Day by Day

It’s Friday. Praise God. As usual, I’ve had a full week. With lifestyle guests and students, and my usual preaching to the staff on Wednesday and Sabbath, plus a talk at a cooking school, I think I preached 14 times in the past week. That, of course, is not the end of the world, but it sure cuts into work time. Throw into the mix the conference calls and everyday e-mails and phone calls, and you can see that there isn’t much time left. Nevertheless, life is good.

Our new doctor showed up last night. We are extremely grateful, but now we face a dilemma. Mrs. Clark is allergic to mold and the house set aside for the doctor has mold in it. I doubt we’ll find a house on campus without mold. What to do? All I know to do is claim a very specific promise found in DA 330 “In every (notice that word ‘every’) difficulty, He has His way prepared to bring relief.” So, if my faith serves me right, there is a solution to this problem. DA 667 says, “In every difficulty we are to see a call to prayer.” That’s the first part of the solution. Let’s see now what God will do.

What follows is what I’ve written to my wife over the past week.

I woke up to a couple of inches of snow this morning. When the sun came up it was altogether glorious bright, beautiful.

Jack Long died this week. His memorial service is tomorrow in Fort Collins. (Jack is the man who introduced us to Self-supporting work. He’s lived near us the last ten years, in Loveland. We maintained a close friendship.)

One of our ladies at EVI is not feeling well. It turns out she has colon cancer. She's had cancer before and has always beaten it. Will she beat it this time? God knows. (Name withheld for her sake.)

Our United Prayer sessions are still well attended, but along with answered prayers we are detecting an increase in trouble. We have a wonderful group of Lifestyle Guest, but some are not easy. About once per year, we have a difficult bunch. This session almost qualifies. Most of the people are darlings, but a couple of them are demanding, critical and complaining. Things have settled down for now.

I didn't have any heat in my house for four nights. The furnace wasn't working right. David will fix it. He found a leak of hot water in the basement also. The guest in my house is nice about it, but wrote me a long letter asking I raise the temperature. He isn't use to being that cold indoors. (58 degrees)

And lastly, Stephanie Thorn, the little girl I baptized years ago, just got married? She looks super happy by Facebook standards, anyhow.

It's Sunday night, I'm alone, and the house is cold. The cold doesn't bother me. I guess it is 59 degrees or so. Today, I spoke at a cooking school that our students did. (Twelve people.) Besides that I bought some trace minerals like you use. I don't know if I need any, but I've decided to give it a go. I also bought more vitamin D3 liquid. I got a haircut in town. I forgot to tell the girl about my cowlick. I'm afraid I'm in trouble. (I am. A week later, I still can’t tame that corner of my head.)

I preached yesterday with plenty of power. It was good, but ugh, I've lost confidence in my preaching and every time I have to preach I cringe. (I have to preach daily. I'm such a mess. Yet, the Lord keeps blessing . . . I guess.)

We went to Jack's funeral service yesterday. I wanted to say something, but they never gave anyone a chance. Oh well, it doesn't matter. I preach three times tomorrow. I must go get ready as best I can.

Julie is losing weight. She is almost back to normal. She promised to send me a picture by Facebook. She ran 8.6 km today. That is 8.6 km more than I can run these days.

It's Wednesday, I preached three times this morning. My voice doesn't like me preaching too many sermons in a row. I have a minor sore throat afterwards. Nothing that gives me a cold, but I guess I am wearing down, vocal cords first.

The other day, a wild turkey flew thru' one of Matt's windows and landed dead on his dining room flour. These are the new, double pane glass windows. Glass everywhere. Good thing Lori and the baby were not home. It happened when the family might have been having breakfast.