Stories and other stuff

I'm very thankful for this rainy Sunday afternoon.  It's providing some time for me to rest.  I had a great time at church.  When I woke up at six-thirty this morning, I remembered it was pot-luck Sunday at church so I whipped up an old stand-by:  mac and cheese and sausages.  I couldn't think of what else to make.  I forgot about it until this morning so all I could come up with was that.  There wasn't time to bake. Anyway, last time I wrote, I mentioned we were going to talk about love.  Well, that's what I thought was gonna be a good topic but sometimes I think it's best to leave things unsaid in a public arena.  It's a subject worth talking about but because of the limitations of our language where we use one word for lots of different things, I'd spend all day rambling about something that wouldn't make sense. I told a story the other day.  It was just that; a story.  There isn't anything prophetic in it (at least I don't t...

My quest this year was to be a better steward of what God gives me.  It's involved painting my bedroom and such.  My bathroom is a work in progress that has been delayed for lack of proper funding for said project.  There have been more pressing things to use that money for.  I'll get there.  I'm not worried.  I'm being a better steward of the homestead.  And the funds. A couple of months ago, I asked God what was keeping me from Him and He was kind enough to show it.  That was right after the cat scratch fever episode.  I fixed that thing.  It was so hard for me to face what I once had been and the person involved but ever since then, things have changed in my life. The money seems to go just a wee bit further.  My time seems to be better managed and I don't feel like there's a hole in the bucket anymore.  It's kind of hard to explain otherwise.  The one big thing I can attribute it to is a Proverb I read about being ...

I swear, everybody from Wyoming must be in Ogden today. I shared this morning some stuff that happened to me yesterday.  I talked about the purge.  I should be having a nice day. I was. I ran errands.  I called the surgeon about sending my medical records to the VA.  He did once.  He will again. I have a meeting tomorrow so I thought I'd check the e-mail and there it was: Tami Anderson-Garcia.  With the subject heading "John". Tami Jo will forever be to me the woman at the well.  That was her description, not mine.  That story is only contained in the Gospel of John.  It's a great story if you don't know it.  My response to this was to go mow and trim the lawn. I am out of lawn bags.  I went to get lawn bags.  Pulling out of the circle, my neighbor waves me over and wants to chat.  We talked about a few things (oddly, marriage came up among them) and when he asked me about work, he asked me if I knew so-and-so....

I started writing a post last night about cleaning up my digital house.  I found that I'd become a bit of a pack rat; I had messages kept in Facebook from two ex wives and two ex-girlfriends.  I really don't need to keep these kinds of things anymore.  The divorce is final.  Wendi clearly moved on; so did Tami, and so did the squoze. It was the last one that caused me to clean up my house.  Being friends is fine but not when you're seeing someone else and all kinds of twitterpated about it.  I really don't need to open up Facebook and read about her new fella, especially since it's only been three weeks since I got the break up text.  The thing is though, I don't blame her.  She was so much like the last one in so many ways that it shouldn't surprise me that she was looking that quickly.  She wants to be Mrs. Someone.  I want to meet someone that would like to be with me for me. Maybe someday. Last night was a really odd night. ...

Originally this post was going to be about "Mrs. Somebody" but wisdom dictates that I just leave that one alone.  Besides, things are going all right; not perfect by any means, but all right.  We're scraping by.  We could use a little more ching around here but getting by on what we have seems to be working well for now. We're well blessed around here, by and large.  We have pets that are a blessing.  My sis just and to put down her pup.  Sad.  Katie won't be much longer for the world.  I can see it in her little face.  She's as sweet as ever but still, she's 11 and that's old for a Beagle.  I love that dumb dog. I told you the reincarnation of Snot is with us.  Still trying to figure out that one.  He's fun, though.  I will go before Miss June gets rid of that pussycat. That pretty much gets you caught up with the "this and that" stuff.  Let's talk about Kingdom things. You never know what you're going to say...

I made a mistake in yesterday's post.  The marriage chapter reading was not for yesterday, it was for today but I still think the whole point of the story is the same. The previous chapter that I should have read yesterday was chapter 6 of 1 Corinthians and I think there's some applicable material in that chapter too.  Again, lessons learned. I got an interesting e-mail yesterday from one of the guys in charge of the ministry I'm helping with these days warning us to watch out for spiritual attacks.  Like I said, if God is, then by reason, Satan is and spiritual attacks are a weapon.  Trying to deceive a maturing Christian?   Probably one of the tools in the Evil One's toolkit. So like I said, I'm waiting to see.  The thing has not come to pass so more and more, I'm thinking that this will be another life lesson.  I was reading a little Facebook meme this morning about scars life gives us.  I sure wish some wounds would scar over instead of ...

Today is the end of this nightmare.  I can't explain it any better than that but for the last month, I think I've been learning some tough lessons about marriage and relationships.  It all started with an instant message from Vincent (yup, that Vincent!) letting me know about his reconciliation with Wendy.  Yup, that really happened to me. Then the weird dream I kind of hinted about.  That one really messed me up.  Bad.  But if the thing comes to pass, it was from God.  If not, then I can tell you God is real because the antithesis of that argument is that if God is real, then Satan is real, and spiritual attacks on God's children are real.  There's no middle ground here.  Either God is gonna do something spectacular in my life or the Evil One was trying to trick me into doing something I shouldn't have. I defaulted to basics and remember that God doesn't change His essence.  He will change His mind sometimes, but not who He is; and ...