Daily Reflections From My Window

November 14, 2020 Saturday

No one has immunity, nor is anyone ever untouched by life. Everyone has a story and every story matters, including you, and your story my darling. It is time to see beneath the superficial layers, to open up our hearts to the vulnerability that being alive naturally brings and to accept that; being human is not a problem to solve but our opportunity to grow and evolve.

Samantha Caroline Lavallée
Amen!

So apparently there was a woman with an alabaster jar filled with expensive fragrant perfume. She knew that Jesus was going to die so she took the only thing she had and used it for Jesus. She was a nobody. She doesn’t even have a name in the story. Jay snd I always marvel about the apostles. They usually screw up. As many miracles as they had seen Jesus perform during their time with him, they usually are the last to catch on. And here is another example. An unknown woman gives everything she has to a strange prophet she doesn’t even know while the disciples stand around and wring their hands. I don’t want that to be me, but I know sometimes it is. I’m embarrassed to say that a lot of the time it is.

Best friends.

I’m trying to migrate from FB but it keeps drawing me back with memories. This popped up today. One of many from our trip to Tanzania 2 years ago. Lovely people. These girls are best friends in an orphanage in the middle of nowhere and know happiness. They know God. You can read the whole post if you go to November 14, 2018. I just added it. I’m adding old posts here systematically.

My best friends are facing the toughest challenge they’ve had so far and I’m like the apostles. I have no idea what to do to comfort them. It’s cancer. I want to be like the woman with the alabaster jar but I’m not equipped. any suggestions would be great. I love them both so much and because of Covid, being there isn’t an option. This stinks.

Off to the WRONG address.

I sent two packages off yesterday. One to the correct address and one to a random address.

I used another box that had been sent to me (because I love to reuse, reduce, recycle.) I still needed to cover the old shipping label, which was to me. The mailman unexpectedly came up to our house to deliver something (he usually leaves just our letter mail in our mailbox which we can’t see way at the bottom of our driveway along the road). When I saw him I ran out with the two boxes and handed them to him to mail. The other box had a shipping label. He was so busy chatting that he didn’t scan them as usual. After he drove away, I realized what I’d done. Either the package will be returned to me today or returned to whoever it came from originally and I can’t remember who. Stay tuned but I guess I’ll be dyeing up more yarn just in case I never see it again and dang it was about 1800 yards. It was being sent to Denise, the wonderful woman making socks for me.

I continued cleaning fiber.

I’m still blowing fiber and packaging it up to be sent off to be made into sock yarn. It’s a messy job. But I’m seeing light at the end of the tunnel.

We had a wonderful visit with the kids last night. And Connor! Of course he came. I love him.

On our walk.

Today we’re celebrating a wonderful little boy’s first birthday. Life is good. God is good all the time.

Remember to wash your hands, don’t touch your face, stay home but if you MUST go out, wear a mask and keep the length of a full grown llama (which is bigger than an alpaca) between you and the next person.

Have a blessed day!

One of my favorite pictures from our trip to Tanzania and I think of all time. I love you Jay!

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