As Dorothy along with all our other prayer warriors pray we get to head out to the ranch and meet the miracle of the day at the gate.
Today as we started to set up our day a truck drove into the yard and the two guys said they were here to finish the shingling on the roof.PTL
James has the upper level planned and layed out ready for framing.
The concrete is booked and set to be poured and finished next Wednesday. Chance will spear head the job and the rest of us will do what ever we can to get the concrete poured and finished. We can spend a whole lot of time worrying and fussing over how everything will get done, but if God is a real part of our lives then there's an excitement, and journey of a life time as we wait on His provision and timing. What are you waiting on?
Wisdom of the dayThere was a day not so long ago two very good friends , Bob and Joe, who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 35 years of farming side-by-side in central Alberta, sharing machinery, and trading labour and goods as needed without a single problem occurring.
However, one autumn, the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence between the two close friends.
One morning there was a knock on Bob's door. He opened it to find a man holding a carpenter's toolbox. What can I help you with Bob asked? 'I'm looking for a few days work,' Angelis said. 'Looks like you might have a few small jobs around this place that I could help you with? Do you think that would be possible?'
Well as a matter of fact 'Yes,' answered Bob, extremely pleased to see Angelis the carpenter, 'I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbour, in fact, he used to be my best friend, he's also a farmer. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river and dug a ditch and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to get back at me, but I'll go him one better. See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build me a fence; an 8-foot fence, so I won't need to see Joe's place or his face anymore.'
Angelis the carpenter said thoughtfully, 'I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you.'
But before Bob left for the nearby town, he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he jumped into his pickup and was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, digging, sawing, nailing, and hammering.
About sunset when Bob returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence there at all.
It was a bridge: a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other. A fine piece of work handrails and all, and the neighbour, his old friend Joe, was coming across, his hand outstretched. 'You still are my best friend, to build this bridge after all I've said and done, 'Joe smiled.
The two old friends stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, and shook hands. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. 'No, wait. Stay a few days. We have a lot of other projects for you,' called Joe.
'I'd love to stay on,' Angelis murmured quietly, 'but, I have whole lot more bridges to build.'
Psalm 23 (King James Version)
Psalm 23
1The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
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