Oh dear! When food is sitting there tempting a person, it is so difficult to ignore it, so guess who ate more than was necessary today. This afternoon that indulgence included a piece of coconut pie! Oh my! Haven't had coconut pie that good in ages! Now breakfast was gravy over REALLY good stuffing from Nikki Smith's kitchen. Unsure whether she or Cindy made the dressing/stuffing, but it was excellent. And then there was some homegrown turkey, some ham, some backstrap (deer?) that was exceptionally tender. No, not all of it is gone already. Honestly believe that was enough food for three people, but certainly appreciated the big platter of food. A gift like that makes it easy to understand why Thanksgiving is necessary--in order to give thanks.
Jerry came over today to ask if he could store some tools and mowers in my locked workshop. Apparently someone had come back twice to steal chain saws, generators, and assorted tools. He thinks what he put over here will be safer with my dogs and locks. He did leave three or four partially rebuilt or semi-built scooters out back. Had him leave them in plain sight from my kitchen window. Hoping no one is stupid enough to get out in the back yard. If the dogs bark, it is a pretty good idea to let them out, so anyone chewed on gets what they deserve. While he was here, Jerry tacked up a piece of plastic on the chicken house door. So, naturally, the hens would not go inside through that door and had to be persuaded tonight. They finally went, but it was after the shuffling and commenting on their hen house ways. Have the heater and lights on in the little metal shed for the other hens. We shall see what kind of effect that has on them. They are just little Christmas lights, so it is not like bright sunlight. But they went inside despite the fact that some things had been changed around--again. They are probably the most tolerant hens around. Raising eyebrows here.
Had really strange dreams all night last night and even woke up having a panic attack. Not sure just what caused that, but then had another episode this morning around ten, so called Connie to have her check on me this afternoon. Have taken a xanax and a nap, so may not sleep tonight, but at least am feeling better. Have no idea what exactly triggers a panic attack, but it is most miserable at the time. Sometimes just thinking about the problems that other people are having can cause problems for the rest of us. Yet it is not like we don't care. No matter how much we pray and trust that God will handle the problems in this life, we expend quite a bit of thought and energy caring about others. Maybe that is part of what we are supposed to do. Not sure.
Read an article about a scientist from Venezuela who invented a vaccine to prevent leprosy. He was nearly 100 when he was still working on a vaccine for cancer. Can you imagine what kind of mind and determination he must have had? For some of us, it takes determination just to clean house or take care of a family, Maybe he had a wife or a housekeeper. Such dedication would certainly excuse the lack of daily work on other things, one supposes. Yet sometimes my world is only acceptable if the dishes are done, the bed made, and the laundry done, folded, and put away. Big deal, huh. Seriously doubt my life was intended to affect those with such deadly diseases as leprosy or cancer. My job in those cases is to pray for those affected.
Today when speaking with Connie after our first visit on the phone, she assured me that she always prays for my safety and well being. It made me think of her mother so much. My children always said that Janis had a direct line to God. The thing of it is: We ALL do have that line to Him. We pray for travel mercies, for the hands of the doctors who have to help us, for those who take care of us. Our families, friends, those we "know" from FB or otherwise, and our nation--it is our job to pray for them, is it not? No tiny amount of money that might pass through my hands will ever feed the poor, but sometimes a donation to a Faith Mission store may bring in the amount of money that is needed to help the abused women and children at the Refuge. Wherever we can help and in whatever manner, if only an encouraging word, those things we are to do. It is our job.
May God give us rest and allow us to awake with joy. You are loved.
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