"The Coffee Shop" #3

I'm doing fine Jim, but now you are here I must go. Nothing personal, just that I will be up again in about 5 hours time.

yours, Jon.

 

Cheers Jon,,Have a good evening. God bless.

Jim

 

Hello!

Most of you know I was abandoned as a small child (4 years old)and left unattended for almost 3 weeks. I tried very hard to keep me and my 4 brothers together and we were of course ripped apart, placed in ophanage and foster homes, and never seen each other again until I was 27. I am 48 and I never see them now.

I was abused in so mnay ways I cannot explain it all. Even tho I have the Lord on my side, Some things are just too painful to talk about.

Then 2.5 years ago my husband died. He had 2 small boys when we got married. Whose mother had died. She got hit by a train. I have raised those boys. They are like mine.

But every so often someone on my late husbands side of the family always want to say things that hurt. No one on my husbands side of the family has in 2.5 years came and seen if they were ok, or if I was or anything. No one sends Birthday cards, phone calls, get screwed cards or anything. I am all those boys have. And it does not matter to me, because I love them like I gave birth to them.

But when theyt make little statements about me and the boys I just get so upset.

I am dealing with 2 things right now. I will be truthful...I really and truly feel like my whole life has been a punishment. I want out of the punishment. Why does everything happen to me? I am Job sitting in the ashes. Look at me, cause I am really and truly a failure. This is what a failure looks like.

No one helps me, yet everyone has plenty to say. Why? When does my ship come in?

I have worked very hard to make sure those boys never feel what I did, growing up without my own flesh and blood. It does not feel good to be alone and never have anyone. Funny tho...I am always alone.

I got to take a breather for a minute wil write more in a minute.

Sherrie

 

Bye Jon. Hi Jim.

 

Hi Betty,,always a delight to see your smiling face,,,,,,,and Brother Ed...don't want him to feel slighted, you know.....

Sherrie, I don't want to be one of Job's friends, so I won't offer any advice, but just let you know that I am listening, absorbing and praying.

Cheers,

Jim

 

Thank you Jim. I guess I just needed to get that off my mind. I will be ok, after I calm down.

Just pray for me.

Sherrie

 

Sherrie, I had a medical doctor come to my study one day. He poured out two coffees, sat down, sipped at his and never said a word. I just sat there waiting for him to speak. After about twenty minutes, I finally said to him,,Let's have a word of prayer......He then shook hands, and went about his way.

The next time I saw him he said, "Thank you. That was all I needed.

Sometimes that is all we need. Another soul to be there..no words....just knowing that someone does care.

Cheers,

Jim

 

Here's a poem I rather like:

Fierce burning coals of juniper,
And arrows of the strong,
Await those false and cruel tongues
Which do the righteous wrong.

But as for me my song shall rise
Before Jehovah's throne,
For he has seen my deep distress,
And hearken'd to my groan.

Cheers,

Jim

 

Thank you. That is what I needed! I think I will get offline and read my Bible. Just talk with God.

Thank you!
Sherrie

 

Blessings on you, Sherrie,,,,and remember,,,,,you are not alone at the Coffee Shop.

Cheers,

Jim

 

Sherry, you have the strength of the Lord.

I am sorry that I could not get back with you to hold your hand. Ed was going to tell you that I was cooking supper, but then his computer had to be rebooted, but I knew that Jim was here and he is so good to know just what to say.

 

You are too kind, dear Betty. You and Ed are quite adept with the right words as well, I have seen you both in action.

Me, I am just like the fool sitting outside Spurgeon's Tabernacle and repeating: "I'm just a fool and nothing at all, but Jesus Christ is my all in all." He didn't say much, but he said it all, didn't he?

Cheers,

Jim

 

I have calmed down now; not mad or sad.

Sherrie

 

Sherrie,
You know my situation. My wife and I have friends who say, "I'm praying for ya'll!" Hundreds of friends--yet it seems we are here all alone!! Me, too! Sister, me too!

Blackbird

 

Sherrie, the world needs more hearts like yours!.....and yes your ship will come in one of these days and I'm betting it will be one of those big cruise ships

Your Sister In Christ, Becky

 

Thank you sooo much Bro. Ed! I was looking for a hat just like that on ebay but couldn't find one!

If our local newspaper sees me outside on an extension ladder painting with that hat on...I will probably make front page news!

Hi All: Sorry I haven't had time to drop in lately. We have been busy with the house. We are rewiring the whole house right now <fun>.

Along with needing dry weather for the outside painting, we are trying to form a concrete platform for a utility shed. We can't have them dump the cement unless we know it will dry before it rains.

Thunderstorms and wind again last night. Doesn't look good for the next few days either. Oh well, maybe my new hat will be here before we get some more sunshine!

HAGD All! Keep the place running until I can get back and watch out for our 'fine feathered friend', he sounds like he has some pretty big construction plans! :eek:


Sue

 

Sue,
I reevaluated the situation with the pro shop--I hope I don't hurt your husband's feelings--but I had to think twice about the whole thing since someone popped off about some sort of zoneing rules, and about special permits that I would need to have--since I was left with not much inheritance(monatarily)--I don't have near enough money(bula-bula) to bribe the right officials--and last I checked--prison jailors don't take bribes--so I'm gonna beg Sister Sherrie on my knees--"Oh please! Please! With brown sugar cinamin on top!--let me put up this 5 x 5 display rack---" And then she'll see the whoppin' profits I'll drag into the place--I'll have every husband of every lady on the board hooked on the pro shop--to where we'll be forced to turn the D9 around!! Heck--she'll be so happy with the coffee shop turnin' a profit--she'll want me to show her how to track that D9!!! Sherrie, just get on the thing and act like you know what you're doin'--keep twistin' knobs and turnin' switches and stompin' on pedals till you figure it out--and then your off . . . !

Your feathered Southern Baptist preacher buddy,

Blackbird

 

Good morning my beloved. The late preacher, Dr. G. Vernon McGee used this expression quite often in his broadcasts, "My beloved." It is a term of endearment. Isn't it marvellous that someone from without the camp, for McGee was a stranger to us, would think of us as "his beloved." We are never alone.

In 1 Sam 22:1,2, David appeared to be alone and in the camp of the Philistines, the enemy. Finding himself in great danger among the Philistines, David returned to his own land, which he ought never to have left. Verse 1, "David therefore departed thence, and escaped to the cave Adullam." When this dear soul found himself overwhelmed by the enemy, he did the wise thing and retreated. How often would we stand and fight, saying, "I must be strong for the Lord in this place." There is a time to retreat. There is a time when we ought to seek the solitude of the "cave" and find ourselves.

There was some 400 of the finest soldiers with David. He was not physically alone, but he felt alone. Isn't that how we feel sometimes? We are standing in a crowd, but oh so alone.

Now, when you feel alone, think on this. David yearned to have a drink of water from the well at the gates of Bethlehem. For this we skip to 1 Chron 11:15-19. Remember, the enemy is all about, but three of David's men heard his wish to have water from that well. Three of those men risked their lives and retrieved water from that well and brought it to David. They risked their lives for a drink of water.

Now, David was gien the water, but would not drink it. What does he do with it? He did not just refuse the water, but poured it out to the Lord. He honoured God with this water which ws bravely collected in the midst of the enemy. Do we satisfy ourselves with the blessings that people bring to us at great price? Do we take lightly the consolation another brings to us, and continue our journey of pain and misery? A good friend, says, I am with you. I am praying for you. And such things. We hear them, but we turn our minds away. They are mere words. We ought to be like David and "spill" them out unto the Lord and this is what Paul was talking about when he said, "When I am weak, then am I strong." Not in himself, but in the Lord.

The lesson here is that when we think we are alone and without the water we want so badly, there are precious souls who will brave the enemy for us. So, we are never alone. We have a mighty host with us. The Lord is ever present, and there is an army of valiant people surrounding the camp who will do yeoman service in our behaf. Let us praise God for that valiant army, and "spill" the water unto the Lord.

God bless each of us as we face this day knowing we are not alone, and we are in the camp of King Jesus, where we will never thirst because He is the Living Water, and it shall never again be spilled as we are filled with His love, mercy and great strengths.

Cheers,

Jim

 

Good Morning!

Thank you Jim for that paticular devotion! I always find comfort reading stories about David.

Thank you all for praying for me. I am much better today. Not mad or Sad. God is good to me, and I am grateful for all that he does in my life. I am not going to let people pull me down, when God is helping me stand! I am sorry I let this get to me. Thank you Becky for such kind words too.

Today at noon I will be going to the courthouse to pray. My Pastor, and church members who are not working will be there.

blackbird put your bait and tackle supplies over on that side of the wall....away from the doughnuts. But continue to apply for the permits.

Sherrie

 

Storm has hit! We had severe lawn furniture damage. Found the patio umbrella over two houses, table is broken, hail is quarter size, my new swing.....the top is broken. Havent found the trash cans. The cat is no longer fluffy! He is a drowned rat. Winds are at 35 miles per hour. Sue it is coming your way. Well I have the scubba gear on now. Will try to locate other thing.

Sherrie