The Blessings of Generations.

 The Blessings of Generations.

 

Seems to me that some reading back in days when things struck me as strange—well, stranger than what is just the normal weirdness—read somewhere in the Bible about the blessings of generations. God had it recorded in Ps.14:5 “. . .for God is in the generation of the righteous.” Mom used to talk about how God blessed a man unto seven generations if he was righteous—meaning that his children and their children would be blessed beyond the times of the righteous man—so long as they remained righteous themselves. Then we think about poor ol’ Job. The man tried to be righteous as he thought of righteousness. And truly, we cannot really say that he did things that were easily condemned. Yet God allowed Satan to tempt and try him almost to the point of death, yet Job did not blame God for his sorrows nor in any way curse God for the things that Satan did to him. Yes, Job was so discouraged that he even wished for death, yet he did not take any action to remove his life himself. He kept thinking that he must have done something bad. Even his so-called friends blamed him for his problems and suggested that he was just not facing the truths of his sins. But after Job was restored to health, and after he had forgiven his friends for their blame-calling, he was able to remain blessed for four more generations—seeing more great-grands than most of us could consider. Wow! God multiplied the blessings more than Job could have counted. But we never learn how his descendants were blessed. Do you ever wonder about things like that? If Job was so very blessed, do you suppose that the blessings were gone by the time the fourth generation began to grow up on the earth? My guess is that they were blessed unto the seventh generation by the righteousness of Job. Just a thought.

 

Sterling called today and assured me that he would try to see a doctor tomorrow. He sounded less tortured, but still miserable. He suggested that pontoons for his mower would be the only way to get the grass cut. Five inches of rain in the past two or three days. And here we sit drying out and dusting the winds with ashes and smoke. We are still praying for rain for the grass, the lakes, the cattle ponds, and the creatures trying to live in this intense heat. May God bless us with general and gentle rains for a week or so to remove the damage done to crops, cattle, and the cares of those who must live without water. Texas and Oklahoma need God’s blessings desperately right now.

 

The water put out for the chickens has to be changed at least once a day because of the wild birds, but they need it, too. Seeing my chickens walking about breathing (panting) through their mouths makes me wonder how they have survived in this heat. Walking out to throw a bag of trash in the bin had my feet burning from stepping on the concrete. And you know it is too hot out there if the dogs don’t want to go out or stay out only long enough to take care of business. They lie down on the floor under the AC just like the old woman does when she takes a nap. Too hot to move around!

 

Woke up from a dream this morning that the chickens had not had their coop door shut. Got up and looked. Everything was fine. Stupid dream! Oh well. Sleeping is overrated. (Not!)

 

Thought the house would get vacuumed today, but so much for what thoughts do! Maybe in the morning will be cooler and something will get done to improve the cleanliness of the house. Here’s hoping.

 

Let us be grateful for all the many blessings that we are given—friends, family, shelter, and beauty around us. Even the creatures God gives us to sing us awake in the mornings are such a blessing! The dogs would have their own opinion about the squirrels, but we can understand their outlook when listening to those bushytailed rats! Mosquitoes, rats, and assorted spiders and biting flies don’t feel much like blessings, but they have a purpose in the long run. Just be thankful we don’t have to wear fur coats in the summer!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.