A PROPHET IS WITHOUT HONOR IN HIS OWN COUNTRY.

It's that time again. Monday morning. Five AM, coffee in my hands. A new week laid out before me. At least I'm counting on being around all week. Old heart don't fail me now. Brand new hours, new chances. Every day should be an experience for each of us. Precious time we should not squander. I always feel I should use it wisely but don't always succeed. Today I will try harder. Breath a little deeper, Thank God a little more often.

Well, I went to church yesterday. When I left the church it was still standing, no cracks in the walls. It was a good experience.. Jer gave a excellent sermon. If you hear him, you know beyond a shadow of doubt he has a call on his life.The music was excellent, a good turnout and I was proud of him.

I have heard him preach three times now. And it is always hard as his Mother to to comprehend this man who is speaking with compassion and enthusiasm is my helter skelter Jer. He has a gift. There is no denying it. You feel that presence when he speaks,

In the Bible in Matthew 13-57 Jesus speaks and he says, "A prophet is not without honor, save in his own country and his own house.." I think Jesus understood the concept that when people knows someone, grew up with them. See's their human frailties with feet of clay. Its sometimes hard to accept here is a man who God has whispered in his ear and spoke to his heart. There is no mistake when you hear him. He has a gift.

I do not know where this calling will lead him. He speaks with a compassion that touches people. I just wanted to say in the written word. Though I know he doesn't read my Blog. Jeremy I am proud of you. Your love for God and your desire that others will know God's love touches my heart. Sometimes walking in the light as God shows you is not always easy. And to be accepted sometimes in your own country, in your own house can be difficult. Never give up, never stop listening to God's words in your ear. Never stop having the burden for others you possess.

Our walk through life can be difficult. I guess sometimes we all feel a little misunderstood. Step at a time I tell myself. Just keep walking one step at a time. I am proud of my son. I am proud of my daighter. I have written here before when I feel really useless I look at my two children and feel I have contributed in some small way.

I wish I was a better writer. I wish I could take these words that live in my mind and express them better on paper. I wish I didn't look back at my years and count so many mistakes and errors that litter the highway of my life. I think what have I done? What difference have I ever made. Then I hear my son preach. Then I talk to my daughter on the phone. I remember her faith so strong when Mikayla was so sick. I am at least a small part of them. I feel good. So I just keep on taking one step at a time. I am blessed.