My favorite love song is about a sandwich????

In the movie 27 dresses there is a line that I thought was kind of silly, at least until this morning...

"I feel like I just found out my favorite love song was written about a sandwich."

A light hearted comment to describe a feeling of deep disappointment.

Last night was the primary election. With my father-in-laws candidacy for the US Senate race I feel like I have learned a great deal about government and politics, things that they don't teach you in high school. My political eyes have been opened to things as simple as... many economists say the national debt is nearing the point of no return... currently 13 trillion, adding in unfunded debts it is closer to 30 trillion.

I am encouraged by the turn out at the polls, but at the same time deeply saddened as I realized that many people in my state did not take the time to read about the candidates, those with the most name recognition won. (We expect our elected leaders to read the bills before we vote, so shouldn't we read up on the candidates before we cast our ballots?)

I do not feel bitter in any way that my father-in-law did not make it, He was my choice of course, but there were several other great choices as well. Instead, my state decided to vote in man (a very nice man I must say; I met him on my trip to DC a couple years ago) who have voted to raise the debt ceiling on multiple occasions... not running a campaign saying he is fiscally conservative... hmm. I hate to bring logic in to the equation, but people the math doesn't work out here.

This morning I was feeling quite downtrodden, knowing that historically all great nations have fallen when their leadership got to big for their britches and started making decisions based on money and power.

My devotional encourage me to read through several passages of scripture that we about suffering. A sense of peace came over me while reading these passages, knowing that now matter what happens to this country, I am in good hands and I always will be.

For creation was subject to frustrations, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself would be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God. - Romans 8:20

James, heres to you and your joy...

God - I will put on my happy face today, because I know that the fate of this nation is in your hands. I know that my life is in your hands and I know that no matter what craziness the world throws at me, you are always always always with me.

Thank you for that!

Manna from Heaven

I read the account in Exodus today of when Moses interaction with the Israelites after having led them out of Slavery in Egypt. The people started to grumble, as people often do, because they had no food to eat.

It seems so crazy to me, that they go as far as to say that they had it better in slavery because they at least had some food. Manipulation at it's finest right?

God hears them and to show them compassion, to show them His glory, he provides them Manna

They were told not to save it up, some of them did, and it got maggots in it and it started to stink. They were told to collect twice as much on the 6th day because on the 7th day God would rest and they should rest so there would be none, but some of them went out to collect it anyway.

What do I take away from this story that happened a long long time before I was born?

When we do not obey God, something starts to rot and stink... if that is our heart or our mind or our soul or some physical thing I know not. Perhaps it is different in every circumstance of disobedience.

On top of that, if you miss God's blessing the fist time around, it probably won't be there again, at least in that same form.

It is beyond my comprehension that people could live in God's physical presence (A pillar or fire by night and a cloud by day) and receive His blessings daily and not trust him or know Him.

But, I guess our culture does the same thing, we have the Holy Spirit in us, not just by us and we have been given blessings heaped onto blessings and we can't seem to get straight where they actually came from.

Music speaks to my heart like nothing else does, this is the old chorus that is on my heart this morning.

Many men will drink the rain
And turn to thank the clouds
Many men will hear You speak
But they will never turn around

I will not forget You are my God, my King
And with a thankful heart I bring my offering
And my sacrifice is not what You can give
But what I alone can give to you

A grateful heart I give, A thankful prayer I pray,
A wild dance I dance before you
This loud song I sing, A huge bell I ring,
A life of praise I live before You

Many men will pour their gold
And serve a thing that shines
Many men will read your words
But they will never change their minds

Happy Friday.