When I was a kid, I loved banana splits. My mother said that I seemed to want it every day. I recall an occasion when my mother did not have bananas, but I had a craving that could not be satisfied with anything other than a banana split. So I went to a neighbor’s house, borrowed two bananas, and presented them to my mother. She laughed when she saw me coming through the door with a banana in each hand.
I wish that I still had that same sense of purpose and determination. I wonder what my life would have been if I had continued on the path that God had laid out for me. I am only now beginning to realize that I have taken the wrong exit, and that I need to get back on track. I hope that the indwelling Holy Spirit Of God will help me to make the most of this eternity, and the next. And the next. Craig New Castle, Pennsylvania, USA
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