59 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 10-17-17”

  3. Those horses look quite friendly with each other. They know how to horse around.

    My window is fogged with condensation this a.m. It has turned much cooler and feels great!

    Twice now since wearing my new ring, my finger has had stiffness and a sore joint. I think I must have a reaction to something in the metal mix. I think I will have to return it and look for something different. I may just locate Art’s band and put wax in it on the back side so I can wear it. Did anyone else do the wax thing when you went steady in high school and had a guy’s class ring for a season? I did that one time for a very short time before we “broke up.”

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  7. Change is in the air. It is nice and cool here. When I got home last night Mr. P had the back windows and doors open. We slept with the windows open last night. The dogs were frisky this morning from the cool weather.
    Chas, I will be in Charlotte and at Lake Lure November 6-10. The 8th and 9th I will be with my “team” from work.
    https://www.vrbo.com/1087654

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  10. Lots to do today. I’ve been awake since 3. I hope that’s my only error.

    Fire keeping us from home is only 17% contained. I hope we can actually go home when we return from Wheaton on Saturday night.

    Mostly, I think I just want it to be a week from now when everything is pseudo-normal and I’m just going to Bible study on a Tuesday morning.

    Of course I can’t find either my Bible or the one copy of Biddy I brought with me 9 days ago . . .

    I do, however, have a precious tea pot for my book launch party on Sunday– a gift from Kim.

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  11. Those horses are also from our fair, a team of draft horses waiting to pull. The one on our right kept nibbling at the other, whether friendly nuzzling or some form of teasing I don’t really know. Periodically an owner would pull his head away from the other one. But I took multiple photos of this team, and I liked this one, where the partner is kind of looking at him sideways and showing his own personality.

    I dreamed last night that I was at Mumsee’s, and I was walking by a shelf of lambs. Five or six of them were about the size of a large cat, only of course heftier, but three of them were small enough that you could hold all three on your palm at the same time. There were several shelves of animals, but the sheep were all in one place (though not all on the same shelf). As I petted them they got all excited and jumped and frolicked, and dribbled a bit like Cowboy. So I thought they probably haven’t been walked lately, and since anyone staying at Mumsee’s is supposed to be making herself useful as she sees a need, I decided to take them for a walk, one at a time. I did wonder how she managed to teach them not to “go” while they were on the shelf. I lifted one down from the shelf and walked away, but that one stayed with me so well I decided I could probably walk them all at once, and they would follow me. So i went back and got the rest.

    As I walked away and they all followed me, I thought about the Scripture that said sheep won’t follow a stranger because they don’t know his voice, but they followed me well. I wondered if these sheep were different or if my having been around for two or three days meant I wasn’t a stranger any more.

    But then I was a bad shepherdess and I walked too close to a pit a few feet deep, and the three tiny ones fell in. (The bigger ones were all white except for one brown one, and the smaller ones had one white, one brown, and I think one yellow one.) I knelt down and managed to pick out two of them, but one was deeper than I could reach, and a young guy came along to try to help me get it, and about that time I woke up. Sorry I left one in the pit, Mumsee. The others have been walked, and most or all of them went, but they probably need some grazing time now, since we were still on concrete when I awoke.

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  13. KIm, we could probably arrange a meeting. The entire week is open to me.
    Charlotte is about 2 hrs from Greensboro.
    Lake Lure is 3 hrs away, but the driving is much better.
    And Lake Lure is nice. You don’t plan to go swimming at Lake Lure in November.
    Lake Lure is close to Hendersonville. But you’re not really in the mountains there.

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  14. Wow! Cheryl, that was quite an uncommon dream. At first I thought you were using the term “shelf” as a grouping term for lambs like a “herd” of horses. I thought that is a new meaning to me. I also thought that Cheryl, the editor, knows everything!😃

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  15. I am positive you had a time unwrapping the tea pot. I took it to Post Net for them to ship it for me. You would have thought it was the crown jewels by the time they finished. They wrapped the pot and the lid separately in bubble wrap, then filled an over sized box with “pop corn” to keep anything from shifting. I sent it last Monday before we knew the fires were going to be so enormous and you would have to evacuate. I wondered what would happen if there were no house to deliver it to, and finally decided that I had released it into the world and it would end up in the right hands no matter what happened.
    I am glad to know that it made its way to you and will be used by someone else. While I sent you the one that was in my possession the longest I still have my great grandmother’s tea pot which is not as pretty and my “Mamaw’s” single serving pot and a pot I bought 15 or so years ago.

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  17. I have the 7th in mind Chas. I thought Mr. P and I could come up to Greensboro. I plan to sit on the balcony, drink coffee and look at the lake. Mr. P might fish, but he is more into catch and release than catch and cook.

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  18. More about the draft horses. My husband and I both like going for the “pull,” which is a team of horses being hitched up to an iron “boat” and asked to pull it. It starts with a few thousand pounds, and after all the horses have pulled it 27 1/2 feet, they load another thousand pounds on it and they try again. The draft horses are divided into heavy weight horses and lighter ones (based on the size of the horses) and the light teams usually drop out first, winning within their own division at a lighter weight. They have three chances to pull it, though more often than not the owners will “pass” on the second opportunity and come back for the third try. The third try is going again after all the horses have tried, and for the third attempt they have a choice of going left or right. (By the time it gets heavy enough that horses are struggling to pull it and need more than one attempt, there might be some ruts in the ground, meaning that pulling one direction will be pulling it up out of a rut, and pulling it the other direction isn’t.)

    If none of the horses can pull it the full distance, then they go by which team pulled it the farthest. Once the team has pulled it the full required distance, someone blows a whistle and they stop pulling. If it doesn’t get to the full length, then they announce how far it was successfully pulled. There is also a pair of ropes set up, and the horses have to stay within the ropes when doing their pull. Sometimes, especially in the early pulls or with the miniature horses, the horses will be so excited they take off running before they are even hitched up, so it takes several men to hook them up and make sure no one gets hurt. I was surprised the first year that none of the draft horses used to pull are Clydesdales.

    When the “boat” is full to the very top, the weight is about 13,000 pounds. By the time it gets to 11,000 or so, most or all of the lightweight teams will have dropped out, and the heavyweight teams will be beginning to drop out, and using all their strength to pull. The MC will ask the crowd to be quiet as they pull (to make sure the horses can hear their men give instructions) and then once they have a successful pull you can hoot and holler and congratulate them all you want.

    This year the dirt was good (not too dry, not too wet) and so we didn’t have deep trenches and they made it all the way to 13,000 pounds. (Some years they don’t make it that far. The first year a couple of horses successfully pulled at 13,000, and since they were already to the top of the boat at 13,000, as I recall they only added about 500 pounds for the next load, not putting bricks all the way to the edges since there would be nothing to hold them in.) Two or three teams tried and failed at 13,000 pounds. One was heartbreakingly close–on their first attempt they strained and pulled, and then they stopped. I was taking video of that pull, and on it I can hear a man say, “They just gave up.” When they asked for the distance they went, it was 27 feet, 5 inches–one inch short. (They have a horseshoe in the dirt behind the cart, and a marked rope gets pulled behind it. When it goes through to the proper total, they blow a whistle.) One more team went and was successful, but only one. When they got to the end of the attempts, the team that almost made it was allowed to have its third attempt (really its second, since they didn’t ask the horses to try again immediately after exerting all that effort). The owner passed on the attempt, accepting second place. I didn’t blame him. To do better than second would mean having his horses try again, and succeed, and then go on to a new and higher weight and do better than the team that made it all the way on the first pull at 13,000 pounds. But it was heartbreaking to see a team get so close and stop just one inch short.

    Whether this is the successful team, the almost successful team, or another one, I couldn’t say. There were about 20 teams in all, including the lightweights, with one team being a father-and-son team (stallion and gelding) that had just made a record at another fair, and that I think might have been the team that won this pull.

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  20. Oh, maybe that postal truck wandering about the burned neighborhoods had the teapot in the back somewhere …

    Congratulations, Michelle! Joy in the midst of stress. You must be so anxious just to go home (not to mention, of course, that ‘home’ will still be there). That is one stubborn fire.

    I guess Tess might have come in handy for you in that dream, Cheryl. You should see her work the cat.

    I walked the dogs a bit later last night, closer to 8:30 p.m., and also got Cowboy out to the backyard when I got up at around 1 a.m. to to go to the bathroom. No more accidents overnight, which is good. Before the coyotes invaded, I’d leave the doggie door open all night, but not now, of course. Everyone has to get a personal escort into the backyard at night.

    The kids and grandkids were next door over the weekend, helping to decorate for Halloween — they went all out, kind of creepy stuff, a huge realistic looking skeleton of an animal of some kind, a straw-stuffed dummy and colored lights that project bats and ghosts onto the front of the house.

    I’m still waiting for the foundation job to start, hoping it doesn’t cause any cracks on the inside I was warned that could happen). The problem corner is under the front bedroom, where I had the new ceiling put in. Of course.

    It was about a year ago now that my mid-century peach tile, linoleum and metal louvre window bathroom was about to be demolished, thanks to the bathroom wall leak that had to be addressed (which Real Estate Guy thinks was the main culprit in the foundation problems). What a long, expensive stretch it’s been. 😦

    And the house still hasn’t been painted. 😦 I kind of started out with that on a very short “to-do” list before everything blew up on me.

    Ideally, this foundation job maybe should have been done first, but it just didn’t work out that way.

    No jury duty for me again today, we’ll see if I’ll have to go in tomorrow (which would get me out of covering a politician’s speech, always a plus).

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  21. Robert Godfrey, president of Westminster Seminary, professor of church history and frequent Ligonier participant, is speaking at our sister church for the Reformation Day service (at 5 p.m. that Sunday). Would love to go to that, but awkward timing on a Sunday for me these days.

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  22. KIm 7th will be fine. We could go through the same routing we had with Jo and Janice.and Art.
    Lunch/dinner at Tripp’s. Then we could come home to visit a while.
    While at Lake Lure, you should visit Chimney Rock State park.
    It’s a nice area. Charlotte is just a big town.

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  23. Jury duty or political speech? Quite a choice. 😉

    The horses remind me of my dad always commenting in the last few years that he and my mom were a well matched pair of Clydesdales or Percherons depending on his mood. I understand that comment much better now. My husband makes it now when we accomplish something together.

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  24. “Jury duty or political speech? Quite a choice”

    I know. I could always call in sick, but then I’d have to deal with the foundation workers hammering away beneath me. Welcome to my life.

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  29. I went to my mailbox with anticipation, knowing today wouldn’t just be bills and junk mail, and I wasn’t disappointed. 🙂 I even used the tiny scissors on my Swiss army knife to open the package as we drove to town (or as my husband drove and I passengered–don’t picture me steering and cutting at the same time). Nice looking book, and I look forward to devouring it.

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  30. I wrote a letter to go along with the tea pot I sent to Michelle and have debated whether or not to share it with you. In thinking about it I went on line to see if I could find any additional information about the woman who gave me the tea pot. Her name was Sally. Her son Jack was a pilot in the Navy and often flew home in his private plane to see her. The first time I ever flew was from Mobile to Fairhope to drop off some supplies to his sister at a Catholic camp for the children of migrant workers. It turns out Jack died in a plane crash in Sarasota, Florida in January of 2013. In my search I found that Sally’s maiden name was Leech, so Michelle, you have Grandmother Leech’s tea pot.

    Just an Old Tea Pot
    As you know, I did not have the best of mothers. I am sure she loved me in her own way. As a result, I craved attention and God sent many other women into my life to give me that attention. Among the first was Sally Ardoyno.
    Sally and her husband, Sidney, built their retirement home down the street from us. Just as they finished it Sidney was diagnosed with cancer and died when I was in Kindergarten. Sally was lonely and so was I. She would call my mother and have her send me down for company. We would watch TV, work in the yard, and “visit”. Sally was a baker as well, and we would have a homemade treat and coffee most afternoons around 2. Any time my parents had some place to go, I would spend the night with Sally and she would let me stay up as late as I wanted, which is how it came to be that I remember a lot of the Tonight Shows with Johnny Carson.
    At some point I discovered hot tea. I love to make a pot of tea. I love boiling the water, rinsing the pot, measuring the tea (and one spoon for the pot), straining it. Everything! One day, I was looking in Sally’s china cabinet and saw a tea pot. I thought it was beautiful, and Sally reached in and gave it to me. It had belonged to her mother. That old, chipped, well-loved tea pot has been among my prized possessions most of my life.

    Michelle, knowing that you were having a tea to celebrate the publication of Mrs. Oswald Chambers, I decided to buy you a tea pot to commemorate. We have a little “all things English” shop in town and I thought to go there to purchase a tea pot from England, but what value is that? It’s a tea pot with no history and no meaning. Then, I looked in my mother’s china cabinet and saw Sally’s mother’s tea pot. I imagined Biddy serving tea out of a similar pot, and it came to me that I should give you that tea pot. You have been another woman in my life who has given me the love and encouragement at just the right times that I needed it. It may look like an old, chipped tea pot to most, but I am trusting it into your care now. It is a link between two important women who have entered my life in God’s perfect timing.

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  33. I love heavy horses. Our neighbour has a pair and he pulls a wagon and a sleigh with them. He usually comes into our yard so that our dogs get used to them, and his horses get used to our dogs. They’re just so beautiful.

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  34. ya know kim, it might be my cheapest way out of this.

    My luck they’ll discover a sink hole under the house.

    Real Estate Guy — who once bought and ran a rather short-lived house moving business — said it’s been known to happen.

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  35. I see a fire broke out on Mt Wilson overlooking Pasadena and LA last night, in an area where I did a lot of hiking in my younger days. The Mt. Wilson Observatory and the broadcast towers serving much of LA are endangered. Hot and dry, hopefully wind won’t make it hard for them to contain this one.
    https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwjKmvnMm_jWAhWnsFQKHaFhCDEQqUMIKjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.latimes.com%2Flocal%2Flanow%2Fla-me-mt-wilson-fire-20171017-htmlstory.html&usg=AOvVaw0JWILXGvpL07EwTDjnGT6a

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  36. yep

    http://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-mt-wilson-fire-20171017-htmlstory.html

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    Authorities evacuated at least a dozen people from Mt. Wilson on Tuesday morning, as a 30-acre wildfire burning in the San Gabriel Mountains threatened to damage the historic mountaintop observatory and an array of television broadcast towers, according to officials.

    The fire broke out around 3:54 a.m. near the Mt. Wilson Observatory and was 5% contained as of 10 a.m., Angeles National Forest officials said.

    Los Angeles Sheriff’s Department officials evacuated about a dozen people from the 10 buildings in and around the observatory Tuesday morning, said Lt. Mark Slater of the sheriff’s Crescenta Valley Station. Three people chose to stay behind, he said.

    Officials have closed Mt. Wilson Road — the only roadway in and out of the observatory. Twenty structures, including the telecommunication towers, are threatened, Angeles National Forest tweeted Tuesday morning.

    Most Mt. Wilson Observatory employees evacuated, according to a Facebook post on the observatory’s page. …
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  39. Beautiful horses. 🙂

    This is a tad long (16 mins) — and I had to look away once during a necropsy — but interesting info on the survival status of wolves, how wolf-coyote hybrids have become so common.

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  40. The horses are beautiful…I don’t know what it is with me and horse…I find them beautiful creatures and have ridden a couple of times…but they intimidate me something awful! Paul and I hiked down the dirt road the other day (5mile hike) and there are horse farms on both sides of the road. Two horses trotted over to the fence and I went over to pet them…I could hardly breathe! One of the horses was skiddish with me so I backed away…Paul comes over and pets the other one and it nuzzled into him…I guess they can sense fear in someone just as can our dogs! 🐶

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  41. The new header photo is hitching up a team of horses to the “boat.” You can see how excited the horses are to be working; I like the head-on shot. I started to crop out the woman at the right side of the frame, since she isn’t really part of the photo, but then I saw she had the same leg pose as one horse, and it pulled the photo together and was also funny, and so I left her. I also like the atmospheric feel from the dirt being kicked up.

    That boy isn’t the only one dealing with the horses, though. There’s at least one many you can barely see behind the horses, plus probably another one just out of the frame on the left, plus the men there in orange to oversee safety and to load the cart when it needs more bricks. Hitching the cart up is dangerous–you have tons of bricks and metal on one side of you, and tons of moving horse on the other–and one man will be holding the horses back while a couple more get it hooked up and then everyone jumps free, or something like that. We’ve never seen anyone injured, but the miniature horses are wilder, and if they were as big as these dudes, there would be some injuries. We did see an Amish guy knocked down once when they were hooking up miniature horses and they took off, we’ve seen the horses on their sides on top of each other, and we’ve seen them run away. This year a pair of sisters (maybe 11 and 12) and their father had a team of mini horses–usually it is only men with a few boys, with this year being the first time we’ve seen any women–and a team broke away and raced toward their horses, who had to be quickly backed up. The potential for injury is definitely there, so everyone is cautious. But it’s truly amazing to see these horses do what they were bred to do.

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  42. Yeah, a horse stayed on my Christmas list for countless years. 🙂

    Good news, Cowboy — for the first time in over a week, I think — showed up eager for breakfast and ate well this morning. I’d been also worried about that, I’ve been having to coax him out for mealtime for days now. Today he was his usual self, underfoot with Tess as I filled the bowls. 🙂 The cat, of course, meowing all the time so I don’t forget about her.

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  43. Before I catch up with today’s comments, I’d like to drop this in here now.

    A dear friend, mature & wise, wrote something to me in an email that I am pondering, & it is something that has occurred to me, too, but I don’t think I completely agree with her.

    “. . .Jesus explains how He must go away for the Comforter to come. It seems that God desires to remove L___’s great strength to your life, so He could develop a greater, different strength in you. Not only will it glorify God, but it will develop the gift of L___ in your life. L___ will continue to impact your faith, commitment and love as you continue to abide in the Savior. God is the giver of good gifts, and L___ was a significantly good gift from God to you.

    Once I heard a lady evangelist say, “Dig a ditch and watch God fill it.” Often we come to God with full hands, asking for Him to bless us as we are. But God’s richness is exposed in our emptiness, often in great sorrow and weakness. Now your hands are empty, painfully so. Your “ditch” is empty, your “well” seems dry, your purpose disenfranchised, deprived of purpose, right and power to identify. As your new identity washes over and through you, stay close to Jesus and His word for you each day. Give time to letting Him love you as you feel disconnected from the familiar. Hear your husband’s blessed goodnight to you, “Trust Jesus.”

    Trust Jesus for provision, for [The Boy], for [Chickadee], for [Nightingale]. Trust Jesus for yourself, for the new you who will gradually emerge from the slough of grief. He will never forsake you, never leave you. He lives inside you by the presence of his Holy Spirit.

    L___ needed to go away to make room for a new presence to fill your life. I don’t know what, who, when or where, but I know God never leaves our “ditches” empty when we allow Him to fill them with Himself. Nothing is better than His Presence.

    God bless this day, [Kizzie]. May you be rested and filled with inexplicable joy!”

    My thoughts: What she wrote as the possible purpose of Hubby’s death I see more as a result of it, not the reason for it. Yes, I will grow into a deeper trust in God than perhaps I could have with my strong, protective & providing husband still with me. But I can’t bring myself to believe that my need for growth in the Lord is the actual reason for Hubby’s death. A planned-by-God outcome perhaps, but not the reason, at least not the only reason.

    Your thoughts?

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  44. Kizzie, I agree with your assessment – the result of, not the reason for (I think that could cause a lot of guilt or sorrow that you were the reason L had to leave). That’s what I was thinking as I read through the email. I really appreciate the third to last paragraph – very comforting to be able to trust Jesus.

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  45. Karen, she means well, you can tell that she cares for you and wants to help.
    Having said that, it is very difficult for other people to make assessments on the misfortunes of other people. I am reluctant to try to guess what purpose God may have in events.

    I have had events in my life where I am certain that God intervened because the statistical probability of their happening is almost zero. Yet events happen. I have been much blessed by such events.

    My younger brother was 13 when he was killed in an accident that made no sense at all.
    He was not supposed to be at that place at that time. And he was taught not to run out behind busses. But he did.
    I know of no good that came of that.
    Whatever God’s purpose, I don’t know. But I accept it.
    My dad never did and drifted away for about 15 years before he came back to the Lord.
    I can’t justify this in Scripture, but I believe the words of that song that says:
    “We’ll understand it all by and by”
    But it may be that we won’t even look back on these days. I hope we do because I have lots of questions.

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  46. 1 Corinthians 13:12
    For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known

    I don’t see a scriptural basis for what your friend is saying stating he had to leave for you to be filled?
    I don’t begin to understand why we face painful events in our lives…but I know I trust Him…and I know you do as well Kizzie. Praying continually for comfort to envelope you by His gracious presence in your life. We love you ❤️

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  47. Kizzie, she meant well. She didn’t mean any harm. She was trying to be encouraging and in her zeal to help she stumbled. I am EXTREMELY guilty of this exact thing. I mean well, but my delivery leaves something to be desired.
    Take it as she meant it and trust. I have had terrible things (not losing the love of my life) happen that I thought would break me, but they didn’t and time and distance has helped my understanding.

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  48. I agree with comments here and with Kizzie’s own assessment. Yes, sometimes in our zeal we simply go to far in trying to “fill in the gaps” for why God does what He does. We can know that there always is a purpose in the chain of events, that there is something that comes *from* it that glorifies God and spiritually benefits us — but that’s not saying it’s the reason behind what happened.

    Better to say too little than too much during these times, I always think.

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  50. Kizzie, what Chas and Kim said. The lady who wrote to you, in her first paragraphs, fell into a common trap of thinking I’ve seen among Christians. The trap is we thinking that we can know what God’s ends are and if we just align ourselves to those ends, all will turn out well. But if we look at the end of the book of Job, we see that God often doesn’t answer why he does something. Rather, as the lady’s letter says in her last paragraphs, God asks us to trust and hope in him, and as Paul says in Romans 8:24-25, hope that is seen is not hope. Job’s story did turn out well in some ways, but the children he had were not replacements of the ones who died. It would have been terrible to say to Job that God had to take away his other children in order to give him these ones.

    Feel free to just mourn the loss of your dear husband. The Psalmist writes a request to God, “Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?” (Psalm 56:8). The shortest verse in the Bible records Jesus weeping over the death of a dear friend, a friend he would shortly bring back to life. Give yourself time to grieve. God will guide you in your future, but it is impossible for anyone to predict what that future might hold. His thoughts are not our thoughts, and His way are not ours. I have watched several of my relatives lose their spouses, and every last one of them took a different kind of path through the rest of their lives.

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  51. Wasn’t there supposed to be a book in the mail today? Of course, if it is coming UPS it could be late. Our friend who is a local driver said they are short handed. he has been working late for most of the past month or so, and it’s not even the busty Christmas season.

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  53. This friend is one of the most mature & wise Christians I have known, & usually her advice & words are on target. But yes, this time she was a little off, at least with that part about why Hubby died. Otherwise, her words over the past couple weeks have been sensitive & encouraging. One of her emails, as I told her, was like a hug in words.

    I am certainly letting myself grieve, & am not looking for answers, even though in my tears I often ask God “Why?!” I let the word out, knowing that I will not get an answer, there is no easy answer, but I trust anyway in God’s plan, though right now it seems incomprehensible to me.

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  55. I agree with those saying we cannot know why God took your husband, Karen. Couples work out how they handle things in the family. That does not mean one is too dependent on the other or that God does not strengthen us in many ways even while in the relationship. Relationships ebb and flow. Couples assume roles later in life they never thought they would. Certainly the reverse could have been said for L, as well, had you died.

    Having said that, I have seen many people flourish in ways they never dreamed they would after losing a spouse or a parent. I can recall several instances when someone was expected to completely fall apart and surprised everyone by doing better than anyone would believe.

    I would accept the love and encouragement meant and leave the reasons in God’s hands.

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