What a week. Phil didn't get the job in Atlanta afterall. Lots of corn to sell. Could 'the harvest' mean a literal harvest as well as a spiritual one? Prayers for "Ash-den." Milt Howe's death. Robert Miller's accident. Phil's parents to Paraguay. Lots of secret phone calls with "Nelle." Lisa's father died. Mother still has no answers for her 3 month long fever. Thrift shopping with Susan. She found baby clothes for new little baby at church.
Time with Di~ in Appomattox, walking streets, finding ourselves in a conversation with a woman at Baines who wanted to build temples for God all her life. Froze many packs of corn this Monday with whole family helping. There is too much going on to verbalize it now. Perspective is for those who are on the outside looking in. I am in the thick of it and have yet to climb a hill to get some vision. Life is such a mixture of pain and sorrow, joy and suffering. I burrow inside God and hide in Him. He is my seatbelt on this rollercoaster ride of life.
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