Oh yes, Helen, I can identify with wanting the whole lot of us to have
coffee.  Wouldn't it be wild to really have that happen someday.

Vicki

----- Original Message -----
From: "Helen" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, June 29, 2004 7:06 AM
Subject: Re: Electrically speaking


> Vicki, having coffee with you and other E Church early risers would be
> absolutely wonderful!  It gets rather lonely here, so the company of my
> brothers and sisters in Christ, especially over a cup of coffee, would be
a
> great blessing for me.  Smile
>
> Helen
>
> Earlier, Vicki and The Rors wrote:
> >Thanks Helen.  You know, I don't know if I'd really have had time to
think
> >about it, and not obey.  God was just so good as to have taken care of
me.
> >Smile.
> >
> >Wish you were over here and we could have coffee together this a.m.  We
> >could include other early risers too, like Charlie, and whoever, and we'd
> >have an echurch coffee.  Smile.  Of course we'd serve tea too and maybe
some
> >pastries.
> >
> >Blessings,
> >Vicki
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >----- Original Message -----
> >From: "Helen" <[log in to unmask]>
> >To: <[log in to unmask]>
> >Sent: Tuesday, June 29, 2004 5:38 AM
> >Subject: Re: Electrically speaking
> >
> >
> > > Good morning, Vicki and Everyone,
> > >
> > > Vicki, that is a great testimony to obedience.  So glad you and Rory
are
> >safe!
> > > Isn't the Lord wonderful in keeping His promises to us?
> > >
> > > Helen
> > >
> > >
> > > Earlier, Vicki and The Rors wrote:
> > > >I don't recall having so many night storms as we have had in the last
few
> > > >years. This particular night, I was jolted awake by a loud clap of
> >thunder
> > > >and the ever increasing sound of rain collecting on the roof top.
First
> >it
> > > >tapped on the roof gently but incessantly.   Then it opened up to a
> >steady
> > > >drone, and quickly grew in to a deluge, pounding the roof with a loud
> >roar
> > > >and drenching everything in its path.  I wondered by the size of the
> > > >droplets if it was going to turn in to hale and wreak havoc on the
> >beautiful
> > > >flowers on my patio and the large produce garden next door.  .  Rory,
my
> > > >5-year-old Yellow Labrador who has taken a sound dislike to the noisy
> > > >thunder was restless.  I knew he didn't like the sudden interruption
to
> >his
> > > >sleep anymore than I did.  I thought, however, that he might really
need
> >to
> > > >go outside to relieve himself, as he kept insisting on prancing back
and
> > > >forth to the door.  I didn't relish the thought of going out, but The
> >rain
> > > >began to let up, and I thought we could manage to slip out, take care
of
> > > >business and get back inside quickly while there appeared to be a
lull in
> > > >the action.  So I dressed, after a fashion, and took the leash from
it's
> > > >standard abode, fastened it to Rory's collar and placed my hand on
the
> >door
> > > >knob.  Just that second, the words, "don't go out there," went
through my
> > > >mind.  Then,  the next words more powerfully spoken, "do not go out
> >there."
> > > >Instantly there was a loud clap of thunder with a crack to it.  I
knew by
> > > >that sound that the lightning was close.  and I had that Erie
physical
> > > >feeling that happens when an electrical storm has just dumped a bunch
of
> > > >current in to the air.  I stood there shaking from my sandled feet to
the
> > > >top of my head, knowing that God in his infinite wisdom had just
placed
> >his
> > > >protective hand over the two of us.  The storm continued to rage,
> >however, I
> > > >found myself focusing away from the storm and onto those words still
> >ringing
> > > >in my spirit.  I was afraid.  No longer of the storm, but I feared
> > > >disobeying that protective covering I was now so keenly aware of.
Whether
> > > >those words were spoken in to my spirit and echoed through my mind,
or
> > > >whether there was a real audible voice, I'm not sure.  It really
doesn't
> > > >matter.  The results were the same.  My shaking hand released from
the
> >door
> > > >knob, I put the leash back in its place, and person and beast
returned to
> > > >their beds with the continuing steady pitter patter of rain drops on
the
> > > >roof, and the sound of thunder fading in to the distance..  Both of
us
> > > >settled down to finish our rest for the night knowing that the
Creator
> >God
> > > >still cares for his creatures, wondering if a healthy dose of fear of
> > > >disobeying the Lord in any way might not be good for all of us .