Blogger.com is NOT cooperating today. It won't let me add a pic here. And I had such a good one.
However, the problem could also be our internet, which has been incredibly spotty the last couple of weeks. It's always been lame, but lately even worse than usual. I've called Dish twice and each time been told, "We've run checks from this end and you don't have a problem."
What I don't have is options. If I did....!
Our insurance agent has what I guess is a marketing strategy designed to make sure we think of her often. She sends out bulk emails a couple of times every month and most of them have the barest minimum of justification. But hey, we saw Candace Hook's name in print again.
I suppose it works because I don't have any problem remembering my insurance agent's name despite never having talked to her, had a claim, or being at her office.
Today's email: Are you adding any items of a high dollar value to your household this Christmas season? If so, you should consider adding to the stated value on your policy so you're covered in the event of a loss.
I do need a bale of alfalfa hay.
We also need a printer. The HP we've had for years finally decided it doesn't want to print anything with black ink. No amount of disassembly and cleaning of print head, elect. panels, or cartridges will convince it to print in black.
Whine: But I don't WANT to buy a new printer!
Yesterday while re-keying the chapter on eschatology from Understanding Your Bible I found myself reacting to the text in a way that surprised me. The section I was working in has a number of quotations from OT describing the circumstances of Messiah's return to set up the Kingdom. It's those passages that - dare I say? - stirred my innards.
Maybe it's because we're in such a mess right now, politically, socially, internationally, and in every other way I can imagine. I am SO tired of the harangues, the obsession with perceived offenses, the genuine immorality, and the focus on the insignificant that reading the glorious descriptions of Messiah's return and the putting aright of all things gave me joy.
This is all going to be FIXED. Not now, and maybe (probably?) not in my lifetime, but that's OK. He will come and rule with righteousness and justice. His coming will be at what looks like Israel's darkest hour when the wolves are not just at the door but entering the house (city). And in an instant deliverance will be accomplished.
I wish I was better with words so I could describe the lift I felt reading those passages.
"The Word of God is living, and powerful."
Do you ever have a stretch when it feels like everything is broken, not working correctly, or needing remedial attention? We're in one of those.
I just got off the phone with Dish trying to get our internet fixed.
I'm working the cell phone carrier issue because we're paying WAY too much. But finding another carrier at a better price is like comparing apples and pillows.
Sally is running well but I'm chasing electrical gremlins trying to figure out why the (AM) radio doesn't work. Or the cigarette lighter. And no, it's not a fuse problem.
We're approaching war crime status in the goat pen. Poor Dolly.
Speaking of, it's time to go feed the goats 'cause it will be dark in 15 minutes.
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