It's going on noon. I just had tremendous outpouring of God's blessing.
There's a scripture that says give to the Lord and He will give back good better overflowing. I can verify that is absolutely true.
My homeschool daughter went to visit her home school daughter to take care of and help with my great-grandson.
This left me in the care of one of my buddies, a friend of my granddaughters and grandsons that were homeschooled.
Her job is to rewrap on an every other day basis my foot which has moderate but oozing lymphedema when my travel agent and former cop oldest daughter can't get there.
She has possibly listened to more of my unbelievable stories than even some of my family. She's had a couple of miracles and answered to prayer like I have only I seem to have like a bunch of them.
She doesn't stop me when I repeat the story because I am a pretty good storyteller.
I guess I was sharing a summary of all the events that God has blessed me with for he the Lord God has seemingly coached me step by step on how to pray specific prayers that make a difference in people's lives and I was getting the point where I was so happy I was weeping.
She called her husband who had to hear me in this condition just to say hi. Then she left and came back with her Christmas present.
If you have followed the shepherd's journal diligently for the last several years, one thing you should know is that 20 years ago I began praying for a president that had financial understanding according to the miracle of a gold coin in the fish and a little bit of doctor and Jesus talk and also the reinstituting of the importance of tariffs as a fundraiser for the United States. So I guess I'm a little bit responsible for the election of Donald Trump.
In my book The rain parables that you can find on Amazon and wasn't that a clever product placement ad I got to review before her although she knew them all, how God patiently taught me to not be a Benny hinn but I could just be myself and just pray for grace to rain down. That led to the chapter about Mike trying to persuade God to let me be a full-time pastor with a big venue. The next chapter was God's response where he let me go to my locker at work and on top of my dirty work Boots, black because of carbon, was a stunning White wrapped gift in a blood red ribbon. In my prayer I guess you'd call it a waking dream I slowly and with shaking hands open the gift and pulled out a note which said YOU CAN PRAY FOR RAIN. The rain of course meant Grace.
My young buddy a lady let me finish the somewhat long story again how I had prayed for rain for a farmer and ended up praying for 30 light days which almost caused him to have a heart attack and throw a book at me but God answered that with light rainy days.
The farmer's name was John Ecker and sometime after that he passed away and I was asked to do the funeral and I shared those very stories.
At my sermons conclusion I asked if anybody wanted me to pray for grace to fall on their lives like a rain, and John's 2 willowie brilliant granddaughters, or the entire family was valedictorians, came forward weeping and asked me to pray for Lenna.
The short version? She had stage 4 cancer, 105° fever, massive blood clots on her legs, and extreme pain. What happened? The next morning it was all, I repeat, all gone. The story is verified. Stay with me. It is absolutely true.
My buddy left and came back with my Christmas present which I'm going to show you in my pictures. It's a talking Trump clock.
God's grace is truly amazing. Later Gators.
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