I woke up with a heavy heart this morning. Spent most of my night, dreaming about water rights. someone across the ditch thought they had them, and a quad in the shed. I showed my mom that “he” was going to take the quad. He wasnt supposed to, so I confronted him. I was threatened. He threatened to stab me in the chest, if I tried to stop him. He left, and I did what was right anyway, I turned the water back on, just didnt use enough pressure to make the little whirlpool thing. – Fast forward to this morning, when I had to go investigate the water shares at the water company . I got there just prior to closing, but they let me look into the microphish file anyway. I found 5 or 6 amazing finds, video recordings of us as kids. except we were at the hospital, and Richard was reading and videotaping his last will and testament. (That didnt happen in real life…nd in real life, . Lisa and Tony werent there.) then the alarm went off… I woke up, asking God to lead me, what am I supposed to do? The still small voice said, “Always be gentle and kind”. That has been my mantra this year, although I desparately fail so often.
This was the devotional in Jesus Always:
I need to be mindful of how God works this out; to be diligent and do the work, but not allow it too much space in my head.