Spring is finally saying "Hello!"
We have had an overabundance of rain.
I do wish I could send some out to those like you, Linda
who so need this rain.
School was dismissed at 11AM on Tuesday
and most of us ended up driving through at least some water.
Irritating how they wait to make a decision,
but that's one of the reasons I pay the money to fuel
this hulking metal called a Mountaineer
(second reason is snow, and the last is my back and leg problems).
I know how to check if the water is too high
and it wasn't, so I drove through and arrived home safely.
Yesterday we were to go until 1PM
getting an early dismissal for our Easter Break.
We never made it there.
Flood waters and power outages (including the school)
kept us home.
I was relieved.
They were originally going to have a two hour delay.
I sat with my coffee and shook my head as I listened to the automatic phone message.
A two-hour delay combined with a two-hour early dismissal
would give us three hours of school with classes only twenty minutes long.
A lot of gas burned up in vehicles, especially the buses
for three hours of school
on a day when it was still raining.
Sense somehow crawled out from the corners in someone's brain
and they canceled.
Seneca Lake is flooded folks.
A lot of staff and students live around Seneca Lake.
Flood waters are dangerous.
Seems to me to be a "Duh!" moment.
But then I wouldn't want to be superintendent
or even principal,
so I will ease up.
I'm a bit disillusioned right now.
Can you tell?!
The boy got off without any punishment.
I was told I over-reacted.
I'm letting this halt in mid-writing,
because I don't like saying or writing negative stuff
and I'm still processing.
I've taken it to God
"to the throne not the phone"
as Joyce Myers says.
In my case, it's "to the throne not the Internet."
I think I need to get back in a church.
That's a huge step for me.
I've tried and I've faltered.
I will try again.
Or I should say, I will DO it, not just TRY.
Thanks to the Linda of the need rain zone,
I'm enjoying hymns again
and missing singing them (with others).
I sing them at the computer with a cup of coffee in my hand
while I fellowship with George the cat and God.
However, I'm getting the definite sense that God wants me to fellowship
with flesh and blood ---with folks just like me and some not like me.
Oh what He is asking of me!
I guess Easter is a good place to start.
I'm okay, friends, just dealing with 'stuff,'
but I'm dealing, not sleeping it away.
I'm eating right too.
I'm exercising too.
I'm seeking God.
So seriously, I'm good.
Not great, but good.
And for a sufferer of chronic depression,
good is acceptable.
I'm grateful for "good."
From The Mother's Topical Bible
the chapter "When You Need Personal Comfort"
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith;
who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross,
despising the shame,
and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Part of Imperfect Prose on Thursdays