🙏 so…I have started thinking about my friendships, right?
This might be TMI. You have been warned.
Who do I like? Who loves God? Who sees the world like I do? Which people can I help 🤔 ? Who could maybe help me back? Can I manage a visit with my health? So yesterday, I asked an acquaintance out for ☕.
RECOMMENDED ~ Holly Furtick’s last sermon on support systems:
This friend and I did a car date because I was too tired 😫 to get out of the vehicle. She works with special needs people so she probably got it. Actually, I think it was her idea.
It was so fun, you guys!! We went to Dutch Bros and got ☕ then a park We talked and talked.
But then ….. dah dah dummm……💩poosplosion. Oh no! It was everywhere! It was uncontrollable!
At least I didn’t get it in her car.
At least my discreet undies did their job.
At least it held off ’til I was in my house trying to say goodbye.
However, ⛅ of flies were following me into my bedroom, .
Now : I have avoided this person for days.
This is dysfunctional, I am aware of that fact, thank you very much.
TODAY, I will beard the lion and see if we can get over this.
Do you ever wonder what Abigail and Nabal were really like?
#Good story (I Samuel 25)
I always thought she was a spineless, codependent wuss.
But I think I might have misjudged her.
Maybe she just believed in Nabal and loved him and he was her best friend and they had been through stuff together–births, miscarriages, deaths in the family, starting a business, Christmases and birthdays, mac’n’cheese and filet mignon—you know, stuff.
Maybe she just wouldn’t give up on him.
Maybe she just believed in her Nabe.
And if Nabe failed her, then fine: in God.
Maybe she just wanted to keep her wedding promises.
Maybe she just wanted to trust in God about Nabal and wanted to do right by Him.
I don’t know.
I can trust God with my marriage 😍
My man loves his family. He has bucco good qualities.
Myman wants to be a good husband and father. More than anything. He tries really hard; I know some of what he’s had to overcome.