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It's no wonder that I wonder

Sometimes I wonder. Today's wonderment comes from yesterday's post and has to do with the crux of why I don't write as much as I used to about the things that go on in my life. Quite frankly, I wonder if I should. The two stories I told really happened.  I didn't make up, nor embellish a word of it.  If anything, I left a couple of the details out; things that happened that I figured were just better left between me and the Lord.  But I wonder in hindsight if it weren't better to leave the whole thing that way. God does some and allows some things in my life that I just don't understand and sometimes I'm torn between telling them and keeping them silent.  If all you read yesterday was some crazy story about a pizza then it was better left unsaid. If you, on the other hand, saw how God appoints a task, leads, or in my case, prods, you into doing that task; how when a door closes, God finds a way to open it again (for that you'll just have to tak...

Just do it

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I'm kind of hesitant to tell this week's stories.  OK, last  week's stories.  But sometimes the stories in my life write themselves, so here is just a bit of what happened last week. I used to have a collection of shot glasses that Wendi gave me when she came out here all those years ago.  I put them away at Christmas and take them out afterward, mostly just to take up space in the china hutch that runs along the wall of my dining room.  By wall, I mean about 20 feet of china hutch shelves.  It's a built in thing.  I was dusting them the other day and a thought popped into my head: "I really should get rid of these." I don't know why.  They're just there.  But the thought was there enough that I actually thought about putting them away in a closet. A few days later, a friend on Facebook who is a childhood friend of my sister, posted the oddest thing on said Facebook:  She was looking for some state shot glasses. Ask, and ye sha...

Heed

Sometimes, you see something and it just grabs you by the throat. Since January, that's happened to me twice.  Once was a Facebook post that reminded me that going back to the past would take me back to where I am already at, only it would take me a lot longer than it did the last time to get here. Hey, I'm already here and I know what here cost me.  I paid a lot to get here, both emotionally and financially.  So, I'm agreeing with God that here is where I belong.  I think though it was still wise to ask God about things because of what was going on.  And clearly, to me anyway, I'm headed in the right direction. I have a firm belief that God's word tells me He guides.  So I'm following as best as I can.  Warning heeded. The next one was something I saw last week was something from Tony Evans.  It was another warning and it turns out it was one for me to again heed: "Things may get worse before they get better." And they have. Last Sa...

Glory to God and other stories

So this really happened... We were installing doors on an airplane, which involves the compression of springs.  It's tough to do this by hand, but possible if you have strong hands. I don't.  But I understand that with some help from above, I can do this.  And I did, the first time.  Things matched up, the spring stayed compressed and we got the pin in the door in about a minute. My co-worker said "You must be living right." I stopped and thought for a split second about giving glory to where it belonged and chose to instead tell him that it wasn't that hard if you knew what you were doing.  I tried to take the glory for myself, and I'm telling you, the conviction was instant.  I corrected myself almost immediately, and told him, "Watch.  I won't be able to do this one because I tried to take the credit for myself." And I couldn't. The glory is not mine and I don't want it.  The glory for the things I do goes to God.  My tal...

Hoo boy

Well, that day rolled around again.  I busted out the five gallon bucket, the black plastic bags, and dug out the old, worn out sneakers from under the bed.  Armed with shovels and rakes, I went out to the back yard, and cleaned up what the melted snow revealed. Ten gallons of dog poop. I am pretty reliable about cleaning up after my dogs when there's no snow.  About once or twice a week is usually sufficient.  It's when it snows and snows and snows that cleanup becomes a chore.  You get more snow than dog poop and it makes a mess in the trash.  It's nasty, but it's just plain easier to sacrifice a pair of shoes and do it when the snow melts. Easier.  But nasty. Today's not been a bad day so far, dog poop and all.  I heard a very important message at church today, one which had me thinking back to the time when I got messed up by a chubby redheaded girl when I was 15.  I think today was a good reminder not to go backward, and...

Well, that was.....

I got through yesterday.  And for that, I sincerely gave Glory to God.  I didn't get through it on my own, and I had to raise my voice to someone who was being, well, combative, argumentative, stubborn, and well, just the worst version of herself that she could be. But I didn't swear and I didn't get mean.  I just had to raise my voice to get the point across. I spent some time with the people I love the most in this life yesterday, albeit in probably some of the most difficult circumstances that they could face.  It's so hard to see someone you love hurting and know there's not a whole lot you can do about it.  So, you do what you can, and trust God for the rest. I saw God yesterday.  I saw Him at work in the lives of my children, even though they didn't.  I pointed it out.  They're not so sure it was Him, but I'm convinced I saw his hand of providence, safety, and provision and a living example of how a whole lot of bad worked out for ulti...