This Lord's Day is finally drawing to a close.  It's been HOT again today.  I do not like the heat; I do not like it at all!  The older I get, the more I do not like it!  Thankfully, John put in an air conditioner a couple of weeks ago (after almost 40 years of living here without one).  I am so thankful for that.

My sister gave me a book to read recently.  It's The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven.  It's really good.  Reading it has helped me to have a deeper faith that God has created a home for me for eternity.  Also, in reading it, God is speaking to me about drawing deeper into communion with Him.  God is real.  The Holy Spirit living within me is Truth.  I need to continually focus on that and grasp this reality for each moment.

Did I tell you that I am facing hip replacement in December?  That's a scary thought, but it's to the point where often I can't put my shoe and sock on my right foot.  John or one of the grandkids has to help me.  I can't walk very far, stand very long, or sleep a whole night in my own bed.  I think that John has totally surrendered his recliner to me!  I guess it's time to get this done.  More on that as the days draw closer.  But I wanted to mention it because of the issue of not being able to sleep.  I am committing here and now to use those times to be more in prayer and reading and meditating on God's Word.  I fall so short of what He wants me to be. 

Guess what we had for lunch today?  Purple potatoes grown in our garden!  Yes, purple potatoes.  We had received some seed potatoes earlier this spring, so tried them out.  They are delicious.  They have somewhat of a sweet flavor, not like sweet potatoes, but more sweet than regular potatoes.  They are like a luxury-level red potato!  Yummy!  Especially smothered in real butter.  Hello extra pounds #1 and #2!

This is the last week of classes for this semester at the college where I work.  Students will be giving oral presentations this week.  For many, this is the hardest part.  They are so petrified of speaking.  I remember when I had those same fears.  Standing up in Mrs. Ferris' 9th grade English class to give a book report was worse than my Mom making me eat chili with onions!  But I can do both today!  Can't say I love chili with onions, but I do love speaking! 

Okay, time to draw this missive to a close.  Til we meet again!

Leslie Anne