I understand, little squirrel, I didn't want it to rain either.
I'm at the camper packing up things this week. As autumn has settled in, so has the time arrived for longer sleeves, warmer blankets, and thoughts of the winter ahead.
I sadly watched my neighbors tarp their camper yesterday as they prepare to leave for Florida. They will journey south, I north.
Where will you be, little squirrel?
At lunch today, a friend was telling me about a course she was taking with the theme of not giving up on your dreams.
Then tonight as I was looking through my last issue of
Where Women Create
I came across this article on The Dream.
As life moves along and seasons change, dreams change and sometimes get buried until you forget what they were.
What are your dreams?
Is the light green, red or yellow right now?
Love to sit down over a cup of tea and chat with you but since that's unlikely, leave a comment. Love to hear from you.
I've been praying each morning lately for wisdom, for God to send his angels out to sift and sort out my path, for divine additions and divine subtractions. Each day has held it's own surprises.
Today I planned to spend the morning at the Trash & Treasure show with a friend. It was her first experience and she loved it.
After lunch, hubby & I were to attend a family function. He worked later than we thought and I had an unusual peace about this change in plans.
We ended up at a family yard sale where I spent an hour over tea with a mother in distress. At first I found myself trying to give her answers, but nothing felt right. The words were coming from my head. Sending up a quick prayer for help, I opened my heart and words flowed. We cried together and prayed for God to protect her son and give her wisdom.
As we said goodbye, I knew God had knit our hearts together as only he can.
A simple yard sale can become a holy place when yielded to God.
