It’s been some time since I’ve written regularly for this blog. I confess it’s easy to get out of the habit. And I do my best writing very early in the morning, 2 or 3 o’clock and haven’t been making myself get up.
Life is very exciting for us now. My darlin’ girl has had a couple close calls and is not as strong as she was, because her dialysis Rx is not right. Consequently, we’re contemplating a move to a retirement community within six months or less.
We had a realtor friend look over the house two years ago, and recommend changes to make it salable: new roof, new heating/AC. So the big ticket items are taken care of, and it’s the small details now.
I’ve been downsizing my library. It’s amazing, the joy I feel, knowing my commentary sets are now in Ghana and Zambia. I need to cut further, though. A retirement apartment won’t hold all the books I have.
Funny, isn’t it, how your perspective changes from accumulating to giving away. But that’s my spirit now—it’s not a negative one.
We’re looking forward to not having a yard to keep up, to having help with routine chores, freeing my darlin’ to do the work she’s called to do.
But despite clear evidence of God’s Providence, it’s a scary thing to contemplate. I pray that we’ll do more than talk about it.
Our friends in Africa are also making a transition for different reasons, but in some ways similar. As you read the blog, do send up a prayer for us all.
Isaiah 46 compares gods that are burdens to bear, and the One who bears us:
Listen to me…All…who have been carried since birth,
Supported since leaving the womb,
Till you grow old, I will still be the same,
When you turn gray, it is I who will carry,
I was the Maker, and I will be the Bearer,
And I will carry and rescue you. Isaiah 46.3-4 TANAKH
I’m glad to hear from you, and will keep you in my prayers.
Hello, Songbird!