Today is my birthday. 37 years old! Someone was shocked on Sunday when I said that. She thought I was only 31. How that made my day!! Then my aunt said I could easily lie and tell people I'm only 30. But let's not forget that I do have a boy about to turn 16! I was naughty as a teen but I was not a mom! Kristin took me out for lunch. Chick-Fil-A...YUM!! It was fun hanging with her again even though it was short. She wants to hit sawgrass soon. Always love that trip with her.
OK so book 2 is all about choices. In Divine by Mistake we find Shannon Parker rudely transported to another world where exact doubles from her own world live. The only person in Partholon that knows Shannon isn't the rude, selfish Lady Rhiannon is Rhiannon's right hand Alanna. Alanna knows everything because she has been there, by Rhiannon's side forever. And though she didn't like Rhiannon, she quickly comes to love Shannon. Oh and by the way, she happens to be the double of Shannon's best friend from Oklahoma. During Divine by Choice, poor Shannon gets ripped from Partholon just as she's starting to get used to everything. She loves her people, she loves her hand maidens, and she is madly in love with her husband. Now we find her back in Oklahoma. ClanFinton (her husband) also has a double in Oklahoma. Shannon had never met him before but Rhiannon quickly found him. Of course she's evil as hell and poor Clint wants desperately to send her back to her world and return Shannon to Oklahoma. In trying to do that he screws up and pulls Shannon back along with the evil Nauda she thought she had killed in Partholon. In Divine by Choice Shannon sees the destruction Rhiannon has made of her life and also tragically witnesses the death of someone she loves.
Tomorrow I will tell ya about Divine by Blood. ☺
Shelly
Had rained down manna on them to eat, And given them of the bread of heaven. Psalm 78:24
Moses led the Israelites out of slavery in Egypt, deep into the wilderness of Sinai. There they complained of hunger and looked longingly back on the security of their captivity, preferring meat eaten in bondage to the bread of their desert freedom, for which they were dependent on God.
In a miracle made new every morning, God provided manna from heaven, the bread of angels, to sustain them in their journey. This bread could not be hoarded: enough was provided for every household each day, but attempts to gather more than was needed led only to decay.
Two things have always struck me about this story: first, God will not, it seems, encourage us in any sort of “self-sufficiency” that leads away from our reliance on Him.
God seems strongly to intend us to have our bread on a daily basis. If we persuade ourselves that we have enough spiritual strength for a while and need not in the meantime ask God for anything, we may find ourselves soon in trouble.
Secondly: the people did not recognize the bread that God had provided them as food. In fact, they did not recognize it at all; when the people saw the “fine, flake-like thing, fine as frost on the ground,” they said to one another, “What is it?” Manna is the Hebrew word meaning what is it?
How often, I wonder, do I not recognize the food from heaven right under my nose? How often does my greed or pride or insecurity make me try to hoard God’s mercy for tomorrow? How often does yours.
Remember what Jesus said… "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”
Pastor Hersch
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