.

The Bible says life and death are in the power of the tongue. I learned years ago we have what we say.

The cute little sayings this world has taught us are death words. Butch use to say if worst comes to worst. He catches himself now because he gets in trouble with me. 

I hate to hear people say it is what it is. No it’s not. The Bible says we are ensnared by the words of our mouth. If you’re having a bad day today stop and think about yesterday. What were you saying? 

What about the saying that scared me to death. For one thing God didn’t give us fear. 

Another one is oh that dessert is to die for. I ain’t dying over any dessert and that’s what I tell a person that says that in my presence. Psalm 91 promises long life.

I could go on and on but I am sure I got my point across. Blessings. 

Old Pictures

On our TV stand is a picture of Butch and I at Northern ave. It was Probably 1987ish. We’re standing in our dining room. I look behind us and remember when we painted the walls baby blue in the living as well as in the dining room. 

We were getting ready to paint that Saturday and a nearby friend (acquaintance) called and on the landline asking if Butch could help him redo his patio. We should have said no but I let him go help. So I tackled the painting on my own. I painted one roller on and called Butch to come home and get his opinion. I will say it looked a lot different but when the job was done I loved it. I later read that if you want to make your house look cozy paint it baby blue.

Butch has always said he doesn’t like to paint. So all three spec homes if I wanted them painted I did the painting. Yes I did all three homes. 

Northern avenue was our first home after two years in a mobile home. We loved it and the kids were younger. We were basically baby Christian’s. In fact if you have read my book on this blog (Life as a Christian should be simple) it was a miracle how we got the home. It was all God. I still miss the three seasons porch all these years later. 

There are things I miss from each home we lived in. I have said next home we will make sure we have everything we miss. However we don’t feel right now that God has a move for us. Maybe after the housing crash. 

God is so good. I always tell Him how spoiled we are but He already knows since He the spoiler. Forty plus years and He hasn’t quit. He is an awesome God. Blessings.