Will “Wondering” Never Cease?

 

We have all experienced some strange things in our lives. But in the past few years, some things have simply been mind-boggling. Looking for a Christian home school community, a friend asked whether or not a woman’s children were boys or girls only to be told that they are “non-binary.” Told my brother that identifying as a ’57 Chevy means that living in the garage is where they will find me! Our society is plum idiotic! Dear Hearts, if a person gets a headache trying to figure things out, just pretend that it is normal to have headaches and to be somewhat bewildered by what is going on around us.

 

Went out to check the rain gauge earlier today and found a bug and about a quarter inch of moisture in there. Since then, some rain has hit the windows loudly enough to be heard. We need the rain. The dogs don’t like thunder, but so far, they have not crawled under the bed. Thought Sylvia was going to get under my pillow during all the thunder and lightning last night, but she finally settled down and just “touched” me with her feet. Kinda understand how she feels about those loud noises. Sometimes the stupidity in the world today makes me feel like hiding under a pillow—and would do about as much good!

 

Sent a birthday present to one of the grandsons that was supposed to be delivered this afternoon between 6:30 and 9. Now if those are not long hours for delivery! Oh well. Grayson went up and looked in the mailbox for me. He is such a sweetheart. He really did not want to, but did anyway. These kids make life worth living.

 

Dr. Blackwell stopped by to visit this afternoon and took eggs home with her. Our conversation made me think about a few things that happened back when the old woman went to school. It is hard to be a young person and not have a special friend. In school, most of the girls had ONE special friend. Not me. Being friendly was not a problem, but being specific friends means a lot to girls—maybe boys, too. Life is never as uncomplicated as we might think it is.

 

You know, life is so complicated that we think we understand so much until we look right around the corner in our own neighborhood to see how weird things can get. Kids can be so mean; countries can be so ruthless; politicians are so ignorant; and “normal” people have no clue what is going on in other parts of the world. Maybe it is just as well. All we can really do is show our own children how to be kind, how to stand up for themselves, and how to ignore certain stupidities. And by the way, if someone wants to be offended because the old woman identifies as a chicken person, a dog person, a reader, a library person, a homemaker, a mean old woman—tough stuff, cream puff.

 

Finally, God made promises. Those promises may not mean the same thing to three different people, but what those promises mean to me are just as real as what they mean to you. HE is the one who determines our real meaning in life.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.