Well, instead, am glad it rained - because, across the street is a farmer's field. Corn needs rain, needs it's roots to go down, because come july, the lovely green grass will turn depressingly brown and crackley. Anyway, it's the Lord who allows the funds to pay the lawn team, the morning after the statement arrives in the mailbox - same with the electric and whatever other expenses.
Speaking of theological world views, have long noticed, most people either ignore, or outright scowl down the reality that ... yep, like it nor lump it, we all live under the absolute rule of the Lord Jesus, King of kings. No breaking news, just mention His name, and don't be the least bit surprised when the knashing-tongue drama unfolds.
Anyway, like blogging because, can say stuff that folks just don't wanna hear. Mmkay, fine. Free country...well, for the time being. But woah, clown central is taking over. And quite frankly, if our nation is going to break those ghastly hued bonds, it will be the Men - (per the Lord's grace) who work & fix stuff with their hands - who will preserve this nation. That is: a free safe nation, where old ladies - living by themselves - can walk out to the mailbox, and come back to the house, in one piece.
As for living alone, my Husband passed away - wasn't able to raise him from the dead - but am allowed to enjoy each day (don't really much care for nighttime).
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