Deep Thoughts and Little Happenings

Our grandson, Brendon, recently came for his summer sleepover.  H e had a loose tooth.  Very loose.  Dangling by one thread of gum tissue loose.  Very painful.  Struggling to talk, eat, drink, and brush his teeth painful.  Unfortunately, he couldn't forget the pain and blood of loosing his other teeth.  His fear of causing that pain to return kept him from pulling this tooth or allowing us to pull it for him. Meanwhile, Grandpa and I watched his misery.  It was sad and frustrating.  We knew pulling that tooth would bring relief.  We wanted his ongoing pain and misery to stop! I came to understand a spiritual truth while watching Brendon's struggle.  My fear of allowing the Holy Spirit to lead me in a new direction makes about as much sense to my heavenly Father as Brendon keeping that tooth does to us. Walking away from where I am may bring momentary pain, but following the Holy Spirit will always bring me to a place of relief and joy.  The Spirit leads me someplace out

We've just enjoyed nine days with one of George's U.K. cousins and her husband.  Because none of us knew the others existed prior to last year, we spent a lot of time telling stories, sharing pictures, and just getting to know one another. Something we began to realize very early on was our words do not have the same meanings.  We are citizens of different countries and what means one thing in the U.K. means another in the U.S.A..  One such word is piddling.  Did you know that when we say someone is piddling (going slower than necessary), they hear bathroom talk?  I call our evening meal supper.  Hazel calls the evening meal tea.  They go on holiday and we go on vacation.  Their cars have a boot and ours have a trunk. Anyway, this got me to thinking.  Through faith in Jesus Christ, I'm a citizen of heaven, but I'm living in a foreign land.  How much of what I hear from the LORD's Word is mixed up by where I live and my understanding of that Word? Most of us ha