Answers to Prayers

 I don't know whose prayers the Lord was trying to answer in this fiasco, but I think he's done a fine job.

My beautiful, extra friendly, big, yellow lab ran a-fowl (yes, pun intended) of the law by chasing our neighbor's free-range chickens. 

The prophet said to forgive somebody by Easter, so I brought flowers and an "I'm sorry my dogs are such turds" note to our neighbors, hoping to forgive them and open communications between us. 

Their response suggested to me that Indy would be on their mud list no matter what. After some pondering and prayer, I was prompted to rehome him and even told who I should contact about it. The logic was there is no better alibi than being a state away. And then if he is the problem, the problem would be solved and if he wasn't the problem, he couldn't be credibly accused of the crime.

So this friend agreed to take my beautiful dog and add him to her pile of fur babies. We would do the long drive and drop on Saturday. Then today she actually called me (instead of texts we were exchanging) saying that her ex-boyfriend, just a county away, really wanted Indy, and wanted to meet him tonight.

It turns out he is a hunter and camper and had a great hunting dog (and daily companion) that passed away a few years ago, leaving him lonely for that kind of companionship.

He came right out, played with dog, started training him, and loved him right away. He was so excited when we allowed him to take Indy home tonight. Indy so needs that kind of work to do. He trains well and loves to be a companion. The guy was so excited he was hugging us and crying. 

Then, of course, he sent me texts showing the new dog bed in his room where Indy will sleep. I have never met someone so in need of a dog before.

The series of strings pulled and networks employed to pull this off is pretty impressive. The Lord care about this man so much he made a way to get him the dog he needs. May they honor and sustain each other.

We, of course, will always love Indy, and thank him for the light and slimy balls he always dropped on our laps.

Environmental Catrostrophy, Failed States & Forging A new Nation

 When you consider the plagues of Egypt, many of them could logically be tied to volcanic activity:

Red algae bloom from added warmth & nutrients in the Nile. The algae bloom drives out the frogs, dead frogs are perfect breeding grounds for lice & flies. Fire and hail also sound like the results of volcanic activity. 

The locus, just happens to add to the fun fest, boils & death could be volcanic gasses, results of flea bites, ect.

This regional environmental catropohy, and the most powerful nation in the land (that has maintained power by slave labor, and who instead of hearing their crys, assigns heavier workloads to them). Responds in a way that depletes his nation of all their cattle, crops and their army.

Other signs of environmental cataclysm include the mass mortality event of the quail, the parting of the red sea (can't account for how that was done yet, but I"m sure it had environmental and economic ripples) the war with the Ammonites (they too had just lost everything and were trying to fight or flee as a way to deal with their environmental upheaval.

The Lord used all this to not only set his covenant people free, but then to teach them and forge a new nation.

They had to learn to rely and trust him. He taught them through daily administration of the manna. That he is the bread of life. He taught them through healing the water that he is the living water. He built a generation to believe in him, after their 20 generations or so of bondage.

Is he using our current environmental and economic catrasphies to build and teach his covenant people today?

To the Pharaohs of Every Age:

 Given chance after chance 

to repent

plague after plague

to acknowledge the God of Israel

but no, 

you strike offensive again

You Bastard!

you will lose in the end and we will go free

You Bastard!

you could end these plagues!

but no, 

 your dick must be bigger than mine

but I'm not waving it-

only doing the work I was sent to do

My heart breaks

all the innocents 

crushed 

under your command

all the pains they suffer

so you can keep sitting in your shiny palace

how many more have to die for you?

your children?

your armies?

Must all be drowned before you give up your scheme?

 Covenates are doors to God's blessings and powers that we open through keeping them

Chess

 Pieces carefully placed

Lies carefully laid

What is their game?

What do they have to gain?

Who benefits? Who loses?

only the rich

all of the poor

all the mourning

all the homeless

all the lost

all are traumatized

all the earth

power-hungry maniacs

fill voids left by those who

didn't know how to market themselves

those who saw the truth clearly

thought others would too

HaHA

how wrong we were 

HaHaHA

all the way to the bank

to pull out our last pennies

HaHaHA

all the way to bank to deposit the defense contracts

you want the pawns destitute

having to labor for their daily bread

having to fight for other's ambitions

the kings,

teased with vain glory

swallow the frogs

Controlled puppet, all

until missiles fall from skies

but long before then

the poets are silenced

 

Thought Download

 I'm trying to figure out what to write, there are so many different ideas filling my heart.

I heart my kid who remembers my birthday and made an effort to give me the gift of his presence. I worry about those who seem to behave as if I am invisible and unhearable, but I think Heavenly Mother knows what that's like- working all day for your child's good and never having your existence acknowledged.

He is also the kid who several years ago organized all his siblings to clean the house and bake a cake for me when I came home on my birthday. That was awesome, also shows part of his leadership abilities. My children are naturally like herding cars. He does a pretty good job with his cousins too.

He was a noble and great one, I have no doubt about that, but he has chosen another path. He will still be a leader of men. Hopefully still accomplishes great things, just not in the way that he could have. 

I've thought about how much having a glimpse of the eternal character of your children helps you in parenting them. My 13-year-old is the one I have had the most glimpses of, she has also been one that I needed that understanding of her possibilities to get her through the last several years.

We put the kids in school in January, after 10 years of homeschooling. Guess who caught covid and brought it home? So for the last 2 weeks, we have been fighting it and in quarantine. We waited to send the kids to school until after they were all vaccinated. Only baby was left, and she was still nursing, so she was able to steal all my antibodies. It mostly worked. We had 1-2 nights she started to work harder to breathe. Even the 5-year-old had a night of that. Baby had the most fevers, of and on for 11 days.

Mostly it was like a snot fest, sore throat cold we just couldn't quite shake, our 13-year-old is dealing with the side effect of not being able to sleep. It didn't wipe us out but slowed us down in many different ways.

I have to admit, I no longer fear catching the virus, not sure it was smart to get it, but the future will see what effects it holds. We still continue to wear our masks, as not to share with others. I know were are not supposed to be contagious anymore, but when symptoms are still there, even the rag tag end of them, you still want to protect all your favorite grandparents at church.

 The essence of Godhood is parenting