This Shabbat, I rested in Elohei’s
faithfulness.
Shay dropped by to get the paperwork started
for the sale of my house; I still have some papers to fill out, and I’ll get
that done before we meet for lunch, Wednesday afternoon.
But from Friday until today, I didn’t do
anything but rest in Elohim’s faithfulness, Yeshua’s love/companionship, and
the Ruach Ha’Kodesh’s serenity.
Friday afternoon, Shay dropped by the house; and we had a nice visit. She
shared a memory of Bob with me … and it warmed my heart; I was thankful
she shared it with me 😊
Saturday afternoon, I went for a short walk along the lower end of the Pacific Way
Trail – it was hot, and I did get a little red … but I want to
stick to my walking schedule. So, I laced my hiking shoes, grabbed a bottle of
water, and beat feet along the graveled path: I only did a short 2-mile power-stride-walk
this time. I wanted a mini workout: I did not want a heat stroke.
Along the way, I stopped twice: to watch a Great
Blue Heron, and to watch ducks frolicking in the water.
This morning, I was woken around 4 AM by the sound of raindrops beating out
a rhythm on the roof above my head. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing: it’s
been months since rain has made itself known here. And then, just as suddenly
as it started … it stopped.
But it continued to mist the
windshield off and on; from Heron Pointe this morning, to Francis, this
afternoon.
I went to Fellowship this morning.
It was Communion Sunday: I like Communion
Sundays 😊
But before I got there, I was
almost pulled into a wreck situation.
I don’t know what the fella in front of me was
doing, but I could see through his back window that he was ducking towards the
passenger side … and in doing whatever it was he was doing (fiddling with
the radio, sorting CD’s, or playing with his wife’s knees) … his tires
were ambling over the white line/crossing the skimpy shoulder/quickly
heading towards the ditch.
I put enough space between our cars so that I
wouldn’t have locked bumpers with him – but if his tires left the blacktop and
his car bumped in and out of the ditch at the speed he was rolling: his car
would have boomeranged back into me even if my car was standing still.
So, I slipped my car into neutral, and
flicked the hazard lights on ‘just in case’ … and gave my horn a quick
toot – not a loud, rude honk – but a quick, short bleat; to grab his attention
and get it back to where it needed to be.
I did not want to get sucked into a
wreck: especially on my way to Fellowship!
After Fellowship, I thought I’d drive the
loop route back to Longview – and check on some houses I’d seen for sale
online. The addresses were located at various points along the route, so why
not?
Coming up on Forest Creek, and Doyle Road,
the earthy odors of cow pastures was pretty overpowering. The pungent smell
filled the whole car: I had rolled the right-side front passenger window halfway
down, as well as the left backside passenger window, to create a crosswind of
cooling breeze blowing around me.
It was too cool for the air conditioner (set
at 70-degrees) to be running (outside temperature was 67-degrees);
and too stifling humid inside the car to keep the windows rolled up.
When I passed through Francis, the outside
temperature had climbed to 71-degrees: the air conditioner was turned on … but
the windows weren’t rolled up until the barnyard odor was blown out of the car’s
interior.
Bob always teased me that I have no
self-control when it comes to roadside sales (garage sales, estate sales,
moving sales, flea market barn sales, ect.): and I admit – if I saw a road
sign, I was pulling over … or begging him to pull over, so I could ‘look the
stuff over’ 😉
When we were first married, it kinda annoyed
him; but as time went on, and he saw what a nag I got out of walking through
the sales, he got used to it – and would humor me along the routes without
prompting, if we had the time and money 😊
I have the time and money now: but like I said … I’m judiciously saving every nickel and dime I don’t have to spend on ‘running around gas’ (Fellowship, Thursday Naselle Coffee Hour, and house hunting ventures), to put towards my new home, before I start filling it up with other people’s castoff stuff.
It was a warm 73-degrees in Pe
Ell, when I breezed through there around 3 PM.
And 82-degrees in Chehalis.
I was hungry by the time I made Centralia.
Walking through the door, I smiled when I saw
the tall, wooden, Cigar Sales Indian – my Uncle Don Anderson, had one like it
standing next to his old-fashioned jukebox in his Skamokawa house. Every time I
hear the Hank Williams song, ‘Kawliga’ it brings back that memory of Uncle
Don’s Indian statue … and I’m a 10-year-old little girl standing by his jukebox
😉
‘Kawliga’ song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FY7RWJAtJQ
I like Hank Williams songs.
I am warmed by the memories of those summer
days at Uncle Don’s house; where we kids roamed the fields like wild savages,
and played hide-n-seek in the bamboo forest along one side of the old stately house.
The house no longer exists: except in my memories.
Leaving Centralia fat and sassy, I drove back
through Chehalis, and along Jackson Highway to the Hwy 12 junction – then turned
right and drove Hwy 12 to Hwy 603 … which dropped me right into Winlock and the
last house I wanted to check out.
I will not be making an
appointment to see that house.
I know there is a house out there waiting for
me to find it: but, the houses on my list this afternoon, are not “it”.
I’ll keep surfing the internet, waiting for
{the one} that checks all the boxes, and trusting Elohim’s Plan and timing: He
knows best where my “fit” will be … and when the timing is right, He’ll bring
it about 😉
“In God’s Perfect Time” song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0VOD3j06eI
