What’s Cooking?

Everyone I suppose.

I know the dust is rising in every bowl in Texas.

The heat wave in the North is like nothing I’ve experienced.

My buses (yes, note plural) broke down yesterday due to the heat. The subway's announcement clocks failed, praise the Lord operational systems are on separate relays. Our Internet modem crashed and who knows why? The company hasn’t a clue, but I think I do… outdoor workers well adapted to heat wore wet bath towels over their entire backs.

Eating is not possible, no one wears make-up (or not for long) and some have even stopped sweating—that is scary. Isn't heat stroke next?

So where is God’s hand in all this misery? Easily found.

Pointing to a lady’s fan on the bus, I gave her the ‘okay” sign, followed by the comment, ‘Smart’. She gave me her fan as she exited the bus. Quietly she pointing back at me and said ‘For you’.  Neither of us spoke the other’s language enough to converse but she gave me the most beautiful fan you have ever seen, a stranger on a previously broken down bus. I came to reflex Christ yet on this hot day, a stranger was Him to me.

We found a brand new invention—regular sunglasses that fit over eyeglasses (not "clip-ons")—perfect for those of us who prefer not to spend hundreds of dollars for an additional pair.  Did God lead us to that exact spot or what???

And at the eyeglass stand, who should call but Raymon’s cousin. They talked over much needed family happenings. Yet I was too pooped and had to go home—only one block away! Thank you again God for such a perfect location.

And what should I find but a delivery at our door! The real dishes had arrived.

All in all, it was a day of miracles.