Almost an end to another month....

God does provide for us whether we see it or not. Simply waking up this morning was his divine provision. I haven't had alot of time as of late to write. However, I am excited because.... the more time that passes, the more I build up inside. I love you all and will get back to you soon. To my family at Camden Crossroads, see you tomorrow. 

Chewing on God's word.

I was thinking earlier this evening about my time in God's word. Pondering on the passages I had read last night and during my lunch break today.


Chewing. That's what I was doing.


I thought about how glad I was that I have an opportunity to do daily, something that is illegal in some parts of the world. Possess and read the Bible.


I am thankful to be able to sit, every Sunday under a pretty good group of Bible believing, Bible teaching men.


About that. Speaking of chewing. It's great to sit back and be fed the word. But, there comes a point when you have to take the spoon. You've got to learn to feed yourself. 


What I mean is, after you've heard a message at Church. Go home, open your bible and feed. Chew on something until you can swallow it. 


Look at is this way. What do you call someone who has to be fed every meal? Maybe a... baby?


It's simply not enough to go to church every Sunday and have someone feed you. You need time in the Word daily.


What would that look like in your life? For me it meant squeezing in several sessions a day. I think 4-5 chapters a day is decent. However, if you get on one verse and it really speaks to you, that's fine too.


Remember, it's not how many verses you read, it's how many you hear.

Green Beans - A short Story - Reposted from a few years ago. I love it.

The mother shouted for her young son. It was time to come to the dinner table. Mikey, the supercharged eleven year old comes to a screeching halt on his second-hand scooter near the kitchen table. “Hey mom, what’s for dinner?” The mother replies, “Chopped steak and mashed potatoes.” Mikey gets up from the table and walks to the stove. “No green beans mom?” the curious boy asks. His mother realizes that she forgot her only sons favorite dish. Green Beans. She quickly grabs a can from the cupboard and heats its’ contents.

Months go by as do many cans of green beans when Mikey comes home one day to ask his mother a question. “Mom, today at school teacher told all the students in my class that she was collecting canned goods for needy families, can I do it?” The mother nodded in approval and asked the boy what he wanted to donate. “I want to donate a can of my green beans so that someone can have them with Thanksgiving dinner!” The mother hands Mikey a can as he shuffles through a drawer and digs out a magic marker. “Mom, I am going put my name on the bottom so that someone will know I care!” The mother just smiles.

Days later the single mother and her young son are in town, making their selections, picking out everything they need for the Thanksgiving dinner to come. “Oh mom, don’t forget to get green beans, remember I donated my last can!” The mother acknowledged him as she scanned across different items. Once she saw cans of green beans she picked a can up. As she placed it into her basket, she could not hold back a tear when she noticed the bottom of the can said - “Mikey