THE PECAN PIEWritten by Irvin L. Rozier
This is a short version of story number 14(out of 50) from my book, My Walk with Lord, www.selahbooks.comPsalm 37.4 "Delight thyself also in Lord, and he shall give thee desires of thine heart." One Friday afternoon, I got an intense desire for a slice of homemade pecan pie. I had just read above scripture verse so I prayed and asked Lord to give me a piece of pie, desire of my heart at that time. Saturday night, I went to a gospel sing at a small country church. After singing was over, refreshments would be served. I knew a pecan pie would be on dessert table. The singing was wonderful...a great spiritual blessing was received by all. How that little white church vibrated as singers and musicians lifted up name of Jesus. As someone gave thanks and asked Lord to bless food and time of fellowship, my mouth began to water for that slice of pecan pie. Well, food was good but I was disappointed because there was no pecan pie in sight...all other kinds were there, but no pecan pie. Sunday morning, one of my nephews called and invited me to go to a church service honoring high school graduates. He wanted me to pray for graduates. After service, refreshments were to be served. I just knew that night, my desire for a slice of pecan pie would be met. I had often been to suppers at that church, and many times I'd seen four or five pecan pies on dessert table. The service was beautiful...it honored graduates and Lord. As pastor asked blessing over food, I anticipated first bite of that slice of pecan pie.
| | THE EASTER LILYWritten by Irvin L. Rozier
On December 19, 2003, I was missing my parents, who had gone on to be with Jesus.My Dad, Rev. A.J. Rozier, died on December 22, 1966. He was 40 years old and we buried him Christmas day, 1966. My mother, Mary, died on January 7, 2001. She was 71.I woke up that cold December morning and drove to family cemetery where my parents are buried. I arrived there, and sat in my warm truck as I recalled precious memories of Daddy and Mama. After several minutes. I opened door of my truck, got out, and slowly walked short distance to my parents' graves. As I did, I pulled collar of my jacket tightly around my neck. We had already had several days of freezing weather and it was cold and windy that morning. I approached my Daddy's grave, saw something, and stared with disbelief. There, growing beside grave, was one Easter Lily...IN FULL BLOOM. As tears filled my eyes, presence of Lord was strong as He gently reminded me through this flower, that He still lives. And because He lives, my parents live also, and I will see them again one day.
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