Happy Saturday to all!
I'm by myself much of the day: Dear Wife felt good enough to accompany the Niece and the Niece-in-law (wife of Nephew) to a "craft show" just on the other side of the state line. The ladies have a table there and will be attempting to sell their wares: primarily fancy headbands, hairbows, and tutu's and the like, all made by them. She'll also be attempting to corral the Great-Nieces, probably, and perhaps the great-nephew. I'd rather herd cats, myself. So they'll be doing their thing until early/mid afternoon. A Great Time To Be Had By All. I guess. They kept to a departure time of 06:00. A short night for both of us. Which meant an 04:30 alarm. And then, well, I was "volunteered" to follow them over and help to unload. Niece, as previously noted, is pregnant and "due" around June 14, but NO ONE thinks she'll hold off that long. She's one of those naturally tiny gals, unlike much of the family whose Austrian and Sicilian genes tend to yield "sturdy" women. She looks like a straw with a basketball glued on. So, Yours Truly has just now returned from a trip across the state line to help unload and set up.
So, some quiet. Well, three cats are quite disturbed at her absence. Quite. They don't handle change of any sort very well.
Gives me some quiet down time just for me. Having essentially been occupied as a full-time caregiver for the last 3-1/2+ years, such has been a rarity.
And for the 5-1/2 years before that, well, it had its moments. When she was working, we often worked opposite shifts and shared one vehicle. So I'd get home around 05:30 or so, throw my clothes in the washer, feed cats, file a report by computer (don't ask), empty out a lunch box, kiss her awake and help her get ready, throw clothes in dryer, kiss her good-bye, load and start the dish washer, and crash at dawn. Back up around 3:30 p.m., retrieve clothes and put them to "de-wrinkle mode" in dryer, put some muffins in oven, shower, retrieve muffins, retrieve clothes and get dressed, pack a lunch and fill the thermos and thermal mug with coffee, pack up other stuff. Kiss her hello and get car keys, drive to work. Sometimes a commute of 30 minutes, sometimes 55-60 minutes. Put in a 12-hour day, or more. Repeat. Often six days a week. Most of that time I was also a deacon and THE adult Bible study leader in a small church nearby, so I'd sometimes come home, do much of what is noticed above, then get into church clothes, and be there until noon. Come home, DIE.
Some life, huh? For HALF my "normal" income, and no O.T. paid, at all. Right as her health situation worsened rapidly.
Now you know why we took retirement and left.
But it means that the last 3-1/2 years have, blessedly, given us more time together than we'd had in that time. We're grateful for that, and it also allows her to catch up on these family-related activities like today. Most of my family is either dead or far-off and I rarely see any of them.
So at least I catch up on some of my reading.
And some stuff around the house.
We (she) have made commitment that we will take a trip Sunday afternoon (her health permitting of course) to attend one of those fund-raising spaghetti dinners that this area is known for. One of her high school classmates is in throes of SEVERE heart issues, as in may need transplant and will probably never work again, and they're trying to raise money for the family.. Whether for medical care or incipient funeral expenses I do not know. Things are tough in this region, and I know of several such cases.
Fun fun fun life we lead.
But I had something to eat this morning, a bed under a roof last night, clean clothes to wear, and no one or more than one (to the best of my knowledge and belief), looking for me with a weapon in hand and bad intentions towards me. Having been in situations where NONE of those thing applied, I am deeply thankful.
So I know that God is good, always, even when the circumstances aren't. Read the story of David some time, and the psalms he brought as well.
The song of the day is along the lines of where my head is these days, and was in my mind as I drove through the rainy streets past all the abandoned buildings in that little town where the craft show is.
"In The Presence of Jehovah". Isn't that where we yearn to be? Forever? Everything else that we do or to seek seems to be little more than a cheap and tawdry substitute. We want, we earnestly desire, the Real Thing. Him. "As a deer panteth for the water, so my soul longeth after THEE". Nothing else can satisfy.
The Old Testament passage for the day is chapters 21 and 22 of 2nd Samuel. We will, Lord willing, finish this year's trek through 2nd Samuel tomorrow. Lord willing
This passage gets into some issues. There is a famine in the whole land. Punishment. But, note: the punishment is for deeds done by Saul, the king, and his house. Yet the whole nation suffers. Now, no doubt some of those who suffered were those who had personally carried out Saul's bad commands. That might or might not have included some of those sons of Saul that David executed. But others in the nation had not. Perhaps some had not yet been born, or who'd been utterly uninvolved. Yet they also suffered. Like it or not, there are effects of sin that extend far beyond those directly involved. I sometimes call it the "splash effect". It's real, and it didn't vanish with David and Saul, it's very much with us today.
II Samuel 22
The New Testament portion before us is verses 1-30, chapter 22 of the Gospel of Luke.
The Last Supper. Need I say more?