|the greeting at my back door|
It's Wednesday night and we have just come home from the weekly prayer meeting at our church. Our leader this evening chose to lead a discussion about beliefs of the pilgrims and some of our country's founding fathers. As you can imagine, that led into some comments about how ideals have changed.
But I won't go into that in this blog post -- I'd be just "preachin' to the choir" with most of my readers.
I will say that the presidential election turned out as I had hoped and prayed it would; but like many voters, I was surprised with the outcome. My conclusion as I fell into bed sometime after midnight was that God's people took Him up on His admonition in II Chronicles 7:14, to humble themselves and pray so He would bring blessing -- and He was doing exactly that.
While neither of the top candidates ran a clean race and there was an embarrassing amount of verbal slime thrown back and forth, the platform that represented some basic moral issues won. Now we need to continue to humble ourselves before God. We pray for our new administration's discernment, wisdom, and courage, along with a teachable spirit regarding how to be 'presidential.'
But I'll go back to the subject of pilgrims. While I was not blogging over the past week, we had the 'changing of the guard' that always happens around here as we flip our calendars from October to November.
The pumpkin and scarecrow people begin their trek back down to the basement storage box...
... while the pilgrimage of historical characters made their way up the stairs in anticipation of Thanksgiving Day later this month.
The two groups met each other en route and stopped to exchange pleasantries.
After that time of fellowship concluded, the October people completed their journey to their storage box while the Pilgrim people received their assignments and dispersed throughout the main floor of the house.
Also this past week I was blessed to spend time in the sewing room doing some appliqué and re-acquainting myself with free motion machine quilting.
I haven't done much of either since I broke my shoulder nearly 8 years ago. It was thrilling to discover that I can still do it. I intend to get better with practice.
While times will continue to be hard in the political world, we must be careful to give our minds a rest with pleasant diversions -- or we will go nuts.
|the afternoon sun in my dining room|