One of my favorite books is "And To Think It Happened on Mulberry Street" by Dr Suess. The boy "sees" (imagines) all sorts of fantastic things on his way home from school, and yet when he gets home his father shoots down his wonderful imaginations. When you "run away from home", you meet all sorts of people and go all sorts of places. So far, Ween and I are doing great, and it has been a great adventure.
God is such a great God. He told me in Israel (1992) that He would take care of me, if I let Him. I was "forced" to do just that this week. Bob and I have separated and I have moved out of the apartment. Big move for me, and yet I felt it was the thing to do. It's a long story so I won't bore you with the details, suffice to say, I thought I didn't have any place to stay. Charles could not take me in because of Wiener, and it's very hard to find a place to stay in Orlando when you are in an entirely different place geographically. I gave it all to God, which I should always do and don't.
He woke me up "early" this morning with the realization that I have an apartment to live in. I am not scheduled to leave there until Nov 1, so I can actually move back into the apartment when I return to Orlando and stay there until my one bedroom apartment is ready. How simple! And, He didn't reveal this to me until I spoke the words, "He has always taken care of me, and He will continue to do that." He is so patient. Why should I be amazed? He loves me, unconditionally. (Wiener is a lot like that).
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