We haven't been to the store for a few days, so tonight for supper I decided to just see what I had on my shelf and in my refrigerator.  I knew that I had bought a package of boneless chicken breasts awhile back and had frozen half of them.  I looked up Chicken in an old Betty Crocker cookbook that Tommy had bought me for Valentine's Day early in our marriage.  (Perhaps a hint???)

As I looked down the list I saw a casserole dish using any kind of meat.  It also called for cubed bread, cheddar cheese, onions, peas, tomatoes and a white sauce.  I didn't think I had any tomatoes or peas but when I looked on the shelf I had a can of each!  I really wanted fresh tomatoes, but settled for the canned.   I had some croutons, so used those instead of bread. 

I had left over rice from last night, so warmed it up and we had a wonderful supper!  I was telling the guys that it was supposed to have fresh tomatoes but I had a can of whole tomatoes that I used instead.  About that time, a friend of ours, who comes underneath the bridge with us to work with the homeless, knocked on our door.  She asked if we needed any tomatoes!  There were two big boxes full!!

Now, I don't know about you, but I just think that is really strange.  Or maybe not.  Maybe it was just God's way of saying, I have all the resources anyone could ever want or need!

Thank you sweet Donna.  You are the dearest of friends and not just because you brought us tomatoes!  

I am keeping 3 of them...they are HUGE....but tomorrow I am taking them to our food truck to give out to those who come every Tuesday.   

What is it that you need this day?  "Ask and ye shall receive!"  (John 16:24)

In Deuteronomy 8 we read where the Lord fed the Israelites  with manna from heaven and gave them water from a rock, and they still complained!  Their clothes and shoes didn't wear out, and still they complained.  

Every week we give food and water to a hundred plus people underneath a bridge in Knoxville. We also give clothing and shoes.    We aren't the only place who does this.  No one in our town needs to go hungry or without clothing and shoes.

Yet, I can't tell you how often I hear complaining.  I can't tell you how often I throw away plates full of food, or find perfectly good clothing left behind on the ground.

It isn't just the homeless...it's me.  How in the world do I feel I have the right to complain about anything?  The Lord is constantly providing food and water for me..Many times that food seems to appear out of the sky!  The water seems to appear out of a rock.  My clothing lasts far longer than it should and my shoes never wear out.  

Yet I complain.  

"Beware that you do not forget the Lord your God by not keeping His commandments.  His precepts, and His statutes which I command you today.,  Lest when you have eaten and are full, and have built goodly houses and live in them, and when your herds and flocks multiply and your silver and gold is multiplied and all you have is multiplied, then your minds and hearts be lifted up and you forget the Lord your God."  Deuteronomy 8:11-14

What does it mean to be happy?  Is happiness something to seek after?  Does the Bible say much about being happy?  

These are all questions that have come up recently in discussions in our home.  After mulling over it for the past few days, I have decided that happiness is not something that one can seek and find.  Actually, I decided that the times in my life when I have been most miserable, were the times when I was the most happy.  Let me explain.

We have been to Mexico on work trips a few times.  Those trips were miserable.  Sleeping arrangements were awful...tents in the desert.  Showers were bucket showers where the water had creepy crawlies and unknown particles!  The heat during the day could and did get up to 115 degrees...nights down to 30.  The work was hard.  We mixed the concrete for the houses we built, by hand.  4-6 houses were built in 4 days.

I remember getting up around 5 in the morning to the sound of a rooster.  I usually sat outside my tent and wrote in my journal,  One morning I walked to the edge of our camp to brush my teeth,  I looked out over the desolate scrub brush and the thought suddenly came to me that I was happy!  Enormously happy!

One particular trip we went on was on a dump site.  The people in the area made their living by sorting through stuff on the dump to sell,  One day I walked down a dusty road toward the dump.  No one was around and all of a sudden I heard something behind me!  I turned around and a huge pig (it came up to my waist!) was following me down the road like a puppy dog!  At first it scared me.  Then I started laughing,  I realized that that pig had made me happy!

When I came back from my trip to the dump I told Tommy, "I think I could live here!" And I think I could!

Happy isn't something you search for until you finally find it.  Happiness just HAPPENS!  All of a sudden it appears before you, like a pig on a dusty road.  You can't explain it.  You couldn't if you tried. But, all of a sudden you will be walking down a dusty nondescript road (whether literal or fictional) and you find yourself overcome with happiness.  It may last the rest of the day or it may be fleeting, but it was worth whatever hardship you went through to reach it.

Tommy said that the beatitudes in the Bible can be translated Happy instead of Blessed.  
Happy are the poor in spirit
Happy are they that mourn
Happy are the meek
Happy are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness
Happy are the merciful
Happy are the pure in heart
Happy are the peacemakers
Happy are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake
Happy are YOU when people revile you and persecute you and say all kinds of evil things about you on HIS account
Be glad and supremely joyful!

When I think of being happy, I don't usually think of persecution!  Maybe the next time I say "I just want to be happy", I should read the Beatitudes again.

We were at the grocery store, as we are most Thursdays, getting food to feed our boys who come to our Thursday night Bible study.  They eat a lot!  Sometimes they give us food for them from the food pantry at the Dream Center next door, and they did this week.  We got a large roll of hamburger to make tacos.  There were a few things that they didn't have next door, so we went to the store to get the rest.

While we were shopping we ran into an old friend that we rarely see.  We caught up and he said he wanted the guys to come to his church sometime.  He left and we finished our shopping.  

As we headed to the check out, our friend came back in.  He said when he got to his car the Lord told him to come back in and pay for our groceries!  Actually what he said was that when he went back out to the car he was asking the Lord to show him someone to help.  As he was praying the Lord hit him up side of his head and said, "You just left them in the store!" 

What he didn't know was who the groceries were for!  When we told him, he knew for sure it was from the Lord.  He even told us to get more!  We said we had plenty and he said, "Where is the hamburger?"  (We had told him we were having tacos.)  We laughed and said that they had given us that at the warehouse!

Coincidence?  I don't think so.  God does stuff like that all the time!  The problem is that we don't always listen.  So, the next time you have a generous impulse, follow through.  Chances are it's the Lord speaking!

​In I Samuel 18:5 we read about David, who was a very young man, but God chose him to do great things for the Kingdom.  He was working in the palace of the King (Saul) and the Bible says "David behaved wisely wherever Saul sent him."

Further down in the chapter, verse 14, we read "David acted wisely in all his ways and succeeded and the Lord was with him."

Even further down in verse 30 it says, "David had more success in battle because he behaved himself more wisely than all Saul's servants."

Three times in one chapter we are told how David behaved wisely.  What a message to young people!  And...not only to young people, but to all of us.  How much heart ache and misery could be avoided if all of us "behaved wisely."  

Sad to say, later on, in II Samuel chapter 11 we see David NOT behaving wisely.  He sent his men into battle without him.  He should have been on the battlefield with them.  Had he "behaved wisely" he would have been!  He would not have been at home on his rooftop watching a woman bathe.  

As I look back over my life, I realize more and more that all of the mistakes I made and all the sins I committed were because I wasn't behaving wisely.  Perhaps I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Instead of being on the battlefield fighting for right and for justice, I was walking around on my rooftop enjoying the cool evening breeze.

God has a job for each of us.  We have to behave wisely though, and we have to pay attention when He tells us it is time to go into battle.  My prayer for all of us, His followers, is that as time for the end draws near, we will listen to Him, behave wisely and be ready to go into battle at a moments notice.

​It was Christmas Eve.  Jason had to work at the tv studio so we packed all our Christmas food into laundry baskets, along with a festive table cloth, candles and a center piece and off we went to have Christmas eve dinner at the tv studio.

On the way home I had a text from our preacher, Paul.  He asked if I could get in touch with Patsy, a widow who lives alone and has no family to care for her.  He said he had tried to call and she wasn't answering the phone,  I called and she answered.  She said she was sick.  When I called Paul back, he had already called an ambulance to go to her house.  I called her back and told her to watch for it.

An hour and a half later, she called and said that the ambulance had never come!  So Tommy and John boy  went to get her and take her to the hospital.  They left her and came home and got a shower because at this point we didn't know what was wrong. 

At 11 o'clock p.m. she called that she thought they were going to keep her over night, so we went to bed.  At 4 a.m. the hospital called for us to come and get her!  WHAT?? 

So, the guys left to pick her up.  On the way out of our parking lot they looked over at the church building and water was pouring out of the building, down the driveway and into the road.  It was bitter cold here, so the water had frozen in the road and looked like an ice skating rink!  

When they had gotten Patsy safely home they came back to the church.  A pipe had broken in the ceiling and water was pouring into the church building, out the door and down the driveway.  After turning the water off, and sweeping water out of the door, they finally got home around 8 a.m. got another shower, and headed out to get Patsy's prescription.  (She has a kidney infection,)

This Christmas has taught me so much.  The first thing it taught me is just how selfish I am.  I had started to ask Patsy to come and spend Christmas day with us, and for purely selfish reasons, did not.

Second it taught me how the Lord always orchestrates things in our lives and how He always works things out for the good, if we but listen.

The most important thing it taught me though, is from now on I need to be aware of people around me who are alone and hurting, and invite them into the comfort and peace that our family has.  I won't make the mistake again of wanting to keep Christmas just for our immediate family.  There are "shepherds abiding in the field keeping watch over their flocks by night" and they want to be invited in to see the Christ Child.  What if they had stayed out in those cold, barren fields and never come to the manger? 

He invites ALL to come and see Him.  Why don't we?   

We are doing a reading of the Polar Express in the Knox County Schools the three weeks before Christmas.  We have decorated the inside of the Knoxville Dream Center book mobile to look like the inside of a train car.  It's magical!  We park out in front of the school and the kids come out and climb into the "train car" for a ride to the North pole.  

They walk down a red carpet and sit in little red chairs.  We read the story to them while they sip  hot chocolate complete with marshmallows on top!  After a few mishaps (we forget the coal every time so the kids have to sing a Christmas song in order to get enough Christmas Spirit to power the train!)...we are off to the North Pole!

We go to a new school every day and have 5 or  6 groups come to ride to the North Pole and we read the story to them.  Every day as we leave, we ask what stories we each gathered from our time with the kids.  Here are a few of my favorites.

Tommy said as he was passing out the hot chocolate, one little boy said "oh wow!  I have never had hot chocolate before!"  Every time I think of that my eyes fill up with tears.  How much we take for granted!

Another little boy said on his way out..."this is the best day of my life!"

As the children leave they each get a silver bell (off Santa's sleigh, of course) and a candy cane.  They step off the train into snow falling all around them.  Today one of them looked at me and exclaimed in a voice full of wonder...."it really is snow!"  

All of a sudden, it became that to me as well....REAL snow.

What could be better in life than hot chocolate and real snow?  I'll tell you.  The birth of Jesus.

All of a sudden our washing machine started dancing across the floor.  No problem...just rearrange the clothes!  Still dancing.  After about 2 days of this, Tommy went to the internet to find out what was wrong. 

It was fixable, but required a special tool and by the time we bought the part, and the tool, it wouldn't pay us to fix it.  (It's very old.  It was here in the parsonage when we moved in.)

So...off to Home Depot we went.  We picked out a washer that was going to cost about $700.  Then I happened to think of something so I asked the clerk, "Do you have any scratch and dent?"  He said he thought there was one on the back wall.  Sure enough, there was one!  It looked brand new and was half what the new one cost.

They don't deliver, scratch and dent,  so John boy and I loaded it into the back of the car.  (Tommy had had surgery on his hip so couldn't help.)  We brought it into the house after John boy put his back to a very heavy shelf (full of stuff) in the laundry room and moved it enough to get the washer in the door.  We hooked it up and started it up.

It screamed like a banshee.  I have never heard a washer do that before so pretty sure it isn't supposed to happen.  We started over, thinking we had done something wrong.  NOPE!  Once again, it screamed like a banshee.

So....off to Home Depot we went....again!  After getting our money back we returned home.  On the way, our friend Ross called and told us to get in touch with our preacher Paul.  He said he might have a connection of a place to buy one at a reasonable price.  We texted him and he texted back, "Just go next door to the warehouse and get the one in the kitchen there.  It's practically new and is rarely used!"

So...off to the warehouse we went.  Once again John boy and I maneuvered the washer in the door, and after moving the shelf once again (this washer was larger than the first one we bought!), we hooked up yet another washing machine.

This washer is used but looks brand new.  It's the nicest washer I have every had, and it was free.

Tell me that the Lord doesn't provide.  I'll tell you a story about a washing machine!

​I was underneath the 640 by pass bridge in Knoxville this past Wednesday night, like I am most Wednesday nights.  We serve anywhere from a hundred to 200 of the homeless community, a hot meal every Wednesday night.  We also give out clothing, medical treatment, dental work and various other services.

This past Wednesday night, I glanced up from the desert table, where I usually work, and saw a girl walking across the vast lot where we set up each week.  She had on her underpants and a skimpy top but nothing else!  Just when I think I won't be surprised down there, I am!  I noticed her walk by several times and I kept looking at those underpants and the bulges on her body.  As she got a little closer, I also noticed big sores all over her legs.  

As we finished up the evening and I was wiping down the tables, I glanced up once more and saw her.

I say "I saw her", but I really didn't.  I only looked at her from the waist down! 

When I got home, I asked the guys if they saw the girl under the bridge with only her underpants on.  They both said, "Yes.  It was April!"  I said "no, it wasn't."  They both said, "Yes it was!" 

I have known April for many many years...probably 10 at least.  I have seen her deteriorate out there on the street.  She was a beautiful young girl when I first met her.  Drugs and prostitution have just about destroyed her.  Several times I thought I had talked her into going into rehab.  She always backed out at the last minute.

I have never seen her in this bad a shape before. Her legs were covered with open, running sores.  I expect the rest of her body was too.  But.....I never looked past her legs.  I never bothered to look into her face.  For that I am ashamed.

She usually comes up to me the first thing when she is under the bridge.  She hasn't been down there for several months.  Maybe she didn't come up to me this time because she was ashamed.  The place is big enough that a person can hide if they want to.  Maybe she saw me NOT looking at her and stayed away.

Our Lord never looks on the outward appearance.  He always looks on the heart.  He does not PROSOPOLEMPSIA... the greek word for being a "respecter of persons."  

This word also means "to lift up the face".  In other words, HE does not come and put his hand under our chin, lift it up and look deep into our face and decide whether or not to love us.  He looks deep into our heart.

I never even bothered to look into April's face.

​That's when we were told to report to the hospital for Tommy's hip replacement surgery this past week.  It doesn't seem like a whole week has gone by.  As far as we know the surgery went well and he was home, walking, by 6 Monday evening.  

Tommy and John thomas had already booked a gig at a church just outside Knoxville, so decided to go ahead with it last night..(almost a week since the surgery).  The show has several costume changes, so I helped with the first one in the beginning, but Tommy managed the others on his own.  

It was one of our best shows and best audiences.  Not because of anything the guys did, but because of what the Lord did.  It has not been an easy week for Tommy.  I can always tell by looking at his eyes if he doesn't feel well.  He had "raccoon" eyes all week.  Plus his voice sounded weak when he talked.

On stage it seemed like the eyes were normal and his voice was as strong as it always is...especially when he played God.

Of course many prayers have been going up for Tommy, but for this particular night, I prayed for an extra anointing by the Holy Spirit, and I believe with all my heart that He answered that prayer.  There is no way, in my opinion, that Tommy could have pulled off last night without the help of the Holy Spirit.

Why don't we depend on Him more?