End of Month....

This week was definitely an indication that it was the end of the  month.  On the streets, the last half of the month is not a good thing.  If the first part of the month is characterized by eat, drink, and be merry- the last half of the month is characterized by ration, limit, and hunger.  This past Sunday was the last Sunday of the month.  It seemed like people were really hungry, not very “cheery”, and hurting. 

I usually spend my time making sure that the food line is running smoothly while Keith grabs a few people to help him hand out grocery bags to the people standing in line. He tries to shake their hands, say “hi”,   and see how everyone’s week was.  Keith said that there seemed to be a lot of hurting people.  Injuries from fights, people not feeling good health wise, and for some reason a lot of the women had been beaten last week.  Does it sound odd to you?  It sure did to me.  There were 4-5 women who had been beaten up by their boyfriends or clients.  :0(   One woman even showed us the bruises on her back.  Others used powdered make-up to try and hide the bruises on their faces. This was so sad to me.  I was in a marriage for almost 8 years that was very abusive verbally and emotionally.  Many years were spent in fear so I can’t even imagine what these women go through on a regular basis in order to get their fix.  It truly would be a living hell!!

This week I spent most of my 2 hours talking to one particular homeless man who has been coming to visit us for the past 7 months.  This week I was blessed with the honor of listening to Glen for a small part of my day.  I could feel the peace of the Lord whispering in my heart… “This is what I have for you today.  Do not busy yourself with ‘jobs’, just take the time to be my ear.” 

Glen is a paranoid schizophrenic and is very open about his condition.  This week more than anything, he just needed to talk and have someone listen.  Usually I will listen to him for a short time and then move on to help other people, but this week I felt like the Lord wanted me to stay longer.  Glen started the conversation by saying that usually I am running around there like a chicken with my head cut off and that I am too busy to listen.  Instead of feeling impatient and irritated, the Lord helped me to hear what he was really saying… he just wanted someone to take the time to listen… time to get his worries spoken… out of his head where thoughts must zing around bouncing from lobe to lobe- only to crash into each other making no sense what so ever.

My friend voiced his worries that ranged from how to find a reliable vehicle to how to deal with tendonitis of the forearm.  I could feel his loneliness as well as the confusion that seemed to overwhelm him.  The whole idea of setting an appointment, trying to get to the appointment, remembering to go to the appointment, and then trying to re-schedule the appointment intermixed with flying thoughts of how to buy a used car without being taken advantage of because you would have to know a mechanic to get it checked out first, but if you didn’t know a mechanic then you couldn’t get a car, intersected with ideas of back pain, sciatic nerve pain, anger management problems- how these ailments make it hard to work, but then again anger problems make it hard to work with people and the whole dynamics of figuring out how to get housing, let alone how to budget money… paying bills…All of those ideas fly through his head at lightning speed- bouncing off one another and ending in a huge tangled exhausted mess… with no answer in sight. 

There are wonderful physicians and case workers whose jobs are to treat people with conditions like Glens and I am very thankful that they are there.  Unfortunately, this is just a tiny glimpse into the conversation that we had.  The thing that stood out the most to me was that Glen needed to be heard by another human being.  His ideas just circled about and intersected each other over and over as if he stopped for just a minute to breathe… that I might leave. 

We couldn’t stop people from getting beat up, rescue the boyfriend who was in jail, or fix the loneliness in the rest of the week, but for 2 hours we could fill their stomachs with hot chili and cornbread, offer a smile-a kind word, a prayer… More than anything I want our friends on North 1^st St. to know the truth of The Word…..Isaiah 49:23….”Then you will know that I am the Lord; those who hope in me will not be disappointed.     Isaiah 51:6  “But my salvation will last forever, my righteousness will never fail.”  Isaiah 49:26  “Then all mankind will know that I, the Lord, am your Savior, your Redeemer, the Mighty One of Jacob.”

Many of our North 1^st St. friends do know the Lord and they do stand on His word!  It is wonderful and encouraging to us to meet them, to hear their stories, and to see their resilience as well as their hope.  Today we handed out 48 bibles!  All of the bibles we brought went…. Beautiful bibles in the hands of our friends.  Thank you Jesus!!! 

Our wonderful team was there to offer words of encouragement, prayer, and smiles…. These really are priceless gifts to offer!  Thank you to our incredible team of volunteers who pray, donate, and serve… you are truly wonderful extensions of God’s hands! 

Thank You Jesus for Your Love and Encourgement!  May we continue to serve You with love and tenderness! :0)

Spring "Fruit!"

I usually do not blog on Saturday night, but this Saturday is different because this was a different week :0)  God is so cool!! I just love sharing His amazing grace because it is so encouraging to me! 

Galatians 6:9 says, “And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.”

In last week’s blog I shared my heart and how I struggled with wanting to see results.  The Lord put on my heart that I was helping out on North 1^st street as an act of worship to Him because that is what He called us to do 7 months ago.  In His word He tells us to not grow weary while doing good, because in due season there shall be fruit…. And He cautions us to not lose heart.

My heart did in fact change… and I did begin to worship as I served.  The cool part was that the very next week, the Lord shared some of the “fruit” that has come from the winter and I would like to share it with you now.

The first story involved a family of 7 who were living in a 2 bedroom motel room.  They’ve come down to North 1^st for food many Sundays and we have developed a good relationship with them.  This past week the boyfriend of the mother called to ask Keith a question regarding getting his driver’s license.  At the end of the conversation Keith asked if they needed anything else.  The boyfriend handed the phone to the mother.  Keith said, “Is there anything you need?”  She was quiet for a moment and then said in a meek voice, “We could use some food.  We don’t have any food and I wanted to have some food for Crystal’s 6^th birthday tomorrow.”  Pow!! A punch landed right in my stomach when Keith told me…. “We don’t have any food..,. I wanted to have food for my daughter’s 6^th birthday.”  I must say,  I have not ever been out of food.  I always had something in the cupboard even if it was just a little bit. 

Keith sent out a text to the team and within an hour we had wonderful responses!  It was beautiful to see people respond to the need in such a loving way.  Sacks of groceries, socks, toiletries, and birthday presents showed up in the driveway.  It was so beautiful!!! Keith and I had the honor of bringing the bags to the family that night.  They were so grateful!  We stood with the mother in the parking lot of their motel and prayed a beautiful prayer of thanks.  Later in the week, the boyfriend called to discuss job possibilities with Keith…. The response of our team was beautiful “fruit” as well as the hope that seemed to be infused into this struggling family.  Continue to pray for a job for the boyfriend… It is wonderful that he is working on finding a job and that Crystal was able to have food for her birthday… as well as a birthday cake and pretty presents :0)   (God… You are so so cool!)

Another of our North 1^st St. friends was rained out in last week’s torrential down pour!  With the rising river… He lost most of his clothes and belongings.  He also called Keith this week-  Thanks to the Old Light House… we were able to clothe our friend.  When Keith went down to give him the clothes, he came out of the woods wearing some swim trunks and a t-shirt.  Through shivering teeth he said, “See I really did lose everything.”  Thankfully our friend was able to get to higher ground and had warm clothes to keep him warm.  During Keith’s interaction down by the river, two other guys from North 1^st came up to him and were able to share some very encouraging words with him.  They told him how much it meant to the people down there to have us come every Sunday.  They shared how the first 15 days of the month are not bad, but the last half of the month gets really tight and food is rationed out.  They thanked us for coming down every Sunday and said that the people around there rely on that hot meal as well as look forward now to Sundays.  The Lord is doing so much more than filling stomachs.

Finally,  Friday Keith received a call from a married couple who we saw all through the winter and spring.  We haven’t seen them for about 2 months.  The husband shared that they had made amends with his wife’s father and was living with him.  They had previously been out on the street for 23 months- selling and using drugs.  The husband shared that he now has a job at Wal-Mart and they attend church out in Wiley City weekly.  The couple continued to share how an elderly woman gave them a car free and clear when they enquired about the selling price of her old Buick that was parked out in her field.  “Average Joe’s” is how they now refer to themselves.

The thing that really got me was when they said that they had met us one of the first nights that we were out on North 1^st back in October.  They said that we had given them beef jerky that night.  They shared that the night we met them filled them with hope and that each week that they saw us continually gave them hope and encouragement to take steps little by little to get their lives together.  Week after week we saw them, but we had no idea what the Lord was doing in their hearts.  I think God was showing us this week that there really is “fruit” and that we need to “not grow weary while doing good for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.”  

Thank you Jesus for knowing how much it helped my heart to hear such beautiful encouraging stories.  Please know that whatever part you have in this adventure…. Whether it be praying for, donating to, cooking for, or handing out…. Your acts of love are not in vain… as a matter of fact… the Lord is reaping “fruit” from your good works.  Thank you for all that you do!!!!  And thank you Jesus for giving us a tiny peak into the things that You are do

Form of Worship.....

In  John 4:24 Jesus told the woman at the well how to worship.  He said, “God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in spirit and truth.”  The NIV further explains that the place of worship is irrelevant, because true worship must be in keeping with God’s nature, which is spirit….”

This scripture means so much to me because last week I wasn’t able to write a blog.  I went out to North 1^st as always, but my heart was in a different place.  We had been helping one family in particular the past couple weeks and right when I pulled up this particular week, I was inundated with requests for “more”… Long story short- I didn’t really get to help other people that week or interact with the volunteers because I was kind of cornered by a few who were very needy- I think  I felt so irritated because I had already given more than I probably should have- including time, emotions, and material things the previous week.  If you have children you might relate to it best with this example-  Have you ever given your child or children more than you probably should have?  You either bought too much for them, or treated them more than normal, or devoted more time than you really had available so that other things suffered- then after it was all done- they returned within a short time to let you know that they still had more requests.  It is a mixture of feeling guilty for doing too much already/over extending yourself, irritated that it didn’t seem to be “enough” to satisfy them, and irritated because they didn’t seem thankful enough to match the level of sacrifice that you felt you put out.  All and all it was a very irritating, empty, “selfish” feeling that left me at a loss for words.  I didn’t blog about that week, but I couldn’t really put my finger on the reason why….Mainly because I was too wrapped up in my own feelings about it-and feeling rather ashamed of my selfish reaction.

Well, fast forward to this past Sunday.  We were planning a taco lunch for all of our 1^st street friends.  I worked through the week on the details with so many wonderful volunteers that were so willing to pitch in and supply what we needed.  I kept seeking the Lord’s words to try and understand what was going on in my heart… but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  Finally I had a break through.  Sunday morning while I was cooking in the kitchen with the praise music going- good spicy smells steaming from the pots- and my own thoughts focusing on God…. I heard Him-  “It is an act of worship.”  “A what?” I questioned.   “An act of worship- not acts of work”   So simple-but so heart changing!!!  Immediately I repented for my past attitudes that I had let into my heart and just as immediately God brought peace and joy to my heart.  It was sudden-a 180 degree shift in my heart that I had been searching for, over the last  week and a half.  Thank you Lord for knowing those things in my heart that I can’t even put into words.

The remainder of the day truly was an act of worship.  I wasn’t worried about how many people showed up, whether or not we would have enough food, or if people’s lives would be changed.  All those things that in my humanness- I want to try and measure to determine success or failure- the Lord erased in a blink of an eye.  I just focused on doing my part to the best of my ability knowing that it truly was an act of worship- not of works. 

I don’t know if it was the new change of heart or the sun shiny day, but the freshness of spring seemed to jump out to me as we loaded up and headed down.  It seemed like the flowers were so bright and colorful under the pure blue sky.  The heat seemed to jump on the valley unexpectedly this last weekend which really helped all of the flowers.  The Valley’s new sprouts and buds were just as encouraging as the new blossoming hope that seemed to ring out this week on North 1^st.  Even though it was hot and people were sweaty- they still showed up in huge numbers to fellowship, eat, and grab a few pieces of clothing.  For an hour and a half people flowed through the food line and to my amazement there was enough for firsts as well as 2nds for the road for those who wanted .  It was exciting to hear about people who had found jobs.  One teenage boy in particular had a neat turn around this week.  This boy is junior high age and is special needs.  He has not been in school for some time now, but last week Keith gave him some nice clothes and shoes with the one request that he get back into school.  This week as soon as he saw Keith he ran up to him and told him that he had gone back to school this past week and so had his sister.  I pray that he keeps at it.  Without education- the cycle continues      :0(    This young man shared a change in his life that is life giving-  that is like fresh sprouts peeking through the fertile soil!  Hope is in the air!

A man that looked in his early thirties walked up to me this week and shared that he had been to church earlier that morning.  He then proceeded to tell me what the sermon had been about.  It was so neat to hear him tell about how Jesus picked up the “remnants of bread” after feeding the 5,000.  He was so excited to have gotten the revelation that we are the “remnants”  and that Jesus never leaves the remnants behind!  How beautiful was that!  He realized that we are all the remnants and that Jesus will never leave us behind.  This man had tears in his eyes as he shared God’s word.  What a life giving message to someone who is homeless, but not hopeless!!

Two of our homeless people brought us things that they wanted to donate back to the group.  One man helps with another organization that works with the needy.  They didn’t want some things and so he asked if he could share them with our group.  Last week he brought make up for the women and this week he brought little sewing kits that would be wonderful for our North 1^st street friends.  The thing that struck me as really neat was that he wanted to give back.  8-10 volunteers stuck around this week to help tear down tables and gather up the garbage.  They didn’t just take and leave, but instead wanted to be part of the team.  People are blossoming before our eyes just like the flowers and fruit trees throughout the valley. 

Not only is the Lord working on the weeds in my own heart, but He is also working on the condition of the soil, the seeds planted, the sprouts emerging, and the blossoms budding.  God does not forget the remnants, nor does He leave any ground unturned.  Once the seeds are planted, God is able to be the Master Gardner and do what needs to be done in order to harvest a beautiful harvest. 

As I mentioned in the beginning-  The Lord showed me that North 1^st street is about an act of worship to Him.  “True worship must be in keeping with God’s nature” which is love.  Through the Love that we extend to each person, God is exalted and glorified!  Songs of worship fly up to the heavens with each pot that is stirred, person that is hugged, shirt that is folded, and conversation that is had…. Praise you Jesus, Praise You Lord!!! You are Lord and King!  Please help my heart to stay focused on You and not distracted by the business of life or  my own humanness.

P.S......

Oh Yeah.... P.S.   As for the freedom tree... it will stay out on North 1st St. as a daily reminder of the freedom that Jesus offers to every one of us!  As for my favorite Easter?  I would say that this one is right up there with the best! and as for more services on North 1st. St.??? Let's just say that the Lord Jesus might decide to have "church" out in that empty lot very soon!  Lord it is in Your hands and we follow Your leading!!! :0)  Bye for now! 

Glorious Easter Celebration!!

Luke 24:1-7  "But very early on Sunday morning the women went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared.  They found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance.  So they went in, but they didn't find the body of the Lord Jesus.  As they stood there puzzled, two men suddenly appeared to them, clothed in dazzling robes.  The women were terrified and bowed with their faces to the ground.  Then the men asked, "Why are you looking among the dead for someone who is alive?  He isn't here! He is risen from the dead!  Remember what he told you back in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be betrayed into the hands of sinful men and be crucified, and that he would rise again on the third day."

Praise God!! Jesus has risen!!! Easter Sunday was a wonderful day on North First Street.  It wasn't like any Easter that I have ever spent before.  I did not have a dress on, but rather my North 1st St. work pants and my tennis shoes.  I brought down boxes of toilet paper and sewing kits instead of pots of Easter Lilly's.  We spent time looking for shoes in the correct size or the right size jeans rather than looking for Easter Eggs.  Church service was standing room only but not because the church was so packed but rather because our people are more comfortable standing than sitting down in an aisle of chairs. 

We had 30 wonderful volunteers serving spaghetti, french bread, cookies, and snacks.  The sun was shining down on God's people who had come together to fellowship and worship Him!  It was beautiful.  Our North 1st St. friends gathered together in line with smiles and hand shakes as they waited in line to get their food.  After the meal was served, Keith brought out a starter tree that he had picked up at the local Fred Meyers.  We formed a large circle around the tree and Keith proceeded to share with our North 1st St. friends how the tree was going to be called the "Freedom Tree" because it represented the freedom that Jesus offers to all.  Freedom from oppression, addictions, and all of the things that bind and terrorize them.  Many people gathered around curious as to what was happening.  The day was not following its normal routine.  A circle was formed around the tree while those who wanted little to do with the celebration, hung back against the  near by wall- watching from a safe distance.    It was really neat though because before Keith began to speak, he started off singing. It is amazing how people respond to music. As Keith started singing, "Jesus Loves Me" acapella , people pressed in closer then he wrapped it into "Oh How He loves You and Me", followed by "Because He lives." I think it helped draw in our homeless friends who weren't quite sure what to expect. Keith walked around the circle and continued singing until the last notes were to be sung. He definitely had their attention. Many of the people knew the words and sang along softly at first and then louder as their confidence grew.  Some wept as his songs moved into words. Keith began to explain how Jesus was sent down from heaven to free all of us from our sins and from oppression.  He also explained that it was on a tree that Jesus was hung to suffer for our sins and that Jesus ascended into heaven on the 3rd day.  Now He offers eternal life to those who want to receive Him. 

Keith explained salvation and he invited anyone interested in salvation or in re-dedicating their lives.  As a group we followed Keith in a prayer of salvation and re dedication. Following the salvation message, Keith's brother Brian explained communion and what it stands for.  As a group, those who were interested took communion and celebrated the body and blood of Christ together.  It was beautiful!  Here we were on North 1st St., standing in the middle of an empty lot in a big circle, under the beautiful Easter Sunday skies, people from all different backgrounds, ethnic groups, age groups, and socio-economic groups stood around giving praise to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for dying on the cross so that we all can have everlasting life. From earthly standards it looked like volunteer standing by drug addict, standing by prostitute, standing by volunteer, etc.  but from a heavenly perspective it looked like..... sinner standing next to sinner standing next to sinner and then with Jesus----; forgiven standing next to forgiven standing next to forgiven.... A truly beautiful Easter Sunday in My book!!!

After our short but memorable service, we brought out the cake and celebrated Jesus' Resurrection as well as birthdays for the month and milestones that were so important to those who were making them.  There is something special about celebrating 2 weeks of sobriety with people who really do care.   Next we brought out the boxes of clothes and toiletries.  The day continued with physical needs met as well as spiritual needs.  People stood around and fellowshipped for some time until finally the last good byes was said and hugs were given. 

We were exhausted, but so fulfilled!  Jesus allowed us the pure joy and honor of being His ambassadors.  Jesus, You are our Mighty Lord and Savior!  Thank You so so much for dying on the cross for our sins!!

Thank you also for all of those who donated their time, money, food, and clothes to those who are dying to find out about the One who died for them!  You are so appreciated!

Dry Bones....Ezekiel 37

Ezekiel 37 "The Valley of Dry Bones"
     The power of the Lord was upon me and I was carried away by the Spirit of the Lord to a valley full of old, dry bones that were scattered everywhere across the ground.  He led me around among them, and then he said to me: "Son of dust, can these bones become people again?" I replied, "Lord, you alone know the answer to that." Then he told me to speak to the bones and say: "O dry bones, listen to the words of God, for the Lord God says, "See! I am going to make you live and breathe again! I will replace the flesh and muscles on you and cover you with skin.  I will put breath into you, and you shall live and know I am the Lord."

What a beautiful promise from the Lord... He will take our dry bones... breathe again, He will breath into you and you shall live..... "and know I am the Lord!!"  Today I think that we experienced the "valley of dry bones".  It was a wonderful day... we had so many volunteers today! What a huge blessing... because we had so many people come to receive clothes and food today.  Our empty lot quickly was transformed into tables of sandwiches, snacks, cookies, and hot coco....after the food came the boxes of clothes, shoes, and blankets. 

The fellowship was wonderful... I feel genuinely joyful to walk down the line of people handing out grocery sacks so that they have something to put their food into.  It is wonderful to see tired, faces light up when you hand them a sack, smile, shake their hand and say, "Hi! What's your name?  How was your week this week?"  That little "chit-chat" is like drops of pure water on dry bones... it is absorbed immediately and brings life... Along the way each person is met with a line of people offering a kind smile and some sort of wonderful food. 

Today someone told me that their friends are touched so much by the fact that the food is homemade- it brings back good memories of some time in their childhood when someone they loved made them something good to eat.  Each smile, each offering of food, a kind word, a roll of toilet paper act as more drops of pure life giving water.. on their dry bones.  God takes our "offerings" and transforms them into "living water" that feeds their souls and pours into their dry bones. 

God is so so cool though because He does not just breath life into their dry bones.... but into our dry bones.  I had shoulder surgery 7 days ago and have been "couch bound" for the past week.  Today was my first official day out... it did wonders for my spirit to be out serving our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!!! The water that was flowing from my interactions was a 2 way spout-  Water was pouring both directions!  As I served the Lord and spoke life into others... the Lord in turn poured living water directly into my spirit!! No pain medicine, no anesthesia, can ever do what Jesus' Living Water does!!! He is the life giver, the healer, the fountain of living water!!! Thank you Jesus for watering my dry bones... as I was so honored to be able to help bring your living water to others! 

Most everybody had left the lot, but we still had a few stragglers who were very hungry.  Lately we bring a special box for "emergencies" :0)   It has bread, peanut butter, jelly, and cookies in it because we really don't want to deny anyone food.  Keith was making sandwiches for some of the guys while I was chit chatting with some of our regulars who had stayed around.  One of the guys was really hungry so as I watched him adjust his things so that he could hold his sandwiches, I noticed how incredibly dry and crusted his hands were.  I said, "Wow! You need some lotion!"  He had cracks that had bled.  Someone offered him clippers for his nails and he said, "No, I can't because I am HIV and so I can't give them back to you."  He said it in a very low voice with his eyes cast down to the ground.  My heart broke for him.  He is only around 30.  I am sure that he has led a very difficult life to get to this point... but my heart says... He is some one's son and he is going to die.  (so what did I do?  of course went and bought him some intensive lotion and neosporin for his "owies".  I can't make it all better, but I can give some mama tlc that the Lord takes and makes into more everlasting water... to help water his dry bones.) 

Well our story continues because as you can see in the pictures to follow... we were invited to see the "tent camps" down by the river.  Keith, Kaecey, Kaity, and I walked with them down by the river.... across the bridge... over the rocks... around the tracks... let's just say it was a jaunt "over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house we go."  It amazed me that they trusted us enough to show us where they live.  I know that I would never go there without an invitation and an escort.  It is their world, with their rules, and with respect we entered it.  I know that God had our back, our front, and our sides :0)  

(We asked permission to take these pictures and they were fine with it.  We show them not to exploit their situations, but to try and better understand what it is to live homeless.  Again, I don't know what I would do if I had lived through some of the situations that these people have lived through.  I asked how old some of these people were when they no longer could rely on their parents.  There was a range of answers, but most were on their own from 9 to 15 years of age. I can't judge.  Jesus asks us to Love not Judge.  He continually works on my heart as well as my eyes--- to see and to feel a tiny bit what Jesus feels.  God can revive those dry bones!!!)
A few of the guys are making progress staying clean and going to AA meetings.  I think that the group tries to support them and help them with encouragement, but everyone does there own thing.  I had this heaviness that I felt so much.... it was a feeling of "death".... dry bones really seemed to fit.  The cool thing was... they know what we stand for and they still took us into their inner circle.  We saw a few of the people that we had collected clothes for during the week, but who had not shown up today.  We asked them to walk back to the truck with us so that they could look through the clothes  (No we are not starting door to door shopping, but the little gal is pregnant and we really wanted her to get her clothes- again, the mother heart takes over! no, it is the Jesus heart because it is in men and women alike!).  They all walked back to the truck with us and we were able to make some beautiful matches between some excellent jeans and some needy people :0)   At one point, Keith was digging in the trailer and the young girls boy friend- (would I say her baby daddy?) asked if we had size 8 1/2 boots for his girl friend (or baby mama?).  We have not had women's boots for at least a month now because we are heading into spring and we just haven't had them come through.  Keith picked up a pair of women's boots= checked the size- and yes... they were 8 1/2!!! He looked at the baby daddy and said, "There is no way you can deny there is a God who loves you.... we have not had women's boots for months now."  They guys eyes were filled with tears and they were genuinely touched.  We gave all the praise to The Lord Jesus Christ and hugged them before we hopped in the car and took off.  We also reminded them that next Sunday is Easter weekend and we want to feed them a yummy dinner and have an Easter Service out there!  Praise God!!! The Lord finished our day with a huge bucket of everlasting water that He poured over all of our dry bones.... the homeless as well as our own... Thank You Lord for pouring Your Living Water over all of our dry bones... for breathing life into the lifeless so that we can never forget that You Are LORD!! Praise You God!!!! I can't wait to see what next week will bring! :0)