Wanderings – Page 74 – The Life and Times of Joe Suttle

Change My Heart

joe March 16, 2008 Faith

Those words are the beginning of a praise song that was ringing in my heart. It continues “Oh God”. Try as we might, we don’t have the strength to change some things in our lives. It’s like the harder we try, the worse things get. Letting go is a hard thing to do. We need to trust Him to change us so that we don’t get all puffed up and think that “we did it”.

If what we do is for Him, then we ought to let Him make the decisions and get things in place for us. After all, we may think we know something, but we don’t know everything. Trusting Him puts us in the position of depending on someone else – not an easy to give up human trait. I just want to let Him keep making all the changes He knows have to be made.

Somehow…

joe March 15, 2008 Faith, General

it’s almost as if winter does not want to go away. The dark clouds gave way to those fluffy and billowy ones. Then came some more rain. At least I was not having a parade – had actually planned on cutting the grass (finally) in the front and back yards. Oh, well, will have to find some more time for that.

Floor Hockey finals were last night, and Nathaniel’s team won 11-10. Very good game, with lots of action, and they both teams matched point for point down to the end. In fact, Nathaniel’s team played the last two minutes with a player in penalty, but managed to hold onto their lead.

Max Lucado said yesterday in my devotional, “We hide, He seeks. We sin, He brings sacrifice.” A good reminder for living – it’s not me but Christ in me…

More Birds On The Way

joe March 12, 2008 General

The babies are feeding themselves, even though they still pester mom and dad for food. They are ready to fly away, and we will have to look up how to clip their wings. Paco and Taco are ready to go to their new homes. They are cute little guys (or gals) and do love to be held. But…there are now seven eggs in the nesting box, with six of them fertile. Not sure how we will take care of that crop of babies, but somehow, we will work with mom and dad to get them fed and on their way.