Thursday, November 20, 2014

God and Meditation - May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014

My eyes close as I softly whisper my nightly ritual, “Father, I thank you for this wonderful day and for the gift of Your Son, Jesus. I thank You for the life He lived and the life He gave for us. I plead the blood of Jesus over my body, my home, my possessions, and the works of my hand. I thank You that this is a barrier that no evil can transgress.”

I continue my prayers silently in my head, chatting with my Heavenly Father for a short while before asking God what I should be doing this week and petitioning Him once again to let me know if it is not His will for me to go to Heaven and back again.  The facts I know about Heaven ease through my thoughts: There is a tree of life in Heaven. It is said that the leaves bring healing to the nations.Could I bring back leaves? A handful would mean my parents would be in perfect health, along with my family.

As it has happened regularly since November 2013, my hands begin to tingle all the way up to my elbows as if they are falling asleep. This is not the first time I’ve had this sensation when I pray: when God healed my deviated septum my hands tingled in much the same way. 

Thursday, November 13, 2014

In God's Time - February 2014

February 2014 

The Hardy Family Under Attack

February has always been a busy month at the Hardy house. Valentine’s Day, my birthday, and our anniversary happen within the shortest month of the year. The devil and his minions must not be happy about this book because this was the worst February I can recall:

Tony didn’t make reservations on Valentine’s Day; we ended up celebrating with our girls, Ashley and Sarah by dining at Taco Time going to the movies. For my birthday, Tony took me to an extremely nice restaurant in Downtown Boise, but the scallops I ordered gave me food poisoning. By the time our anniversary rolled around on the 29th , I was determined to do everything I could to make sure this string of special occasions ended better than it started. Unfortunately, however, Tony didn’t get the memo.