I was wandering through the snow near a river. I would see signs that deer or other animals had been along side the river. Sometimes it was but an occasional print or other sign of wild life. Other times there were be the signs of lots of activity. But as I continued along the river, I never saw any animals. And interestingly enough where there were signs of large gatherings, I still saw nothing nor did I see the indicators of the animals leaving together. (I don’t remember seeing anything other than the place where the gathering had been.) Continue reading Is It Revival? The River Of God→
I do not know about you, but as one who has eaten just about everything under the sun (Though my friends will tell you I am not the sweet potato fan.) running into bones is often the least of your worries. But working through foods, eating the meat and spitting out bones is challenging to say the least. I remember one time a meal was prepared for us. The Indian family had taken their last chicken and chopped it up from stem to stern. Everything. You name it, it was in there. (One of my friends crunched down on what he thought was bone, but felt like glass. Welcome to cooked eyeballs.) Harder yet is the fact I come from an “eat it all” (Or no dessert!) generation. Honor does say I will eat sweet potatoes. Continue reading Spit Out The Bones→
