more than a little bit late today. Regrets and all.
A bit quiet over here today. I was blessed to be able to attend church worship services this morning, which is a very important part of my week. And the texts and messages brought were very much what I needed to hear, which is at least as significant. So that was important.
Wife slept pretty well during the night. I didn't: I woke several times during the night, once around 02:30 and it took more than an hour to get back to sleep. Wife woke around 06:00 and wanted to get up, so I helped her to do so, and then went back for another -- very badly needed -- hour. After I fed the cats, of course: the three of them were busy "singing the songs of their people" until I did. Then I left her on the recliner with a throw over her and a cup of coffee nearby. And I died.
Much of my sleep problems might well have been affected by one of our neighbors. We have a set across the street and down a couple houses, who are Moslems. Hijab on the women, all of that. And we've been in their un-holy month of Ramadan. That feast to a demon ended last night, and so they -- and quite a collection of their fellows -- were having a gathering. Having pretty large and very noisy fireworks going off within a hundred yards while you are trying to get to sleep, is not an ideal combination. Trust me on that. And inasmuch as being a member of that unholy cult makes one, apparently, a "protected class" in this country, no thanks to Obama, complaints to the authorities are likely only to result in one being accused of "xenophobia", or "hate speech" or some similar type of lie-beral nonsense. So we keep our heads down and pray that the Lord will change their hearts. I believe in miracles: it could happen.
And I had a bed to lie in and a roof over my head. The body could rest even if the mind could not.
Wife intends to call dentist office in the morning. It appears that there has arisen what looks like a boil on the front face of her gum in the area of that abscess and the bad tooth. If that sounds painful, it is. Very much so. She's been dealing with this for nearly two weeks now, which is fully as much "fun" as it sounds like. She's been on those antibiotics, four times a day, for nearly a week now. They've helped, certainly, but the Bad Stuff still needs to come out. She was desperate enough yesterday to have taken a sewing needle and lanced the boil herself. Her one-time work as an EMT has had some residual benefits I guess, but just having to describe the situation makes me feel like the worst failure as a husband and provider that is possible. Which may well be an accurate assessment.
The Old Testament passage is chapters 4, 5, and 6.
As the saying goes, "sometimes help ain't help". Job was having a pretty rough time of it, for no good apparent reason. That was bad enough. Then his "friends" came by. Some "help"!
Our reading today in the New Testament continues with Stephen's declarations to the very hostile audience of the religious leaders who have dragged him before them with accusations of all manner of evil, which generally translates into "follower of Jesus". He wasn't lobbing softballs at them, he was declaring not only their own sins, but those of their ancestors as well. Right from Scripture.