The other day we were just minding our own business, doing some much-needed grocery shopping at Walmart. As we paused on the gravy packet aisle, a random lady stopped and asked if she could pray for Chris’ arm. All was fine until she lit into some tongue speaking. And then she asked Chris to move her arm up and down. Nope. Not happening. Thanks for the prayer though.
We spent the morning yesterday (after an amazing night’s sleep - I didn’t wake up until 6) at the martial arts studio (or gym or facility or whatever they call it). Noa and Ezra were in a tournament. They both did their karate kata. That’s where they have memorized some movements designed to scare their opponent into submission. Then they did some actual sparring, where they wailed on each other. They both did awesomely, of course. Proud grandparents’ moment.
Philippians 4:7 says, And the peace of God, which surpasses every thought, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
Father, thank you for that Walmart lady’s heart. Bless her. Amen.