Pull Of Life
I suppose I should post something here since that last post could leave folks a little depressed.
Life is good...we have some challenges, but we're confronting them and otherwise I'm really too busy for "leisure writing." Work...the Spurs...trying to start some new ventures...the Spurs...dealing with some car issues which I don't want to dwell upon except to pass along the advice that if you loan someone your car, and it blows up...I'd suggest you not let the same person choose "their mechanic friend" to "fix it."
One of our "Upper Room Ministry" guests, who has since disappeared, let his mechanic friends "work" on my car. After giving these friends several hundred dollars I finally found the remnants of the car and had it towed back home. Not sure if it's reparable but at least I have possession of it. Occasionally the chief "mechanic" on the team I refer to as "Drunk and Drunker" drops by and says he's working on it. I see an oil slick on my driveway. Amy swears she's actually seen him at least once working on the car.
One of our other upper room ministry guests is apparently here for the long haul. It's not like we could throw her out...not with a face like this.
That's Gabby...or Gypsy or Shiloh, depending on who is claiming ownership of her. It appears our steady and "stable" upper room guest "Scott" is going to keep her, which is probably the best thing for her. If not, I'm assuming she'll just become part of the household. She's only a few months old, and her heritage is subject to some debate.
I think her face looks like there's Irish Wolfhound in her, which may make me rethink my sanity (not something I need to do, believe me) but Scott think she's terrier, and maybe part lab. She doesn't seem to be growing too much, although the size of her feet do scare me a bit. This photo doesn't adequately show the paws size in relation to Gabby's body...but suffice it say, they are still a little large for her general stature.
As we wait to see how big she grows, she's providing a lot of entertainment for all of us, and in truth is probably the best behaved dog in the house. Winston and Avery have grown accustomed to her and she's learning how to deal with their possessive quirks...she outruns them.
She's also learning not to be intimidated, as demonstrated by the short quickly produced video below with which I'll leave you because...the Spurs are about to play.
Go Spurs!
Labels: Upper Room Ministry
posted by Michael
©The Main Point by Michael Main
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3 Comments:
Good to find you still alive. We just experienced "sudden death" with our primary vehicle also, but have already seen God move in such circumstance. "Ministry" isn't really what most people might think it to be, is it....
I wonder if it is time for you and Amy to hang up the "upper room" ministry gig, and concentrate, instead, on yourselves, your doggies, your home, your new ventures... all of us inhabit a little lifeboat in that big, vast ocean called life, and if you overload it, it will swamp, and sink, and all hands on board run a very good risk of drowning... FWIW
I've wondered that too..quite often. Not only about the "Upper Room" ministry but all sorts of things we feel called to abide in with our God.
That selfishness thing certainly always seems a lot easier.
I mean, take for example Church...such a hassle really...getting up on Sundays...then there's that trying to be Christ-like thing, I mean...come on! Praying? Think of the TV we could watch if we didn't spend time praying...and I mean the Bible, pretty much got the gist of it....why keep going back? There's a Cliff note version I'm sure.
If I believed I was in charge of our little life boat, we wouldn't ever have left shore...
Heck, we've sunk repeatedly and we'll sink again...no one promised us anything different, nor did we expect it. We've even deliberately stepped out of the boat...how nuts is that?
Crazy stuff...this Christianity thing....
FWIW
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