Good morning, et cetera, dear Reader; greetings and salutations on another fine day above ground, for those of us fortunate enough to wake up again, that is. And, please know that I'm not being morbid by that, only realistically acknowledging the frailty of life.
Here, have some classic American rock to start the day with:
And today's Proverb:
Here's a look at today's weather here:
It's a lovely forecast! Look, the high on next Thursday won't even reach 80F (at least, according to Google at the time of this post). 👍
Anyway, our friends who own the museum are happy with my grant-writing help thus far and are busy connecting us with others in the community to help get that homeless shelter off the ground, with our friends telling us yesterday that the city mayor is very interested in the initiative and, with Douglas being positioned where it is, there are all kinds of people who need the help (and I, for one, Republican or not, do not care what side of the border they come from - if a human being comes to me in need, that person will get help, full stop, no matter what any other human being says or thinks about it). And, by that, I mean real help: food, water, a safe place to sleep, that kind of thing: life sustaining, genuine assistance. "For I was thirsty and you gave Me a drink" - and yes, I *will* give Him a drink every single time the chance presents itself, so help me, God. But I digress.
Anyway, it's heavy on our hearts to be used of God in this service to the ones the Lord Himself calls "the least of these".
Just yesterday, one friend was telling me about another non-profit near his museum who is seeking to get the ball rolling on the shelter and we'll soon meet toward that end.
My heart is filled with joy and hope as, other than be a soldier, doctor, or lawyer, creating a homeless shelter and serving those most in need is the top of my "worthy things to do in life" list and it looks like that one I may really get to actually do before I die.
How very fabulous if that's the case!
It's a lovely forecast! Look, the high on next Thursday won't even reach 80F (at least, according to Google at the time of this post). 👍
Anyway, our friends who own the museum are happy with my grant-writing help thus far and are busy connecting us with others in the community to help get that homeless shelter off the ground, with our friends telling us yesterday that the city mayor is very interested in the initiative and, with Douglas being positioned where it is, there are all kinds of people who need the help (and I, for one, Republican or not, do not care what side of the border they come from - if a human being comes to me in need, that person will get help, full stop, no matter what any other human being says or thinks about it). And, by that, I mean real help: food, water, a safe place to sleep, that kind of thing: life sustaining, genuine assistance. "For I was thirsty and you gave Me a drink" - and yes, I *will* give Him a drink every single time the chance presents itself, so help me, God. But I digress.
Anyway, it's heavy on our hearts to be used of God in this service to the ones the Lord Himself calls "the least of these".
Just yesterday, one friend was telling me about another non-profit near his museum who is seeking to get the ball rolling on the shelter and we'll soon meet toward that end.
My heart is filled with joy and hope as, other than be a soldier, doctor, or lawyer, creating a homeless shelter and serving those most in need is the top of my "worthy things to do in life" list and it looks like that one I may really get to actually do before I die.
How very fabulous if that's the case!
💜
Anyway, today, dear Reader, I pray for you, that God supply all of your needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus, in Jesus' Name, amen.
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