Raining Again.

 Raining Again.

 

Not griping, don’t ya see. But that was one big sploosh of water accompanied by thunder and lightning. The dogs were thoroughly nervous, too! At least everything got a good soaking.

 

Had a lightbulb flash out yesterday in the bathroom and pulled out my kitchen stool to change the bulb. Easy peasy reach. Then today used the same kitchen stool to reach for a flower vase on top of the kitchen cabinet. Had to step up to the second step on the stool. That second step makes me just a tad nervous. Got the vase down and cleaned it and now have the few carnations that were still pretty enough to put in that swan vase that Grandmother Pollard made for me. Think she really enjoyed those classes she took to make those swans out of Red River mud. It means something to me, too. The flowers were among those from the bouquet that the kids sent for Mother’s Day. The tiger lily blooms ended up all over the place, but they were pretty for a long time. Not sure what the blue bell looking flowers were supposed to be called, but would love to grow some like that.

 

Had a few groceries and things delivered today. It sounds incredibly lazy to have things delivered, but all the joints in my back and legs are reacting to the weather—or something. Anyway, will take my little buggy used to unload my groceries and deliver a couple of bags of ice and a couple of jugs of tea to the church. The secretary said that they have room in the freezer for the ice and room in the fridge for the tea. Just did not want to wait to take this stuff on Thursday when the gathering is planned.

 

Got a sweet postcard from Max and Laisha from Washington state. Wish they were still close enough to hug, but they will probably never be in this part of the world again. Guess prayer will just have to do the job instead of hugs.

 

Almost finished a book by a guy named Perry Stone called The Code of the Holy Spirit. It talks about the seven holy days that we learned about back beginning in ’73. Sterling was talking about it and calling the holy days “Jewish” days and saying that he was not a Jew but a Gentile. Argh. Israelites were not all Jewish, but try to explain that. Anyway, our discussion caused me to do some research about the term “gentile” and “goyim.” The internet is a wonderful tool, but a person would need more books of reference to ever get things ironed out enough to be easy to explain. Even this book may have to get a second reading to satisfy my feeling about some of his explanations (Stone’s, not Sterling’s).

 

It has been years since we kept all seven of God’s feast days. It makes me ask myself several questions about them now. We observed Passover by washing feet (women among women and men among men) and by taking the unleavened bread and the wine as Christ commanded his disciples that night when He took wine and bread with them. One year the sequence of events had me asking a minister to explain how Christ was in the grave three days and three nights if He was killed the next day. It finally occurred to me that His resurrection was the important event rather than the sequence of events. At His death on the day after Passover, the high priest wanted the body put in a grave before the holy day that began that night. His resurrection came on the day of First Fruits, so that showed that HE was the first fruits of many to come after Him. Anyway, it still boggles my mind that so many things happened just as God had them laid out in His instructions. And then there were those who were resurrected on the same day as His resurrection. Do you think that the prophetess Anna who held him in the temple after his birth was one of those who came out of the grave?

 

It looks as if the next few days and into next week may be pretty decent weather—that is if you don’t mind a little rain and cooler temps. This old woman will not gripe for now. It would be nice to be able to dust mop and maybe even wet mop on Saturday so that the living room would be decent or at least slightly less hairy by the time the insurance nurse is supposed to be here on Sunday afternoon. But if all the dog hair sticks to the floor and the furniture, at least it won’t be out of character for this house!! Dog hair is happy hair.

 

Let us pray for our president and other leaders that God will guide them and lead them. May God bless our troops and all those who protect and help us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.