So yesterday Brian, Buddy, and I are parked at the Hershey Park employee pick-up area in my CRV waiting for Ben. We arrived about 25 minutes early. Buddy's whimpering because we've done this before and he's getting impatient waiting for Ben.
The rain has stopped and it's warm and I'm sliding back my sunroof and am rolling down the windows, radio playing, and found out later left headlights on. Ben is coming towards us with co-workers but he's still on the clock so he keeps going.
Ben is finally clocked out. We are all set to go, I turn the key in the ignition, and I hear nothing but clicks. No way! We have a dead battery and we are all deflated but Buddy. He's got all his family together in a small space and is happy, happy, happy.
Here comes the Holy Spirit streaming through again :) How many of us have spiritual batteries that have died? We have done nothing to charge them. Our Bibles haven't been opened in days, weeks, or longer. Our prayer life is non-existent. All we do everyday is run, run, and run. But what are we running towards? It certainly isn't God.
Heads or Tails with Jean Harrison
After joining a group of women at church in doing an online devotional called "Good Morning Girls", where the women take a passage of Scripture and "S.O.A.P." it (Scripture-Observation-Application-Prayer) Jean found herself thinking through Scripture and it's application to life in her walks with her new puppy, Buddy. Here are some of her musings...