My thorn in the flesh is Paul. He angers me to the point of no return only to make me realize how wrong I am.
Archive for October, 2002
needful of pain.
Monday, October 28th, 2002a good day in the Lord’s house.
Sunday, October 27th, 2002Dr. Ron White visited with us today. He has been a missionary for 40+ years in Japan and he is currently helping plant churches all over the world. I’ve known him since I was a little girl and I’ve always been fascinated by his voice. He and his wife Odessa (who died recently) have been friends of our family for years. Our Pastor had asked him to preach during both services and the services were incredible. It was as though Dr. White asked the Lord what Jennifer specifically needed – and the Lord gave it to him.
He also played the piano for us…and for those who had never heard him play- they were in total shock. The man is ferocious on the piano. He was a few credits short of completing his doctorate in piano when the Lord called him to Japan. His dream was to be a concert pianist but the Lord had other plans for his life.
I have beautiful memories of he and Odessa singing together and when he began singing tonight in his rich tenor voice…belting out “Great is Thy Faithfulness” I couldn’t hold the tears back.
dreary day.
Saturday, October 26th, 2002I have so much work to do this weekend. My management policies group is meeting at 1:30 to discuss the final paper. I’m supposed to print it out this morning and have it bound…but Aaron hasn’t emailed me the final piece yet. So, I sit here patiently. Once I receive the email I have to insert all of the pictures. I’ll be so grateful when this is over. However, once the written part is done…we have to prepare for the 75 minute oral report. *grimace*
I miss Greg too.
thanks for your prayers.
Friday, October 25th, 2002Granny is doing well. Things could be much worse. I’m very grateful that the Lord has helped her so much.
torn between time.
Friday, October 25th, 2002This was such a lovely movie. Am I being dramatic to say that I feel like this sometimes? Time isn’t the barrior…but thousands of miles are.