Thursday, March 15, 2007
Jelly Spots On the Car Seat
I am beginning to wonder if God called me to eat Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches on Sunday afternoons. I travel almost every weekend to different churches, festivals and coffee houses across the nation. This has not made me a rich person. Sometimes money gets tight and we have to conserve. So we find the local Wal-mart and buy a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, a jar of jelly and a gallon of milk. PB&J with a bananna has become a very delicious Sunday afternoon lunch. We usually try to find a park...but a lot of times we end up sitting in the car in the Walmart Parking lot. We have wonderful memory spots on the car seats. Look Mom this jelly spot is from Texas. Thats where we were able to minister to the girl who had just broken up with her boy friend and did not want to go on living. This darker spot is from last year in Arizona. Arizona is where we met the elderly lady who talked with us just because she was lonely and needed someone to talk too. Whenever we open the car doors the delicious aroma of PB&J and all the memories come rushing out to meet us. You know I would'nt trade those PB&J memories for anything. After all I am doing what God wants me to do!
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