I woke up in kind of a funk yesterday, and
stayed that way pretty much all day. I
guess it was because we didn’t get home from the Astros game until almost
midnight, and then I woke up around 4:30.
Not a good combination …
We found another dead rat under our satsuma
tree. I told Chris I was sure he tried
to make the now-death-defying leap from the fence to the tree … and
failed. She was pretty sure it was one
of two other possibilities. What were
those? One, someone is poisoning
them. Or two, Freddy is becoming quite
the little mouser. Maybe she thinks she
is a cat. We have our regular pest control
guy coming next week, so we’ll ask him what we can do to get rid of them. Or at least make them feel less welcome.
I have to confess that I did some dozing in
the afternoon. I was just exhausted
beyond repair. Well, I guess I wasn’t
beyond repair. The catnaps did
help. A lot.
Home group hit a milestone last night. We actually completed the Book of Numbers. Chris looked it up in her notebook … we
started the study in July of 2018. A
little over a year. That sounds like a
long time, but hey, the Israelites wandered in the wilderness for forty years,
right? And in our study … they are not
there yet. Still have to get through
Deuteronomy. So is Moses just
stalling? Does God really have a plan
for them to get on into the Promised Land?
Here we go on our next year’s adventure …
Psalms 59:16 says, “But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your
love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.”
Father, we just talked about cities of
refuge last night. Thanks for being our
city of refuge. And we don’t even have
to leave home to reach you. Amen.
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