Here's something good from Shirley Dobson, which she wrote for the upcoming National Day of Prayer. I was encouraged and hope you will be, too.

Scripture provides abundant evidence that the Lord is attentive to our cries and that He moves powerfully in response to the fervent and contrite prayers of His children. As Martin Luther once said, "Prayer is not overcoming God's reluctance, but laying hold of His willingness." What comfort and encouragement we can have in the assurance that our sovereign God is listening to our pleas, that He waits to intervene on our behalf, and that He is "mighty to save" (Zephaniah 3:17).

Well, that is a shot in the arm whether we are praying on behalf of the USA or our family and friends or ourselves personally.

Hey, guess what? I made biscuits tonight. 'Cause I had company tonight. I was going to make my friend's Very Fattening Biscuits. You know, I finally bought the sour cream so I could make them. But the sour cream has been in the fridge unopened ever since and the BEST BY Date is April 4. So, I didn't want to kill the company so I yanked out good old Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook, America's Favorite since the Mayflower. I knew Pioneer Woman's biscuits use buttermilk, which I don't have. I needed ordinary milk biscuits. The BH&G cookbook's recipe was called Biscuits Supreme. It called for buttermilk, but let you use milk if you are lame, like I am. 1/4 cup less milk. It used butter, not solid shortening.

I am here to tell you, they WERE supreme, the best I ever made. Which got me to thinking, why don't I just stick to the book and take all my recipe clippings littered all over the house and properly dispose of them. My dinner guest was telling how she was invited, way back when, to spend a weekend with a friend from boarding school. My guest was led to believe that the girl practically lived on an estate with stables of horses, where a groom would have your horse waiting for you when you stepped out the front door in the morning. Oh, she couldn't wait for this dreamy weekend.

So, the first clue should have been when the principal called her aside and said, Don't over-expect. Turns out the "estate" was a rundown shack of a house where all the kids used the same bath water and guess who got to go last? I think they had an outhouse, too, and the TP was a Sears' catalog, just rip out a page. Do you see where I am going with this?

Well, what do you expect from someone who made the last two days of housework (changing my sheets and changing the ironing board cover) look like she should receive a medal of valor compared to what was done today. Nothing was done today, except more fiddling with the iron board cover which . . . doesn't . . . quite . . . fit. I don't know what I'm thinking, seriously, I do not. Did Jinny this morning and company this evening. I like to live dangerously, no two ways about it.

Our happy little Rays are on a happy little on-the-road winning campaign. Mystery Monkey is still at large and just celebrated his 75,000 Facebook fan. I should get DTD one of the T-shirts, he, he. Well, that's all the exciting news here in St. Petersburg, Floriday. Except I found a dead rat in the front yard two days ago and forgot to tell Mike about it. Now he is in New Jersey.

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KEM