Good morning to each of you. Finally I slept, really, really, slept..maybe I will be back on track soon. I pray that this day has started on the right foot and that it will only get better and better as it progresses. I would like to shout out to my High School team who is but one step away from the state payoff game...Tonight they vie for that rite to play at Cowboy Stadium in Dallas Texas next week! I AM HOOPIN' AND HOLLERIN'here in Utah...GO NECKS...Lord be with each student, friend and family member as they make the journey to play tonight, be a shield of protection for our boy as they are on the field. I have seen that the other team is accustomed to hitting hard and playing dirty. Let the Roughnecks know that they do not have to join ranks with the other team to be winners. Bless each of them with grace and dignity and may the best team win based upon skill and not underhanded play!
In prayer this morning I asked God to bless each of us with mercy and grace, to wrap the weary in his arms and allow rest, to hold fast the ones who are stumbling and not let them fall, to give strength to the weak so that they can continue forward and to see out needs and show us a way for them to be met. I asked special specific prayer for the family whose loved one has had a stroke, that he might show signs of improvement each day and that the family hold strong as a unit and realize that you will never put more on them than they can handle father. They are a strong family and have always given help to so many in their community, allow them father to let others help them now! Father we had so many special prayers yesterday and I ask you to continue blessings for each one that has come and humbled themselves. Asking prayers for the Frazer family as they suffer the heartbreak of losing a loved one, bless each of them father with support, with love, and with understanding. I ask you Father to continue to love each of us, to hold each of us in your ams and to be the lighthouse each of us needs when we are lost in the darkness. In the name of Jesus Christ I ask mercy and favor this day. Amen.
As I always do, I came across a wonderful story to share today! I hope you enjoy it and that it touches a heart that is in need today!
THE GREAT EARTHWORM RACE
There's nothing more pathetic than a lost earthworm. Trust me. I know. My daughter Annie and I were walking down the long dirt road from our house to the street to pick up the paper Saturday morning when we spotted it.
The unlucky earthworm had crawled from the lush green grass at the edge onto the sandy surface of the road. You could trace his progress in the sand. He seemed headed across the road when he swerved. Maybe it was the slight rise and fall of the surface that threw him off, I don't know. But all at once he began to crawl in irregular circles. When we found him, the poor thing was thin and dry, covered with tiny grains of sand, in utter despair. Round and round he wriggled as the sun rose higher hastening the hour when his arch enemy--car tires--would find him naked and exposed. Swish, grind, and that would be all.
"Let's rescue him," I said to Annie. She gently lifted his grainy form from the road and deposited it gingerly in the safety of the tall grass at the side. What a way to begin a day. It makes you feel good deep inside to rescue a worm.
But there were others. Scores of others. Worm after hapless worm had made his way from the safety of the grass to the trackless desert of the road. Occasionally we'd find a fat, juicy worm just beginning his brave journey, blissfully unaware of the dangers ahead. Little did he know....
But we were there for them. I would look for the tell-tale circling track in the sand. "There's another," I would shout, and Annie would rush to the rescue site to lift yet another victim to safety. What would explain this great worm exodus? As we worked together as a finely-tuned mercy team, a theory began to unfold. There must have been some worm of a disk jockey on a late night station who had offered a prize for the worm who made it to the other side. That must be it!
But who would receive the prize? We began to look for that one worm winner who possessed that stamina, courage, and unerring sense of direction required for this daring expedition. Did this one make it, I would wonder as I traced his trail in the sand. No, here he starts to curve around. Invariably, one after another, the worms would lapse into circles, aimlessly crawling, going nowhere--rapidly at first, then slower and slower as their precious resources drained away.
We were almost back to the house when we found him, the worm who had bet against the odds and won. We traced his trail from one side of the road to the other. But no, he was within inches of the grass on the far side when he veered and began heading the wrong direction, back to where he came from, the "Wrong Way Carrigan" of the worm world.
I tell you no lie. It actually happened, though I can't vouch for the disk jockey part. But enough of grainy, bedraggled worms.
As Annie and I joked and rescued our way back to the house I thought of people I know. Where are we on our journey? Where are we going, anyway? Do we have a life goal, a destination, or are we just wandering?
A verse came to mind as I acted as chief worm-spotter: "I will instruct you and teach you the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you" (Psalm 32:8). If only those worms had air support--someone with perspective to radio down their position--they could make it.
And I thought of how desperately we need a Guide to show us the way across, a Rescuer who will pick us up, hopeless and lost though we may be, and gently deposit us on the other side. "Rescuer," you know means about the same as "Savior." Jesus is that Rescuer. He knows the way.
Are you tired of going round in circles, fighting fatigue and the fear of being squashed flat? Lift your weary head one more time and utter a faint worm-prayer. And then watch for your Rescuer. Look up! Look up!
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