When you run into trees


Finally, a chance to sit down and relax!  I forgot to add to the list of things done last week a book report and a response paper (which I found out today wasn’t actually due until THIS Friday).  Saturday Kevin and I worked outside mostly for hours on end weeding, raking, mowing, spiffying up the place.  So much needs done on our version of “This Old House”…well actually it’s more like “The Money Pit”, lol.  Lots and lots of painting around windows and on the porch, a stone wall put in along the new flowerbed, and outside lighting down the walk.  New roof too, but we won’t be doing that ourselves (obviously).  The older I get, the more I see the wisdom in purchasing a condo and letting someone else do it.  Or better yet moving into an RV.  Yeah, that’s the ticket!  Just get rid of EVERYTHING and go light.  Your kids will bless you for it when it comes time to take care of the estate, and your time won’t be taken up with taking care of stuff! :)

Today was the first day back to school.  I missed the first half because I worked at the food bank but caught the Q&A session, which was good.  Had the chance to chat with a friend for a little and spoke of the feeling that I’ve had as if I keep coming up against a wall.  She got a picture of me actually walking into a tree and then going around it.  I think that’s the more accurate picture because I haven’t stopped going forward yet.  I am determined to have my breakthrough!   I won’t quit.  I can’t quit!  “I press on so that I may lay hold of that for which also I was laid hold of by Christ” (Phil 3:12).  There are times when I can so relate to the Bride in Song of Solomon.  He’s certainly “drawn me after Him” and I’ve been running for a year.  So when I run into the occasional tree, I just go around it and run some more (after my bell stops ringing, lol :)

This afternoon I had an interesting time in my upper room.  I went there to “have a talk with God.”  As happens often during such talks, I fell asleep!  But I must not have stopped talking, and more importantly I think was the fact that I was hearing…something…because I would wake up every now and again in the middle of wrestling with God over something, or confessing something, or praying for something.  When it was all said and done, I woke up and felt as if something had been settled or put right.  Lots of somethings in there, lol.  Anyway, it’s almost like when you go under and have surgery and wake up to find the problem fixed.  I don’t know what “the problem” was in this case, but I awoke with a large deposit of peace and I needed that.  VOP’s prophetic presbytery next week is looming on the horizon.  Remember those Stretch Armstrong toys?  That’s the picture I just got, except in this case it’ll be Stretch McCarty :)


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