AMAZING GRACE

It is almost 5:30. It is cold but the snow they say may come has not yet arrived, Thats okay with "I" and me. We both are dragging around this morning. She went out and didn't bark once. I am worried about us both.

I am usually a bouncy person. Sort of like a older Tigger. So is "I". A dog version of Tigger. . We are not bouncing this morning. I am not sick. I don't believe she is. we are just kind of subdued, I smile at the notion of that idea. A subdued me. I guess that will probably never happen if I am honest. Maybe semi-subdued. I can not quite put my finger on how I feel this morning. No creative juices are flowing. No great expectations for the day ahead. I am always one who believes you should get up with the expection something good is going to happen to you. My Mom believed that very idea. She had this complete trust in God and believed if you placed your trust in him, with his protective hand over you. Good things would happen. Now of course not only good things happened to my Mother. She had many rough times in her life. But she was always the eternal optimist. And I believe she was because she had such a strong faith in God. If we truly believe there is a greater power that loves and cares for us. Then we can be optimistic.

I read a little short article once. Where there had been a man who was a good man but had never really had lived his life with a strong belief in God. He became very sick. His daughter had her Pastor come to see him. He was dying of cancer. In the last stages, he was in bed all the time. The preacher came, saw him, told him of Jesus. The man believed and was saved. The Minister came everyday to visit with the man. One morning his daughter came into his bedroom and he was laying over on a chair that was next to his bed. He had died there. After the funeral was over the Minister was talking to the daughter. She told him how happy she was that her Dad had been saved before he died. But she just couldn't understand why her Father had died with his head over in the chair.

The Minister smiled and told her how he had prayed with her Dad. And had told him when he was in pain or worried just pray. That God loved him, Jesus had died for him. He could tell Jesus when he was feeling alone. The man said he just didn't know how to pray. He was having a hard time trying to pray. The Minister said he pointed to the chair next to the bed. "Just think about Jesus sitting right here by your bed and talk to him he cares, just talk to him. So that is what the man did from that day forth. Talked to Jesus in that chair. And there he died, resting his head on Jesus. I love that thought. Just being able to rest on Jesus. What would I do if I didn't believe. Believe there is a God, who cares when I am not bouncy and trouncy. Who sees in me what the world will never see. And his love is called "Amazing Grace.'

I am not sure where this blog went today. Not where I fully intended. One of those rambling days again. I seem to have many of them. I am grateful for a Mother who told me about God. Taught me to believe. My friend the world will let you down. We in turn let others down. But I believe as sure as I stand here that God will never let me down. I am covered by his"Amazing love and grace."