Greetings from South Dakota! How nice to have been home this past week. When we drove up the driveway, our tall grassy lawn screamed, "Mow me!" We walked in the house and the floors screamed, "Vacuum me!" The furniture screamed, "Dust me!" and the fridge hollered, "Fill me!" ....and Larry pleaded, "Feed me". So much for the thought of switching to a quiet, restful pace. Oh well, thank God that I have a home, lawn, furniture, fridge and a hungry husband.
A week ago, we were thrilled to be with all of our family, even if it was only for a few hours. We hadn't all been together for over a year. LaShawn, her husband Liam, and our son Donovan came from Nashville, and LaDawn came with our grandchildren, Dante and Myanna, and met Larry and I for a few hours of fun at the Minnesota State fair in St. Paul, Minnesota.


We have a tradition; we park the car, enter the gate and walk straight to the cheese curd stand, saunter over to the Pronto Pup and Brat stand, then criss-cross over to the Roasted Corn-on -the-Cob stand. By this time, we're ready for some walking so we can regain some energy and wear off some of the calories we just packed on - so it's on to see some of the exhibits. Then it's the "pork chop on a stick" and Ms. Field's fresh, hot chocolate chip cookies. Lastly, we groan...and walk... and wish we hadn't eaten so much. But, it's state fair time! It's the tradition. This year, Donovan and LaShawn got us tickets to a couple of grandstand concerts, and that was very special. Of course, then the kids wanted to go on a few rides. Not me! All in all, it was a great time and I savored every moment.
We are both back home now, buried in booking, office pile up and preparing for our annual Fun and Fellowship tour. This year we'll be heading to the National Quartet Convention in Louisville, KY. Oh yes, and this weekend, we are having a service in our home church. We are praying for many visitors to come so we can see a great harvest of souls.
We have been blessed to have been raised in a church that emphasizes evangelism. Through the years dozens have gone into pastoral ministry and have become missionaries and evangelists. We have a lot of saints who prayed and interceded relentlessly and helped set the destiny for all of our lives. We have been blessed.
The other day we had a window repairman come to measure and replace two windows, which have been broken by someone polishing their skills with a pellet gun. Amidst his measuring, the man looked over, saw a spider web and exclaimed (with a bit of concern), "What is that spider; I've never seen one like that in this
part of the country." I replied, "I don't know, but its' relatives were here last year and weaved a web in that same place by the door." Everytime I've tried to take the web down and get rid of the spider he gets away... and evidently survives."
When we got home a few days ago, to my surprise, here it was again. Big and black with bright buttercup yellow markings on its body. I took a stick, pulled the massive web down and was beating the spider (and was sure this time I had it). To my surprise, the next morning after a wind and rain storm I walked outside and, believe or not, there was a full web again (I guess it likes working the night-shift). It proudly nested in its web as if to say, "You can't get rid of me."
I pondered that scenario a bit and it made me think of a parallel between that spider and satan. Satan is forever trying to discourage us by weaving a web of deception, lies, tactics and schemes to snatch up our children, grandchildren or us. I don't know about you but sometimes I get really weary of tearing down the strongholds that satan puts on marriages, finances, health and family. But... now the good news. God is still on the throne, He cares about us and He hears us when we cry out. I was reading this morning in Psalm chapter 6 and it was timely and touching. David wrote, "I am weary with my sighing every night, I make my bed swim (tears), I dissolve my couch with tears." Then David says in verse 8, "The Lord has heard my supplication, the Lord receives my prayer." Thank God for those words which bring hope.
Isn't that wonderful? Read that again, "He receives my prayer." He will receive your prayers. We cannot doubt or let Satan discourage us. The following is one of my favorite quotes and I have it written down in my bible. I don't know where I got it but it's true and powerful - here it is - lock it in your heart:
"I can do more than pray...but can do no more until I pray."
Friend, He's still on the throne, God still answers prayer...I'm waiting for answers and expecting them. Are you?