Tuesday, September 17, 2019

these past two days

"Let all things be done decently and in order".
I Corinthians 14:40



I like order. I would even go as far as to say I need certain semblances of it in my everyday life, therefore, this scripture might have a tendency to create a spirit of self-maintaining smugness. I do not want to misread what the Apostle Paul was speaking about in context to the church in Corinth, nor do I desire to miss what was clearly stated in principle.

The Word of God is powerfully alive and intrinsically applicable to everyday life, so I would be wise to allow the Holy Spirit to draw me higher up and further in all things, as in everything I do.

The past two days have been make-up days as are the days followed by being away from home. The first day I was busy with laundry. Loads and loads of laundry, which means the washing machine and dryer were seemingly constant in use, I was hauling around baskets of clean laundry to fold and put away throughout the day. The house needed a weekly clean as I was not able to get the house in tip top shape before leaving for the beach, so that was in process.
And then unexpected interruptions presented themselves. My pastor's wife was terribly under the weather so I made a pot of homemade chicken soup and fresh bread to take to her hoping it would provide a bit of comfort.
 An appointment for the cat was scheduled and schooling was tended to get back on track 
since we left most of our schoolwork back home on the desk while we rested at the beach.
Today the refrigerator was cleaned, old food was tossed and containers washed, walnuts and pecans were soaked and put into the dehydrator, emails were answered, and an unexpected morning's visit from two lovely ladies that were going from door to door, and in the mode of our conversation clearly said they did not believe Jesus was God. I invited them in and with decency and order I shared God's truth from I John 5. I am praying for them and I hope they come back.
And of course, I have managed to write this post....

coming home and remembering

Being at the beach takes on an essence that makes remembering sweet.  One of my sweetest memories of this past trip was coming through the screen door and hearing Ivy repeat her Granddaddy count the cracking of the eggs in the pan. 
"One...one.
Two...two
Three...three"



Then there were these sweet and lasting moments too.



a chickadee

 I have taken to afternoon walks in the fields along the side of the woodlands. Today I carried along a small pair of binoculars hoping to c...