Never Expect Things to Happen.

 Never Expect Things to Happen.

 

Today the new little couch, table, and stool were supposed to be here. Expected them early today, but it is now after three and nothing has shown up. Hmm. Have a feeling it will take some doing to put the pieces together, but not sure. Just would like for them to show up sometime today. Such is life and expectations.

 

5:45 and no delivery. Sigh

 

Read some news about the Hawaii thing. Over 1000 still missing. Very distressful and horrifying that they can’t find these people. If it truly was the fault of the electric company for not turning off the power during extreme winds from the hurricane, you can bet that they won’t be in business much longer. Wonder how hard it would be to put electric lines below ground. Maybe someday soon power will be sent through the air instead of across lines.

 

Walked out back to give the chickens fresh water. Had heard the wild birds earlier doing their thing, so knew the water would be filthy. The gauge out on the deck said 120 degrees. It physically hurt to be in that kind of light. My head got hot. Guess a hat would be the next step for going outside during the day. Seems like mornings are the only time it is fit to be out of the house.

 

Got my laundry done last night since sleep didn’t happen until sometime after three. Not sure what that was all about, but sometimes it just happens that way. Even Lance says he has problems sleeping. But something makes me suspect sleep apnea with him.

 

Tomorrow is Friday—trash day. Too bad that having the trash bin dumped will be the highlight of that day! But that is about par for my life lately. Routines that make it possible to think that somehow life is controlled by what we want to do or have done. At least if we wake up in the morning, we can thank God for another day. Looking at pictures posted by Diann Dennis of the streams on her family’s land and imagining just how cold that water would be makes me wish we had that sort of thing in this part of the world. Now moving to Arkansas will never happen, but all that clean, clear water is just wonderful. We just have to pray for rain right now to make life possible here in Texas.

 

Let us pray for those who mourn—Jackie who has lost her husband, the many in Hawaii whose families have disappeared, the many in the Ukraine who have lost their menfolk as soldiers, the many refugees who die trying to find a better place to live. We must not lose hope, but our hope has to be in God. No other help is certain now or in the future.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.