Fruit
Peace is a fruit too
It's a gift of the Holy Spirit if you didn't already know.
I was driving home late tonight. Raining. No cars on River Rd ( remind you of something?... http://jotland.blogspot.com/2004/10/his-life-or-mine.html#comments)
No.. no cute possums in this story.
I had been at a friend's place. We were discussing God and how much my friend had been growing in Christ. I was filled with Joy, and driving home, I was filled with peace.
Now usually, at night with no cars in sight, I'd be driving pretty fast but not tonight. Even thought the speed limit is 50 on River Rd, the generally agreed speed limit for motorists is about 75. I was crawling along tonight,.. at about 50something. Just before entering River Rd, I was thinking about cops. I thought about the chances of being caught. My sister has often warned me about cops on River Rd, but don't recall having ever seen much.
I was recalling how my sister would sms me and tell me that there were cops at the Xth intersection. I alway seem to miss them though... Tonight, I didn't have to be on the look out for cops. I was being a good boy.
As I approached the bit where the road slopes steeply down, I was still crawling along, enjoying the rain outside. My head lights carelessly reflected the shiny letters P O L I C E off the side of a police wagon as it slowed down, about to enter River Rd.
I need this fruit more often
It's a gift of the Holy Spirit if you didn't already know.
I was driving home late tonight. Raining. No cars on River Rd ( remind you of something?... http://jotland.blogspot.com/2004/10/his-life-or-mine.html#comments)
No.. no cute possums in this story.
I had been at a friend's place. We were discussing God and how much my friend had been growing in Christ. I was filled with Joy, and driving home, I was filled with peace.
Now usually, at night with no cars in sight, I'd be driving pretty fast but not tonight. Even thought the speed limit is 50 on River Rd, the generally agreed speed limit for motorists is about 75. I was crawling along tonight,.. at about 50something. Just before entering River Rd, I was thinking about cops. I thought about the chances of being caught. My sister has often warned me about cops on River Rd, but don't recall having ever seen much.
I was recalling how my sister would sms me and tell me that there were cops at the Xth intersection. I alway seem to miss them though... Tonight, I didn't have to be on the look out for cops. I was being a good boy.
As I approached the bit where the road slopes steeply down, I was still crawling along, enjoying the rain outside. My head lights carelessly reflected the shiny letters P O L I C E off the side of a police wagon as it slowed down, about to enter River Rd.
I need this fruit more often
