Gideon and the Dealer

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I’m home from a special Women’s Weekend that our church had.  Women are so about relationships.  It’s such a good time to be with other women, to bounce ideas off each other, to stay up late talking, to tell funny stories about our foibles, to pray together, to sing, to sigh, to squeeze hands, to listen, to nod our heads. 

Before I go to bed tonight, I will transfer notes and quotes into my common book (aka a journal).  My husband, bless his open ears, has already listened to a good half-hour of processing and piecing together of thoughts. 

It’s a tradition to pause at the end of a meal and listen while one of the woman in our group shares her story.  This year’s tellers had dramatic tales.  Here is part of one:

C. told the story of how she and her husband came to faith in Christ.  Their lifestyle was not, shall we say, on the abiding side of the law.  They couldn’t say why, but their thoughts just turned to God.  After talking to each other about their “God-thoughts” they mentioned them to their drug dealer.  The drug dealer said he had something that might help them and went into his bedroom.  He returned with a bright green, pocket-sized, Gideon Bible.  Reading through that Bible brought them to faith in Christ. 

Amazing grace!

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Here’s a few of the gems (thank you, Maxine):

The Christian life is a series of yieldings.

When you are tempted to worry, think: “Does it matter in eternity?”

Christ in me
enables me
to do what
God commands
me to do.

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