I spent a few minutes reading some of “Imagine Heaven” by Burke this morning.

What a great book.

IN the past week we had a memorial service, a burial, family time, and joy.

Why joy?

Because we imagine heaven.

This world is so marked with suffering and pain, but I was reminded this morning that eternal suffering is a choice people make, a choice to stay separate from our Creator.

Once we are with Jesus all of this mess is forgotten. We’ll know things, but we will be undergirded with the grace of God.

That existence is perfect, in every respect.

But we’re still here. We still can encourage people to make good choices. We can love.

We can grit our teeth and forge through the difficult days, even smiling.

We can imagine heaven.

But we’re still here.

MARANATHA!

Seven years ago, when Brian and I moved out to the family farm, we thought ahead to the days when we’d be taking care of my mom and dad, who lived next door to the house we bought.

At that time my dad was in his late eighties, healthy, sharp, and strong.

Life ends, though.

Death is really a curse, but it is unavoidable (except for the Rapture, Enoch, and Elijah), and we must all reckon with the possibility.

A few months back I asked my dad: “Would you rather be raptured, or just go to be with Jesus?”

“It makes no difference to me!” he cheerfully replied.

Dad was a faithful man. He died on Tuesday.

On Monday he ate well, enjoyed a beautiful CD of spiritual music, listened to Irwin Lutzer, and moved around with his walker.

He brushed his teeth, walked over to his bed and had another stroke. This was the end. He passed away the next morning.

I say this to let you know how quickly and how mercifully the Lord took my dad to be with Him, how thankful I am for my dear dad, his long life, his wonderful kindness and generosity.

God blessed him.

Dad was born in Princeton, Minnesota just before the great depression. Times were really hard. His oldest sister was 20, and about to get married when he was born. He was the youngest of six children.

An older brother served in WWII, but dad had health issues, so he went to college instead. He became a teacher. He taught speech and history at the University of Minnesota Agricultural School up north in Crookston. He did that for ten years, married my mom (an RN) and had three kids.

He never really liked teaching, so he left it to come back to the family concrete business. He started building silos all across the state at dairy farms. You know those towers next to barns with checkered board design around the top? Those were their silos. The family business, which he ran with another of his older brothers, went well for two decades.

Good things come to an end sooner or later, and the farm crisis in the 80’s shut that business down.

Dad was such a good business man that he navigated that change as best he could. It wasn’t easy. Things were hard. I was attending Wheaton College, which was expensive, and he asked me to consider the University of Minnesota, which was cheap. I transferred. Times were hard. Life decisions.

Dad loved good preaching. He lived his faith. He was generous, helpful, a good counselor, and a great friend. He had a few lifetime friendships with people, and many, many people became friends with him along the way.

He was sweet and calm, content and trusting, quiet and very smart.

Sometimes we are known by our children. He was Jud’s dad, Bart’s dad, my dad. Each of us has him to thank for his steady presence in our lives.

When Jud was killed in a terrible accident with his wife, Mary, my dad grieved quietly. His faith dictated his measured and appropriate response. Terrible things were accepted with God’s grace. When his son in law died while hiking on the Appalachian Trail he was a tremendous source of comfort to the widow left behind, me.

He reminded me that time would keep marching on. That life goes on.

And that is what I think as I experienced his passing this week. I imagined that he would feel like he was in heaven for about 10 minutes before the rest of us all show up with the rapture….it would seem like that to him as he takes in the glory and the love of those who met him there.

Time is a creation of God, and I’d like to think that it flows differently in different dimensions. Dad is up there waiting, rejoicing, whole, well, complete, and praising God. It will seem like a brief moment.

This is our hope.

This is Christ’s power in us.

God is good.

We do not grieve without hope.

I asked several thousand people to pray for me a few days ago and I want to report that God answered prayer in a way that gave me joy.

Prayer is such an interesting thing. It isn’t magical. It isn’t a guarantee.

⁵ Now the one who has fashioned us for this very purpose is God, who has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.

2 Corinthians 5:5

Deposit and guarantee. I read this verse this morning in Daily Light. If you see this book at a thrift store snatch it up. I grew up with this little devotional, and it is a blessing. I’m often convicted that I use it perhaps like someone uses astrology, but it is pure Scripture, and it always seems appropriate for the day, a message for my heart to feast on.

But guarantees…I like this word. It means really. It’s going to happen. Promises kept. Hope.

IF you have the Spirit, you have a guarantee.

So, I’m back to my thankfulness, also the prayer that was offered up for me.

IF you think I’m petty about my prayer requests I’d understand. I pray about everything: parking spaces, merging in traffic, money stuff, words that I say, behaviors in the classroom, interactions with my children, losing weight, sleepiness, …

I pray about big things too: people’s salvation (my “snatch list”), Israel, the Rapture, China, politics…

Prayer is an invitation to get in on what God is doing. My prayers don’t change God, but they change me, making me hyper aware of the outcome.

I do ask for stuff.

I asked for a blessed weekend, safety, and sweet spirit, and I asked 4,000 people to pray for that with me last Friday.

My niece was married in Chicago on Saturday, and I was asked to participate in the wedding festivities, singing. It was my first long drive without Brian, solo, and I was tired from my life’s responsibilities. Driving while tired isn’t good.

I report that it went GREAT. Everything went GREAT.

The drive was beautiful. Perfect driving conditions. I stopped for coffee and I was never drowsy. The truck functioned perfectly. I’d taken it to be checked over at the dealer the day before.

The wedding was beautiful. The event was a three day affair, and I sang an old song that my niece wanted me to sing. That went fine.

My niece is a musician, a singer, and half of the guests were her musical entourage, those integral to her productions. The Lord helped quell my nerves in such an august crowd.

Half of the guests were Swedish, from Sweden, since my niece’s groom is Swedish. It was fun to meet them. I think they are all marine biologists. Seriously. Or at least several of them have something to do with the oceans and biology and education and whatever saves the earth.

There were sculptors and artists, designers and architects, fashion icons and beautiful people.

And I was there, too.

It was a beautiful thing, and I was happy to see God answering my prayer in a way that gave me joy, not sorrow.

There is still much to be prayed for. People need the Lord. No matter how beautiful you are, how famous, how rich—-YOU NEED JESUS.

I bless my niece, who has a sweet heart, who has seen dark times and dabbled with painful things. I’m praying for her marriage. I’m praying for dear ones to be saved.

Let’s see how God answers this prayer.

Today I’ll be back at the pool, the gym, and back to fasting. The weekend of fest is past. Anticipation has become reflection.

I reflect that God is good.

This is the month of thanks, and God is good.

Come, Lord Jesus!

Maranatha.

When your life hits the fan (so to speak) it becomes a real challenge to look for the silver linings in the clouds of despair.

That said, I want to focus on positive things. As you know, I pride myself in being a pessimist. Life is always marginally better than what I expect.

So what can I be encouraged about?

On the macro level I see disenchantment with the world systems. People are really questioning things after the pandemic. Many will succumb to the blood disorders that have resulted from the vax and the disease itself, but overall people are waking up to Big Pharma, the Puppet Masters, the Oligarchy and the New World Order.

Even if a few are seeing things, the scales are falling off, it is an improvement. This is good. Depopulation has always been the goal of the Luciferians. They hate life. They are selfish, prideful, hateful folks, and they serve their like-minded master. From abortion to war, Lucifer has master-minded and manipulated his cache of puppets. He plays both sides, too, double-minded, and people, who like the world in black and white, get completely taken in by the poles, never dreaming that they are virtually on the same side.

Stepping back from all of the prophetic events taking place all over the world I simply see little hope in things here below. My focus isn’t on this earth, it is on eternity.

Jesus IS coming back. Isaac Newton (the science guy) predicted Christ’s return around 2050. Can we hold out another 30 some years?

It gets rough waiting, but since I’ve been waiting close to 60 years already another 30 or so should be doable.

Life is hard. No lie.

This is the month of being thankful, though, so I will be thankful. (Sometimes your will must force your emotion to comply).

I have two sweet pups who are adoring companions. My three cats are on duty protecting the house from small intruders. When Topi (the black one) deigns to snuggle with me my heart is full.

The colors of the land outside are a privilege for me to see every single day. I am blessed to live in this beautiful spot in the country. America is beautiful, God’s earth is beautiful. I get to feast my eyes and senses on His creation and His provision. America has been good to me.

Tomorrow is election day. I’ll vote against the oligarchy, against socialism, against any known link to the New World Order/Globalism. I have the liberty to vote that way. Will the vote be counted? After the last election I am hugely skeptical, but God’s in charge anyway. Kudos to the ballot box watchers and those willing to blow the whistle on the unscrupulous globalists who seek to destroy our nation.

I was an election judge a few years back. It seemed above-board at the time. Things change, though.

Fake people, computer entities, scams, are everywhere. What can one do? I pray. I witness. I hope for the best, and to reach hearts that are buried in the deceptions. I want people to wake up to the real agenda that the devil has been trying to implement since he fell from God’s side millennia ago.

Beast system is about to commence.

Acknowledging that we can quietly walk our own path which leads to eternal truth, we can persist.

We should certainly expect harsh criticism, pain, suffering, persecution, and perhaps death. When you take a stand against both earthly and spiritual power you welcome those things. Even your friends and family will think you’re nuts.

I remember writing something edgy on my blog a few years ago and someone I knew begged me to take it down.

I didn’t. Sometimes you simply have to stand up for what you believe in.

This is the information age, but unless you have a Biblical-oriented compass or plumb-line you will certainly be adrift in this age of disinformation.

Truth is God’s truth.

Back to blessings and thankfulness: I am thankful!

I am thankful for Chris Pinto and all of his research. Get his materials and spend a week taking it all in.

His stuff has been out for 10 years and it is only more relevant today than it was then.

Get “Game of Gods” by Carl Teichrib. It will open your eyes.

Too many preachers today have worn their voices out screaming about these NWO events for the past 20 years. Eyes can only be opened spiritually. Quietly disclose information and the Holy Spirit will reveal the truth to those who are willing to see.

I haven’t written about the deep things for quite some time. Lack of sleep and other difficult matters have sucked the passion out of me. It’s election day tomorrow, though, and we Americans must rally ourselves from lethargy and attempt to do the right thing, the hard thing.

I really don’t like doing life without a partner, spouse, husband. One is so vulnerable alone. The Bible says that a cord of three strands isn’t easily broken. That was the theme of our wedding—husband, wife, and Christ.

Standing with Christ is enough, but the truth remains. IF you have three strands you have a pretty strong alliance. Cherish your marriage. Cherish your spouse.

Life is infinitely worse without that person, no matter how irritating they can be 🙂

Humans are so amazing, complex, interesting.

I have lived long. I have seen much. I have been through deep waters of poverty, wealth, children, grandchildren, loss, disease, pain, and suffering. Each of these things I’ve uniquely experienced, and I know my Redeemer lives.

I am seeking blessings right now. I think I’ll pray the prayer of Jabez this week. God may answer “yes.”

No is also an answer.

That was my Monday morning ramble, an attempt to rally the troops for the election, count my blessings, and hope for the week.

I’m off to get some grass-fed beef from cattle raised by my cousins up north.

Blessings.

Maranatha!

Post Script: Today I am planning to touch base with my graduate school. I took the semester off, and my last two semesters were really a “wash.” I want to finish my degree, but the snags of life sabotaged my studies. I need to chat with my admin.

I am going to a wedding this week, and I’m singing at it. Pray for me to sing beautifully so the bride and groom are blessed.

I will be subbing, doing CrossFit, swimming, and learning Chinese all week, too. That is the plan. I can now lift my dad in his bed, so my muscle strength has been completely improved. I can lift 75 pounds pretty easily now. My sweet manager at the hotel told me I could have time off, work whenever I want, and generally just be happy. #blessed

These are my puzzles, as I care for my dad at night. I am thankful for the weekend professional caregiver that comes to relieve me. So thankful. I’m thankful for my brother who has committed to traveling from NY City regularly to help us. I am thankful.

I could tell that my Chinese hit a new level this week. When you learn a language that is always exciting. Tai Hao Le! (Pinying)

Pray for me to be a witness to several contacts I have on Google Chat. They are real people, but there seems to be a lot of deception, too. I’m there to be light. Pray for eyes to be opened to truth of Scripture, truth of God’s way.

This is a hard season. All the leaves falling, the darkness encroaching, the anniversaries of those lost to me.

I am weary, too. I am surprised at the way my “job” at nights watching my dad has affected my overall health. How do people deal with night shifts? I struggle with getting enough sleep these days, consequently I see decline faster in my heath and ability to think. As a young mom with nights disturbed by nursing babies I was able to recover by napping every day. I could deal with the children, housework, home-schooling, and all of life’s obligations with relative success.

Now that i’m almost 60 I see a major shift in stamina. Despite my efforts to become stronger (and physically I am much stronger with my time at the gym and the pool!) I see mental weariness being the main factor.

I am weary.

Sleep is lovely. Undisturbed sleep is a gift. I wonder if we will have the ability to sleep in heaven. I cannot recall Biblical authority on this.

But I am still praying. If I can do nothing else, I can pray. As I learn more and more about my new job and interests I realize I am only able to pray. Prayer isn’t an “only,” though. It has power.

Ed and I were chatting early the other morning before he left for school. We talked about the effectiveness of prayer and its role in the Kingdom of Heaven.

When we go through dark passages we are better able to understand the difficulty of faith. Faith that hasn’t been challenged is weak. Prayer may be the only thing that lights a path through that forest of spiritual attack.

Prayer. It works.

I don’t understand it, but it is effective.

Come, Jesus!

It’s a beautiful October morning, and I just completed my stretch of night-stays with my dad. I never know how I’ll be the day the professional caregivers take over to give me a break. I actually slept (from exhaustion) a couple of nights this week, and still heard my dad’s stirring, got up and helped him, then went right back to sleep. Today I’m alert. Some days I can be a borderline Zombie.

Alas, as one who is approaching old age myself, that pattern of immediate sleep after being awake doesn’t always surface. Last night I was wide awake for quite awhile after helping Dad.

So, sometimes I listen to Chinese, sometimes I think. I’ve found that in these past couple of years thinking in the middle of the night can lead to some anxiety, and that is anathema for me. I prefer to listen to Chinese.

Of course I pray. I repeat Scripture to myself when desperation sets in. God always answers. I figure if I cannot sleep there must be a purpose to that. It makes for exhausting days. Sometimes I feel barely alive.

When hard things happen we all react in various ways. For myself I decided to retreat, fortress, and retread. I felt the urgent need for a simpler, quieter life to manage my unavoidable destiny.

I am a widow now. I’m taking care of my parents. I’m processing difficult relationship alterations. I’m learning to take care of business and survive.

I think about death quite a bit, and that has opened a thought about my own existence and the days numbered for me. God numbers our days. Each and every one of us has days numbered by Him. That is an incredible comfort—a calm fog on a crisp morning.

As I withdrew from most of my past activity I didn’t really think about it being a death of my own in a way. It was, though. I chose to put to death many things in my life, just so I could manage the things necessary for me to go on with life.

One of the things I killed was my intense interest in current events. Having always been a political news junkie, mostly in light of Biblical prophecy, I became the opposite: I have no interest in the events of the world.

I became a cynic of Mainstream Media years ago. Now I “let” the Illuminati and the top of the pyramid dictate to the masses without raising an eyebrow of concern. The Beast system has always been there. Globalization is just another manifestation for this inevitable development.

The spiritual world is alive and well, and I am aware of it. The supernatural has always been natural for me. Example: I work at a hotel and I meet people from all over the world. I find it fascinating when people connect with me on a deeper level, not just perfunctory checking-in. I’ve been told all sorts of crazy things (you’d agree if I elaborated here) but there are definitely spiritual people, dark and light, that I encounter, and that experience is interesting. There is a dark force in this world, and it is pretty powerful.

As a believer I am fully confident in the promise: Greater is He that is in you, than he that is in the world. I’m thankful that I understand the source of that dark force and how it masks itself in a sweetness at times.

We are entering the dark season of the northern hemisphere, the dark season of Halloween, the dark season of blatant demonic activity. Some call it fantasy. I see and feel it for what it is.

The saddest thing is that as I study a new subject for me (East Asia) I am taken aback at the spiritual darkness, the oblivion to the demonic, the deception of the evil one. I see so many people claiming something righteous and living in absolute bondage to evil. That is hard.

Many cry Lord, Lord! God says that He “never knew them.” People can be forgiven for ignorance and lack of knowledge, but to purposefully bow to a false system, one that contradicts God’s Word, is living suicide.

The wood of the holly tree was used in witchcraft. Holly wood looks harmless but it has bewitching connotations.

I think about that as a huge metaphor for our existence. We are easily drawn in by deception. Satan is a liar and a cheater too! God says he is the father of lies.

Do you think any of us are above his ability to deceive?

Only those grounded in Truth will understand the lie. Those who live in deception have committed living suicide.

Lucifer is an angel of light. He is the devil, cast down from heaven, angry Satan in rebellion against the Most High. Let us be aware of his presence, his ability, and his schemes.

Being lulled in to that spiritual death of his domain is something we ALL must avoid. Remember that we are born into that spiritual death, and must place our faith in Christ to be reborn.

I may have “died” recently to my past life of being a family with Brian, but I am fully alive in a spiritual sense, fully aware of the battle that plays unseen by the eye. I chose to “die” to some things simply to begin again on a different level, accommodate new circumstances, survive. I’m living, but part of who I am died. It will never be the same again.

Prayer is a mighty weapon, and I encourage you to wield it unsparingly. It is the main thing I use in my new life. I’ve seen its effectiveness! Many, many battles are still being fought, though, and I do not claim victory in any sense. I can only trust that God is at work. This I know.

Arm yourself against the darkness with Truth from God’s Word. Be ready to be SNATCHED for the Bridal Feast at any time! Don’t miss the Glorious Appearing of our Savior and Lord, Jesus Christ. Be ready. Lamps must be lit!

Come, Lord Jesus!

Maranatha!

Love is often a choice. It isn’t always a feeling springing up from the bottom of the soul. Love can be a will to serve, care for, or stand by.

It may not come naturally.

I’ve been in the midst of a life-purge, reset, new beginning. I think I’ve accomplished the Big Change pretty well. I did it mostly by default, not on purpose, but a few choices needed to be made, and I opted to Pare Down. Change happened. I succeeded.

Do I feel a surge of joy at my success? Not exactly.

Loneliness, longing, and a desire to be useful for God’s kingdom still haunt me.

I feel small. I feel alone.

I know the Lord is with me, but He seems distant these days. I hash things out with Him daily. Who else can I go to?

Losing a spouse may not be the absolute worst thing in the human experience, but it is devastating, and I am not handling it well. I still have these thoughts about denying his death—This couldn’t have really happened, right?

Perhaps it is a struggle with accepting reality, failure, loss. I’ve failed at so many things in my weakness and grief.

I’ve been busy with the fall house cleaning. I wish I could come up with a system that stays organized and clean, but I continue to try and fail at this. “Sink Reflections” by M.C. revolutionized my life, but there are still so many things to organize, purge, and handle.

I wish I could get good at this. My husband was the one who did a lot of this, so even though I am almost 60 years old I am still learning new skills.

Getting a degree in Administration can be helpful to those who are administratively handicapped. Laugh out loud.

God chose to let me learn some needed skills.

Several years ago I was discouraged about the recidivism in the county jail. I had a friend who ministered in a jail, too, and he was also concerned. We saw people in jail who didn’t know how to live.

What if we helped them learn life skills? What if we took them on a hike and taught basic character principles, survival techniques, life skills, and spiritual guidance? Sounds wonderful, right?

An experienced boy scout leader (my husband), military men (my husband and my friend), pastoral guide (my friend), teacher (myself), hikers (all of us), campers (all three of us) had an idea to form a non-profit organization to help people stay out of jail and live life with a measure of success, physically and spiritually.

I started the process of learning the nuts and bolts of running an NPO. I applied for the Master’s program at St. Cloud State University in Public Administration so I could effectively manage a non-profit organization.

We were all on board.

Then everything hit the fan.

I’m only a few credits from finishing this Master’s degree, but my whole life evaporated in front of my eyes. I’ve been groping for purpose and reason ever since. My studies are suspended for now.

You know me, Miss Missionary Minded. We all need purpose in life. Man searches for meaning, right, Victor Frankl?

As a believer in Christ I have felt my purpose was for His Kingdom, and that can look pretty diverse.

It might mean taking care of an elderly parent as he dies. It could be raising a child to value righteousness. It may be showing up at a job to wash laundry or dishes. It might be showing good character to a fellow worker or anyone on the street.

Simple or profound, small or great. Christ’s Kingdom encompasses all of this.

As I go through old files I see documents or letters that ask for teachers all over the world. I am interested in languages: German, Turkish, Spanish, Chinese, Hebrew, Greek, Latin, —I’ve studied all of these languages some, enough to see linguistic patterns and appreciate the various cultures which they represent. I can speak a bit of each, read a bit more, understand enough.

As an English speaker in a foreign country I could appreciate language acquisition more than the average teacher.

My heart pulls me in the direction of mission. I have a delightful prospect with a Chinese/American NGO, but my current activity of caring for the people closest to me has trumped my studies and my progress.

Love is a choice. I choose to be in this season of limitations.

I trust that God will honor that choice, and direct my path.

He does that. He knows my need. He understands my rambling thoughts on life and purpose. He sees my massive life-change.

He sees my pain and my loneliness. He knows me.

He knows I’m trying.

He understands my failure.

He chooses to love me.

God is Love. 1 John 4:8

Maranatha!

The imagery is not mine. I read it somewhere once in a poem or prose: autumn’s color is like the finery worn for festive occasions.

Nature celebrates, at least here in the Midwest where the intense color of leaves turning is impressive. Amour Maples, Sugar Maples, Red Oaks, sumac, and all the yellows of Basswoods and Birch.

Chartreuse fields of grass contrast the russets. Above are the intense blue skies of fall. Sky-tinted waters, Minnesota lakes, can reflect the beauty, mirrors of this event.

The day after the ball will be grey and beige, but right now the celebration is full throttle.

I walk back and forth to and from Mom and Dad’s often these golden days. My eyes feast on the beauty of this countryside. I know that I am blessed. The artist in me appreciates this environment.

The contrasts are important. When I fail to notice a beautiful view my outlook becomes mundane. We need this beauty.

I’m currently reading a book called the “Short History of Chinese Art.” It starts with the Chinese legend of the birth of man. Chinese culture/legend taught that man evolved from the fleas on a giant that was earth and sky.

The insignificance of man compared to the landscape that surrounded him became a central philosophy of East Asian art.

Now we know that on the scale of string theory to universal dimensions man is actually the perfect mean. The Golden mean?

God put mankind central to His creation. We are significant. We are made in His image, and scale is just one indicator of this importance.

Yes, nature is powerful, beautiful, and awesome. It is under the authority and control of our Creator to provide us a place.

Choose to see God for who He is.

The God who made us defines Himself, and He loves us.

He is coming soon. Even so, Lord Jesus, quickly come.

Maranatha.

The next level of elder care has all of us adjusting to change again. Having decided to do home care for as long as possible is a decision we made long ago, but the implementation is quite the wake-up call.

My 95-year-old dad, a really brilliant man, and in excellent health for so long, declines.

This is hard.

What can I write about? Hard things.

To start out, I can state that I am weary. Lack of sleep takes it’s toll. As someone turning 60 in a few months I can say I feel it. Late middle age is definitely here, even waning. Old age looms.

It makes me think of the millennium daily, that place where we’re all about 30 and in perfect health, prime-time existence, loving Jesus, privileged and blessed.

This life is so short, so transient. These long weary days will be nothing but like grass blowing in the wind.

Sometimes I wonder how long I will be around on this earth. Will I live to be 95 like my dad? Longevity is a real factor in my family. We’ve all been rapture watchers and God has granted us long life. Still, 35 years is significant.

This is why I am re-treading.

Even as I care for my dad I am learning Chinese, mentally accepting sea-change in my own life. I hate doing life by myself. My kids have their own lives, and I rejoice that they are all productive, smart, and generally happy.

Cherie announced that she is ready to finish her Bachelor’s degree. There was much rejoicing—in my heart.

As a home-schooling mom I always had the standard that my kids would graduate with a four-year degree. Cherie has her Associate of Arts, so she’s no slouch, but she wanted to prudently choose a major, and that takes time.

She is a Tolkien expert, an online pro, who can answer anything about his works. She can write and read Elvish. She has learned enough Korean to understand passing conversation. Her artistic skills are impressive, her drawings have only improved over time. She loves to draw and write. Hmmm. Where did that come from? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

She wants to major in history for now, my second child to do that.

She is hardworking, bright, and beautiful. I couldn’t do life without her easily right now. I’m blessed by her. With all the sorrow and mess that I’ve experienced over the past three years I am grateful beyond words for her steady presence and personality. She is a treasure and a joy.

As Captain Wentworth described Anne in “Persuasion,” —“There is no one so capable as—–” —Cherie.

Brian used to quote that. Smiles.

I still hear his voice, and that makes me smile.

The days are beautiful. My brother and sister-in-law were here to give relief for a week. We all celebrated my niece’s birthday yesterday eating outside at place on Nicollet and 50th in Minneapolis. What a nice moment of early autumn to recall. I dropped them off at the airport afterwards.

Forging ahead for the next few weeks with my dad.

My mom had tested positive for Covid-19 a few weeks ago. Her recovery has been steady. She’s back to being part of the care-giving equation.

People survived the Bubonic plague, and they are surviving Covid-19 pandemic. We are surviving. Our days are numbered by God, and that means tomorrow could be the day we see Jesus.

Always keep that in mind. As life grows long, or is shortened in a unexpected manner we can know that God ordained it.

In acceptance lies peace.

Another Feast of Trumpets has passed. No Rapture. Perhaps today?

Maranatha!

Always watch. There is a special crown for keeping watch.

I Thessalonians 4:17