Cheri is re-reading the Little House books recently, and I saw “The Long Winter” on the table this morning.
My thought: I hated that book, and I loved it.
It is one of the deepest books of the series, the one with the most impact, memorable, and pedantic.
It comes to mind, especially the sacrificial love that is shown in each of the chapters. Bleeding hands twining straw into logs, just one of the poignant scenes.
It’s been a long winter here in Minnesota. We are all tired out, longing for spring, waiting for the water to subside, the temperatures to warm.
I’ve had water in my basement, and all the work done to repair it from past winters and calamity has been ruined again.
Sad face.
I need to find the core of the problem, a way to keep water from coming in. Floors have been replaced, the roof has been replaced, the gutters have been replaced—but I haven’t figured out the real issue.
I’m no engineer.
I can successfully avoid the issues by keeping super busy at work, but this morning I took the day off to catch up on home stuff. The problems are staring me in the face.
I need to be grateful that I’m not in the flood plain. I crossed the Crow River yesterday on my way home and it is magnificent and ominous. The water around my home is also impressive, as much as it’s been in other years during the spring.
Two events are planned for Corgi Hollows this year: Old-timer Neighborhood Day, and Corgi Hollows History Day.
The Old-Timer day will be in June, and it is for my neighborhood, but if you are a regular reader of Corgi Hollows you are also invited. It’s June 17. I’ll provide the Kosher hotdogs, but everyone can bring a dish to share in typical Minnesota potluck fashion.
My niece and her husband are “Big Sadie,” a folk band, and they have said a tentative “yes” to performing that day.
The Corgi Hollows History day is planned for October 14, Saturday. That will be a Kosher hot dog roast as well, with everyone coming dressed as characters from history. This event has been fun for us in the past. We will keep it simple this year, no shops, just fun activities and music by the fire.
Both events will start at 1:00pm and wrap up around 6:00pm. Come as you can, like an open house. It’s fun to see everyone, though, so expect the main activity to happen around 3:00pm. (Concert, music, etc.)
This is a heads up for planners, of which I must be one.
The forsythia is in full bloom. Cherie brought in a bouquet to grace the counter. I’ve enjoyed yellow tulips from Trader Joe’s in my Ukrainian yellow coffee pot. So cheery and sunshiny. I got some pink carnations there, too, as these lengthy cold and sort of dreary days needed some more color. Flowers are really God’s gifts to our spirits.
Ed and I have been talking about feelings a lot lately.
Does how we feel really matter? Why in the world did God create emotions? Should our feelings impact our decisions?
I’m trying to decide something big lately, and I know my feelings are having an impact. I’m unsure if they should.
When your mind is affected by a disorder, or chemistry, should you take any emotion into the factors of deciding?
Depression is real, sometimes chemical, sometimes spiritual. It has a big impact. Grief is also an emotion that colors and changes everything.
Dealing with seemingly endless grief is a factor.
I put a quote up on my bathroom mirror. You can debate the truth of it, the ramifications of it, but here it is: “I will not be responsible for your bad decisions, nor let them ruin my life.”
Bad decisions always have an effect, but perhaps the impact can be softened by a steadfast attitude in the response to them.
Avoidance is also an option.
As a believer I can trust God to sort things out, I can trust His timing, I can trust His guidance. I am a believer.
He never promised clear sailing, in fact HE PROMISED TROUBLE.
Who am I to argue with the Creator?
Though I don’t feel loved these days, I can know He does.
Perhaps not in the touchy feely huggy ways that people want to believe, but in the eternal consequences way.
That’s knowledge, not emotion.
That is where I stand.
Waiting for Jesus, here. We will see each other in glory, in the millennium, with Him.
MARANATHA!