Caught the first stink bug in the house. Pulled out the ol’ dryer sheets and put them around the doors. I haven’t used dryer sheets in the dryer since 2018, but I do use my left over ones to keep out those smelly little rascals. It works, but I will probably have to buy more this year.
I really was lazy today and just spent the day moving a few things, brushing my choc lab girls, listening to some old music or podcasts as I worked around the house and finally – my personal favorite – reading.
I always have 3 or 4 books going at a time. One in this room – one in that – and a couple sitting by the morning chair with my devotionals. When the sun is shining in the windows or the gas logs glowing, there is no better place to be.
The one I finished to day is an old one, but it could have been written today. Because of that, I read it slower than I have in previous readings. I saw some of the deeper wisdom that I glossed over when I first read in as a teenager or later as a young teacher or later as an aging wife/mama/teacher.
“My name is Will Dowson, an American name, and I come from St. Louis…My father asked in a mild tone: “What made you think I thought you must be a foreigner, son? Don’t you think I know that tens of thousands of good Americans are traitors?” Your Sins and Mine, by Taylor Caldwell, pp124-25
There have always been stink bugs among us. Bugs who want to sneak in and smell up things. The Bible tells many stories of stink bugs – starting with Adam and Eve – only theirs slithered into their lives.
Stink bugs are stink bugs no matter their shape or size.
I don’t like getting on FB much anymore. I get on once a day – check in on friends and family. Usually write down a few prayer requests, answer some messages, play a couple of games, laugh at a few memes, but mostly – just feel sad at the divisiveness that continues to pull us apart. Come to think of it – I’ve pulled away from a lot of TV, movies and “popular” entertainment. Time has become more precious, and I’d rather be learning or worshiping than wasting my time.
I sat in my own version of the Sukkot hut today. The wisteria vines had gotten way out of control. So I spent a few hours on Friday on the step ladder, trimming vines and using other tendrils to tie the thicker vines into a tamer version of their natural state. It was fun, but the arthritis didn’t much like standing on the ladder for that long. But – it reminds me – that humbling comes in all forms to each of us, and I am thankful.
“Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body; and be thankful.” Col 3:15
We are one body. One body of creation by a Father that loves all that He has done………even the stink bugs.
The next few Tuesdays leading up to the November 3, 2020, election are going to be ones of intermittent fasting and prayer for me. It is a national movement that more and more teacher/preachers are starting recognize. I listened to several today as they stood on the Rock and encourage the ones they have been given to shepherd.
“GOD be merciful to me, a sinner.” Ibid, p163
It started with the Prayer March in D.C. and The Return in D.C. – the Vine and Branch together in one place on the same day. Starting on Tuesday, there will be a prayer gathering from Plymouth, MA, … a televised reclamation of the covenant that was established in 1620 by the Pilgrims. There will be a revival tent put up next week in Burlington by Cox Toyota.
“This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the Ruler yet.” old hymn
Choices to be made. Live with the stink bugs or not? God’s grace and timetable continues.
“We will serve the LORD our GOD and we will obey His voice.” Jos 24:24