Happenings on the Hill.

 Happenings on the Hill.

 

Yes, something happens every day out here on Fenoglio Hill. This morning a “wabbit” managed to taunt Thompson so that he crawled under a high place in the fence and got out. The old woman just happened to see him, got him in, and then hauled two cement blocks over to the fence line in an attempt to remove that place from being a temptation. Sigh. And yes, it makes my back sore to pick those stupid big blocks up to put into the wagon. It’s always something.

 

Spoke with Michelle Malay a bit ago. She said that her dogs will eat out of date tuna too. It is terribly hard for me to see the expiration date on so many things. The cottage cheese carton is usually white, so that one is not too hard to see, but the whey floating on the top is the biggest clue to the freshness question. Cheese is an entirely different bag of taste and torture. Can’t smell it if the date is too hard to read.

 

Read something in Max Lucado’s 365 devotionals about Judas. He had a “religion.” He walked with Christ the same as the rest of the disciples. But somehow, he did not really “know” Christ. It horrifies me that reading the Bible, praying, and trying to learn more could still leave me without the heart of Christ within me. Knowledge is great; but knowing does not always make the person worth having around. Sad. Just sad. Making myself determined to be loving toward others is admirable, maybe, but actually BEING loving is much more important. This old woman wants to be less critical and more accepting when it is possible. Let us all try to be less negative and less judgmental. We don’t have to like everyone or what they do, but we don’t have to be critical either.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.