Clouds without Rain
II Peter 3:9
The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to usward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.
When I came into the room yesterday, I found that one of my flowers had died.
Today, I am feeling much better.
Things are still slightly chaotic, no..no no. That’s wrong. Things are wonderful. I’m understanding more and more that I cannot control what others do. I cannot control a person’s degree of love or hatred. I do understand that I will be hated in this world without cause by some- my job is to not allow another person’s hatred to consume me, or even alter my feelings. I cannot control my surroundings, but I can certainly control my own emotions and choices. I can choose to forgive those that hate me, and also choose to never consort with them again. If I’m betrayed by a person, I have learned to move on and shut the door. I do not have to allow hatemongers in my life. And I will not grieve for fools.
Numa has returned. She has an awful eye infection.
She has gone looking for her previous owner, to no avail, and understands that she is safe here.
She kissed my arm for the first time the other day. I know she’s grateful for a home.
My family has been devastated that one of our own has turned against us.
Our own flesh and blood.
My Mother has mourned the loss of her granddaughter, as if she has buried her- as we all have.
We have been devastated, but it has made us stronger and bonded us in love all the more.
It’s as if we have buried one of our own, but we will continue on. Life does go on.
I consider what Jesus said to somebody once, who wanted to follow Him, but wanted to bury his dead father first.
Jesus said to the man, “Let the dead bury the dead.”
And Jesus was referring to unbelievers.
They’re walking dead men- because they have no Truth and Life in them.
And so we have grieved.
And so we move on.