As the season changes, the sky over our heads change several time in one day. Now sunny then cloudy, later partly sunny and partly cloudy sometimes rainy and windy, other times dry or humid. Ever changing unexpectedly.

While on earth, arenʼt we governed by similar laws in our spiritual life?

David the king Says:
O Lord, what is man that you care for him,
the son of man that you think of him? Psalm 144: 3

David the bear killer
David the lion slaughterer
David the giant decapitator
David the terrorist of Philistines
David the man after Godʼs own heart
David the man of many enemies
David the man of many tears
David the beloved king
David the man of prayer
David Knew that God thought about him.

Which David are we talking about: The Hero, the King, the Shepherd, the humble prayer? He was all of those things and more. But we are talking about David the man.

O Lord, what is man that you care for him,
the son of man that you think of him? Psalm 144: 3

Is there any greater honor than to be in the thoughts of God? I think not.

When I think of a flat nosed, wrinkled-face pug dog, I smile at the thought that perhaps someone slammed the door on this dogʼs face. I think of it and smile.

If God thinks of me, I know that He must smile about me.

Before I lose your attention, let me give you some evidence of how I know that God thinks of me.

Just as God, Who is a spirit and invisible, made Himself visible in Jesus, so God today, when it pleases Him in due time, makes His Son visible through us. Gal.1:14.

When I find myself in despair and “knee-deep in crocodiles”, God chooses to make Himself visible through you and your letters of concern for us. The life of God in you speaks to the life of God in us through your letters. In true Christian fellowship it is God in me fellowshipping with God in you. In fact, we are more like spectators of this oneness than actors of it.

This holy concern for one another is actually a testimony of who we are and to whom we belong and what kind of Spirit governs our lives.

A dear friend of ours wrote me “You have me on a roller coaster. In one letter you are high and on the peaks of your radio ministry and good feed back from the listeners, and the next moment you are low in the deep valley of despair with Ruthieʼs cancer.” Yes, my friends. As someone has said, “Down to Gegena and up to heaven he travels fastest who travels alone.”

We have set our hearts on pilgrimage. We have moved 21 times in our life time. Now the wings of grace have brought us to Georgia. I am a stranger in a strange land. Geography and circumstances no longer matter.

As the painting of a rider and his horse at sunset projects a shadow on the prairie, “We are never alone.” Our God who thinks of us is our shadow at our right hand.

Even our Lord Jesus took His disciples on a roller coaster. Crowds screaming and praising his name in one moment and later Jesus is telling them about his death and their betrayal, “You all will abandon me; but I am not alone. My Father is with me.”

That was enough for Jesus and should be enough for us. The Invisible making Himself Visible to us through you. Jesus in you, the hope of glory. The fellowship of the saints is our inheritance on this earth.

Pray that our Lord may be glorified by whatsoever may lie ahead of us and that we may be found faithful, with nothing to be ashamed of.

Now back to earth. Yesterday Ruthie had a biopsy of the liver and radiation. We went early in the morning to the hospital and got back home fifteen hours later. Long day.

Apart from weariness of the flesh; we are having great days. Everything is not great, yet EVERYTHING IS GREAT FOR THEM WHO LOVE GOD.

Angels visiting in disguise such as a big black lady sweeping in the parking lot and singing out loud to the Lord as she watches me putting Ruthie tenderly into her wheelchair with a hug and a K... I think people are watching us in more than one sense. May our Lord be even more so real in and through our weakness.

A young man pushing Ruthieʼs roller bead through the halls of the hospital singing beautiful words from Psalms 122 and 23.

A man in the parking lot of the grocery store comes running after me to thank me for laying my hands on his little girl and praying for her two days earlier in the hospital.

A nurse came to offer me lunch and refreshments while waiting for Ruthie, who was under observation. She also helped connect me to WI-FI.

While I read your e-mails and the cards you send or talk to some of you (such as at the parking lot of McDonalds while eating filet of fish sandwiches – two for $3.49), I think about the shape of Godʼs angels on earth and the Barabbasʼs of God; I smile at the thought of being a Chihuahua while feeling like a big bulldog or a Great Dane because of the company in which I find myself. Thank you for standing with us at this time of our lives. I think of my life as being a big non-ending prayer meeting. Please keep breathing with us in Jesusʼs Name.

In the Name of Him who does not slumber or sleep and guard us as we sleep.