I’m sad this evening because my husband determined that we are not in a position to foster a dog. He thinks I will try to keep every dog we bring home. We are renters and we move a lot, and he is concerned that we won’t find a rental when we move again. I feel so bad because there are dogs that really need help, and I want to help them. But this is submission. If you only follow your husband’s leadership when you agree with him, then you don’t really submit at all. I am upset, but I cannot disobey my husband. That said, I am donating again after the 1st to at least help pay to board a dog since I cannot take the dog into my home. It’s heartbreaking. I just have to remember that one day, we will be able to stop moving and own our own home. I just wish that day was today.
Prior to my husband saying no, we had a good day. We went to a new (to us) church. Our exchange student L is not a believer, but she kindly came with us. The people were not super friendly, but it still felt good to be there because I got to take communion. I have not gotten to take Communion in so long. They used bread and wine. I am used to grape juice because we used to be Methodist. The wine was bitter. But taking Communion again was good. Once, during the Covid shut downs, I longed so much for Communion that I called church after church to find out who was brave enough to open up and do Communion. Have you ever longed for Communion? It is a strange yearning.
I think the Lord was working on my heart today. At church we got stuck sitting in the foyer because it was so packed. I was trying to hear the sermon, and two women would not stop talking. My human reaction was to say, “Would you please shut up? I’m trying to hear.” And you know what? That would’ve been fair because they were keeping those of us in the foyer from learning anything from the sermon. But instead, I stayed gentle and quiet. I held my tongue. I am practicing radical softness. The Lord may not want me being that blunt with other people at the church. The Holy Spirit convicted me to be quiet. I just wish He had said the same to them.
We had cheeseburgers for lunch, and then we watched a science fiction movie I love – The Thing. Now the girls are upstairs baking and trying to make slime. I hope L is having a good time here. Yesterday we took her to a national park. C and the girls did some rock climbing and hiking while I relaxed in the woods or by the stream in my wheelchair. I actually got to cover a lot of ground because C pushed my wheelchair down as many gravel paths as were accessible. He took me to the falls.
Life at Home 