Just My Personal Opinion, Of Course...

  It was about 6AM when I woke... Actually I was glad for a little extra sleep and spending time away from the computer...But, immediately the glimpses of this beautiful song that I had seen for the last couple of days, popping up at YouTube, reminded me...I AM About the Father's Work... So, now was a good time, right? The Lord's Prayer was given to All. It teaches us how to talk with God! A Good Thing...the words are coming--This is a time for prayer across the world, not just Christians--but Jews, Muslims, and all those who know that God Exists...MUST be praying... The use of "My Words are being perverted," used by those who seek power, seek to rule over all God's People, must be stopped. Pray! According to Vincent Chough, if we are not sure how to pray, he starts us by making sure that we spend a little time with Jesus... Well, Folks, I've already mentioned when I stop and think of praying, pretty soon words of songs pop up in my mind, and I start singing..

...a lazy afternoon and my Sunday night shows, especially Madam Secretary have been replaced by ballgames! A shame! I knew something was wrong... It was Saturday and I was home alone... Mom had died and there was nobody to see me cry.... It had been going on for some time. I knew I needed somebody to talk to. I called Nancy, friend and our choir director, who also worked wher e I worked and I thought she could better understand what I needed to say...But she didn't answer... I called my Pastor. He and his wife came, it seemed quickly, and as soon as they came toward me, I cried, "Pray for Me..." I didn't hear any of their words, though. It seemed like one part of my mind was watching...watching the scene of my crying while the Pastor prayed. At the end of the prayer, they started to talk to each other, saying things like, she certainly needs help... For me, I couldn't seem to think coherently to form sentences. I felt like I was in a daze. Then I heard my

  Several days ago,  I was at a doctor's office... I was sitting waiting. I would watch people coming in, so that when an elderly oriental woman came in, in a wheelchair, with a belt around her chest to keep her upright, I noticed... She paused her chair while a man went on to the window... probably by the age difference, her son, was my guess. But he had to ask her something, so she maneuvered around within the waiting room and went to the window. Suddenly the man cussed so loudly that we all heard him--he had not known she was behind him, I guess. But instead of saying something like, oops, sorry didn't know you were there, he went on, yelling, I told you last week...whatever...he then stormed by me leaving the woman to follow and went out into the hall. She slowly wheeled her chair by... I couldn't help myself, I reached out twice to her, touching her arm, the second time she slowed. I quietly said. "You need somebody to care for you that doesn't yell at you...&