She was obsessing over the behavior of a relative. A friend suggested putting on the full armor of God. While praying on the armor, she understood that the spiritual issue was “wind and waves” distracting her from keeping her eyes on Jesus. Peace regained.
It was a very hot afternoon when she decided to paint the trim in the garage. She opened the garage door for ventilation. Seeing a snake was under the door, she tried to get it to leave, but in it came. Then came a bird. They needed shade so painting would have to wait.
She was attractive, fit, and charming. Different from the older divorced women friends who supported themselves and cared for their homes without help for decades. Sadly, she was also sick with the dreaded malady of the times and reported to be sad.
While walking out to water my garden, I was wondering how I might encourage the new fox family to move elsewhere. I looked up and there was daddy fox watching me. He was wondering how he could discourage this human from coming into his children’s playground. Hmmm.
She talked to herself, babbling like a brook going over the rocks down a mountain stream. It was not that she was crazy, the evidence pointed to sanity. Just too much joy to be held inside.
At dusk the baby foxes were playing exuberantly in my garden. The father fox stood off several yards away and watched for potential trouble. The mother fox was sitting close to her two offspring, supervising the action. Nice Mother’s Day Weekend scene.
He preaches every week with all of his heart and strength. He has grown so thin that she prays that he will not dry up and blow away. Lately his face glows in the pulpit.
Sitting outside with a cup of coffee and cinnamon roll, reflecting on Jesus rising from the dead. I have found that people I know that grew up in Christian families take so much for granted. They don’t realize the HUGE difference it makes when Jesus lives inside one.
So she went to help with the knee surgery taking her dogs with her. Got a house sitter for the horse, goats, and chickens. Reports came in that the chickens were disappearing. Got home to zero chickens. The horse and goats were fine. Turns out it was new neighbors, Mr and Mrs 🦊
So at 90 she finds a young ortho sports medicine doctor to do her knee surgery. It goes well but recovery is hard. After 3 months she is driving and learning how to live fully independently again. Got her hair done and met her tax preparer at a coffee shop. Courage and grit!
She was 90 and needed a knee replacement due to constant pain that cortisone shots didn’t ease. Most of the doctors told her they would not operate. She was too old.
She is a senior now. The children have moved away. On her birthday she opened a nice gift from her sister and the sisters enjoyed a good chat. One daughter is coming up on the weekend. Family can be more precious and more appreciated as we get older.
Why are doctors and other super-high income people buying up houses and turning them into B&Bs while ordinary working Americans can’t afford homes? Narrow the short-term rental tax loophole. Keep this government tax rule from inflating home prices.
She had been trusting of government for years. She enjoyed those action movies where the government went after lone citizens who did not conform, but was not a conspiracy believer. Now she is disgusted by the corruption and bracing herself for more revelations.