If I thought my lap top was becoming only a blog tool, I certainly do not think so any more.
It was very nice of Rebecca to have loaned me her lap top yesterday until we get together for gathering tonight. But I sure as heck hope that my lt comes back with all my stuff on it, soon.
But most likely it won’t be returned until November fourth, a coincidence?, I think not. That would be two weeks after Dirt sent it in, which is what we were told to expect, or at least what Dirt told me he was told. And it would so serve me right as I am certain I was beginning to become way too involved in the political season. I am also on a strict news diet, just enough to keep me informed.
Some messages are not to hard to figure out. I’m not saying that a person ought not to care, I would never say that I still believe whole heartedly that you must be engaged in the life around you. But one must respond to what they are called to, and I know I was not called to politics, either directly or indirectly. To be an aware citizen, most certainly, but you dear reader were not exposed to even a fraction of what was swirling in my head, and that would definitely go well beyond being aware. Any who, lest I get carried away I will now stop talking. Besides my ballot is nearly all filled out and ready to mail.
I miss my lt, as I said above, I hope I get it back with my stuff on it.
But even if it is erased and all I get back is what I started with in April, oh well, I have lost many a yellow note pad in the middle of what I thought was a stellar thought about God, or a phenomenal organizational breakthrough and out there somewhere float many many note pads with vital ideas about my garden.
So it will not be the first time I have lost writings and ideas and heck even pictures, but I will say it is hard to live without the new “yellow pad” in my life. Yeah, I have written, ink and paper written, a few things, but it just doesn’t seem the same.
And I must say that I have noticed that my handwriting has improved since I last wrote a lot by hand. Odd isn’t it? I would have thought it would be the other way around. So much for, the more you do it the better you get.
Oh, by the way some of the mistakes in my last post have been corrected, so in case you were wondering if I was slipping into relativism I have corrected the glaring mistakes I saw.
Sunday’s Lutefest was terrific, made all that much more terrific with the addition of some new faces at our celebration of the true European discoverer of North America.
There is a lot going on and little time to tell you all of it. Terry gave me another book by Tozer, we’re wrapping up Foster’s Celebration of Discipline (or are we), my tulip and hyacinth bulbs arrived, Terry and I switched to a later work out time and really getting to it, which reminds me of my abandoned Sheet Diet, the girls are getting ready for a gaming show on Saturday, Ivan and Holly’s first public outing, Dirt’s birthday on Saturday, our good friend’s anniversary to celebrate, tricks for treats to get ready for, more apples to squish into various luscious concoctions, more beds to bury under mulchiness and plants to fuss over, a sewing room to clean out, an office to organize, notes for a book to find, not to mention all that has already happened in the last few days and tons of pictures, is your head spinning? because mine sure is.
The Tozer book alone is quite sufficient. I am struggling reading it. I don’t make it very far before I have to drop it and just let my mind and heart sit. Thanks Terry!
Meditating on Jude. Reading Philippians.
I can’t post all that I have read and thought but I would love to leave you with one quote from
The Pursuit of Man, by Tozer:
“Without doubt we have suffered the loss of many spiritual treasures because we have let slip the simple truth that the miracle of the perpetuation of life is in God. God did not create life and toss it from Him like some petulant artist disappointed with his work. All life is in Him and out of Him, flowing from Him and returning to Him again, a moving indivisible sea of which He is the Fountainhead. That eternal life which was with the Father is now the possession of believing men, and that life is not God’s gift only, but His very self.”
