In Ordinary Time

~from John Singer Sargent

Not the amazing answer to prayer I was wanting, but one son paid the due bill, and another son offered to buy groceries today. Yeah, I'd prefer the Lord to make something wild and awe-inspiring fall down from Heaven, but He chose to bless us through our children who are always very willing to help.  They received a blessing as well as the rest of us.

His will isn't the same as mine, that's for sure, but I bow down to His response.

Every time we hit a financial rough spot, I find out something new.  I get broken down to a more usable form.  Less cocky (well, a tiny bit..I'm generally pretty full of myself), and that's all for good.  I still struggle with finding my....oh, whatchacallit.....my....what's it called when you have a certain way of being?  (I ask Gary, who laughs) Gettin' my groove on.  Sadly my groove ain't on.

I feel lethargic and even walking up the path from the truck on the street to the house doesn't inspire me.  The flowers are all coming up, but I can't even work up the enthusiasm to pull the weeds and Bermuda grass that's encroaching.  Is my age showing?  I'm in a slump.

But fortunately, tomorrow I have nothing to deal with.  Yep, bills still overdue, but we have dinner and all my cleaning things---I hate it when I have to water down the dish soap or detergent. When I have a broken bar of soap to use and half a roll of toilet paper.  We have a new package of paper napkins (a personal love of mine, even plain old white ones), and new detergent and another bottle of the Snuggle fabric softener (shameless plug) called Orchid and Vanilla...pink bottle on sale and smells delicious.  Got a new bottle of Dawn dish soap too...a creamy turquoise flavor.  I despise using cheap cleaning supplies, even if I'm broke.  My thinking is that you use twice as much of the thin inexpensive brands, and it's just not worth it.  Small indulgences, which go far in improving my outlook on life.  Maybe not so lame.

Will continue to pray over my house, no matter.  Burned some Frankincense and Myrrh for the second day, and also marked our doors with Hyssop.  Marking His territory.

Now will toddle off, finish my cup of vanilla tea (from hippie store) and read my book.  Tomorrow is another day.