In a month where I spent about
One thousand dollars less on food than normal,
Where almost all my wishes were put on a wish list,
And only necessities (and a few treats for a trip) bought,
We didn’t have nearly as much money left as I would have expected.
James comes to visit only occasionally.
But we sit up until late and talk for
Six to eight hours:
Sports, evangelism, prayer, relationships . . .
Anything that’s on our minds.
What a privilege and a joy.
Caleb finished copying all 26 sentences.
I wanted him to see the letterboxes for the next day,
So called him in to do one.
He did all nine on that page.
Then read them back.
He’s excited to read!
My sweet friend said,
“Wilson and I have always thought of you
As true and solid friends.”
And I thought later—
I do not express myself,
Those deeper emotions, in words.
I believe I feel love,
And show love,
But it doesn’t come out verbally.
This is a Natrum muriaticum tendency.
I made rice bowl for the boys for dinner,
Then ate a bowl myself.
It had some organic corn.
My face, almost immediately, turned red and angry.
This happened last weekend, too.
I usually eat corn almost every meal.
Time to give my body a break.
If I could study for
One year
And have clear direction
On how to give a life back . . .
What an investment!
What a privilege!
