blogging the last couple of days. Kinda in a funk right now, I think. Not a dark place, don’t have those much lately, just a lull I guess. Feel a little restless as well.
Didn’t do much of anything on Friday, spent about 6 straight hours reading when I got home and finished up a fiction novel called Killing Floor, the writer has a different style than I’m used to. Took a bit to get used to it, short choppy sentences, basic grammer, no real character development. Sounds like a bad book, right? Well, not really. Once I got used to the style, the plot flowed very well. And it was an interesting plot, sorta Stepford Wives Town meets Mafia.
Only thing that messed up a perfect evening of reading was a phone call from Pop, upset about something a family member told him. I was just floored, couldn’t believe a) that he believed that crap for even a second and b) that a family member would try again to create chaos, bitterness and friction from nothing. And self-righteously justify it with the old “God knows my heart was pure” routine. Please.
Galatians 5:22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.
Rained most of the morning today. Stayed in and played the guitar a bit. This week is the Martin DC-16RGTE‘s turn. Thinking about selling most of them, maybe keep the Martin and the Tele. Or sell ’em all and try a J-45. I like the mahogany backed version of that guitar, seems to have the sound I’m looking for. Restless.
Pop and I went to visit a lady that got saved last week to ask about following up with baptism. I didn’t really want to go (restless) but went anyway (restless). I’m so glad I did, I received such a blessing. Her family just amazed me. Has an 8 year old boy and 6 year old twin girls. The children just seemed to be filled with the Holy Spirit. How that works, I’ve no clue, but I’ve seen it before and know it to be true. Her husband was in a wreck back in November, almost died, and is now trying to recover. It’s hell to be poor, as Marvin would say. He’s having trouble scheduling rehab appointments and such, the usual. But he seemed to be doing well mentally. Invited him to my class, he says it’s really hard to get started in the mornings. Has over 30 pins and screws holding his pelvis together. But, like I said, it was a great visit and I was so blessed to be there. While we were talking one of the twins went and drew Pop a picture of a rainbow, put To Preacher on it and gave it to him. We closed with a prayer and left.
Still working on my lesson for tomorrow, not sure about it. Late.