For weeks now.
Not a day goes by that we do not
discover at least one stinkbug in our little hermitage-like cabin. The big house
next door isn’t having problems with them. Perhaps it is the color that we
chose to paint our little domicile in the woods that invites them to seek
refuge within these close and comfortable walls.
Every time I see a stinkbug, I
cannot help but to think of the time [Autumn of 1984 on the NW Kansas prairie.]
when I bit down on one. It, unbeknown to me, had landed on my sandwich.
Though experiencing
the taste of a stinkbug is in a class all its own [It takes three days for the
taste to finally turn loose of your taste buds.], when it comes to the “memorable”
department, I put it right there beside my encounter with that mountain lion
stalking my tent on the Cumberland Plateau and my way-too-close encounter with that huge
rattlesnake over in the Florida panhandle.
We are dealing with stuff on the
backside of the heart cath that they did on me Friday.
It is amazing what they
can do these days. I have confidence in this team of women [beginning first
with this one I’m married to] that are tending to my healthcare.
I know this
world is not my home. I do, however, want to hang around a while yet. There is
a lot of love yet to be shared with loved ones. [I can think of no other good reason to want to stay on this rock that is overrun by sorrows and evils of every imaginable sort.] I get the sense, too, that
there is yet a calling for me to fulfill. For the gifts and calling of God are irrevocable. [Romans 11:29] Fluid? Yes. Irrevocable? No.
We are all called; each one with differing
degrees of calling, each one spiritually gifted to live out the dimensions of
their high calling in Christ to exhort one another every day, as long as it is called ‘today’, so that none of
you may be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin. [Hebrews 3:13]
I do not mind the rain. The gentle rain and the sound that it makes on the cabin roof makes for a very pleasant atmosphere.
I'm glad you're in no hurry and want to hang around, funny how love causes that.
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Brenda and I would find one in our old Kentucky home prior to being on the road. Then in nearly every state we've had the occasion to find one traveling with us. I began to consider them to be messengers, like the crows that seem to follow me.
Hope to see y'all this trip around the sun.
Messengers? I prefer to consider them intrusive little boogers; sort of the skunk of the insect world. Looking forward to seeing you and Brenda when you are close. Peace.
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