We bought a blood pressure monitor this week, and it tells us that my pressure is through the roof, be prepared to pop a gasket… So I’ll be going back to the doctor for that.
Phone rings. It’s the nursing home. My aunt has been packed off to the hospital. Just a precaution.
Other family members, heard from today, are not much better off.
At some point this afternoon I will withdraw to my bedroom and read five chapters of the Bible. Not a bad idea for anyone.
In the meantime, I’ll get outside with the birds and continue reading Bell Mountain No. 7, The Glass Bridge. It’s how I make myself ready to receive the next book, if God will give me one.
I read a bit last night–I can’t tell you what it was because that would be a spoiler and I would really, truly appreciate it if more of you would buy these books–that struck me as very fine indeed. I don’t mean that to sound like I’m boasting, because I’m not. I know the good stuff never came from me. I just write down what the Lord gives me, and to Him be the glory. If I deserve any credit, it’s for working hard over many years to learn how to write it down.
One more sanity saver, by far the most important of them all:
Christ the Lord is risen. He is risen indeed.