Finding the Tabletop.

 Finding the Tabletop.

 

Some of us are simply NOT Martha Stewart. In any grand expansion of the imagination, this old woman would never even consider herself to be that kind of housekeeper, gardener, cook, animal husbandry person. Today the table top showed up after bunches of egg cartons were compiled, stacked, and otherwise removed to the wagon in the little bathroom. Yes, a wagon! Being very careful of that wagon probably tells you how different my priorities are around here. But it does help to have a place to stack empty egg cartons that may or may not get filled in the next few months. Jennifer’s friend Laurie brought me some boxes that each held 60 eggs! Dear Hearts, that is a lot of eggs!

 

The postman, Kevin, brought a package from Amazon (the getting place) with the good stuff for my hens—special herbs and flowers for their nesting boxes and black soldier fly grubs for extra protein so that their eggshells might be harder/tougher. One of my hens has a very thin shell that keeps getting broken. ARGH! What a mess. That means the hay needs to be removed from the nest and clean hay put back. Not that big of a deal, right? Well, those eggs that touch that mess have to be washed and put in the fridge, so they are not given to anyone. That means the dogs and the old woman have to eat those eggs. One of these days, maybe, some form of freezing those eggs may happen. Ziplock bags don’t really appeal to me, but they would be more sensible than any other freezable container.

 

Spent some time in Daniel and Revelation today in the Torah studies by Tom Bradford. He insists that each part of the Bible has particular parts that fit right into the situations in Revelation. Isaiah and other prophets match the descriptions. Bradford also mentioned that John thought that the fulfillment of those scriptures were taking place during his lifetime. This type of expectation is not unusual as nearly as is discernable. After the churches are told whether or not they are acceptable or how they have disappointed God, the rest of the descriptions in Revelation seem to all take place in heaven—not on earth or in our world now. It just seems to me that each of us has ONE job for now: the purpose of mankind is to glorify God. Of all the things we can see, feel, hear, or otherwise discern, all those things are remarkable because they show the outline of God’s glory. Look at the heavens above on a clear night away from city lights. Down in the Palo Duro Canyon, one can look up at the heavens at night and see that a creator smiled and dusted His hands in joy!

 

That bit of rain came rather quickly and surprised some of our city in the wind and its force. For us out here on this old hill, it just means the grass has grown two more inches overnight. Some folks lost power and had trees down, but most of our older trees have already gone to glory. Ah, but the rain felt good. We will undoubtedly have some awful heat coming up, but this IS Texas.

 

May we have compassion upon others and pray for those in rough places. Pray for our president, those who serve, and for Israel and her people.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.