Dear Friends,

 

We have had a good week:  I’ve worked much of the week; Charlie got a 90 on his Anatomy exam (we haven’t heard what the average on this one was, but the previous one—for which this one also counts for him—was a 73);  and Shayley wrote a poem in a math competition!

 

I’m moving slow and deliberately, but am gradually gaining ground. Got to take a few photos this week, all are within 10 steps of the vehicle, except for a few made Saturday in Floyd where Shayley and I visited briefly. I ‘ve just posted some of the photos at 3martins.com.

 

Now that I’ve learned to avoid dairy, my gastro system has settled down a lot. I hope this won’t be a permanent loss of dairy products, as garden season is almost over, and I’ve also tried to cut back on red meat. What’s a country gal to eat? Yep, beans, I reckon.

 

Sorry I haven’t written much for awhile. I guess it’s a sign I’ve been able to do other things more. Shayley and I started reading the first Nancy Drew book last night. I have never read one before.

 

Today was Reformation Sunday at church. It was good to be reminded how blessed we are that we have personal copies of Scripture these days and that we need not depend on a hierarchy to read it for us. Moreover, that we have the greatest High Priest—Jesus—who is pure and incorruptible and ready to meet each of us with love and forgiveness.

 

I find myself in increasing need of that forgiveness—in no small measure for tending to judge others whose shoes I have not walked in. I find it too easy to paint people with broad brush strokes of good or bad, and disengage if I deem them the latter. Everyone I have ever met has some good about them. And if one looks deep enough, one finds some manor of disagreement or divergence of values or opinions or perspectives with others. What are we to do? It’s not a mystery, I guess. I’m reminded of the Scripture that reminds us to work on ourselves foremost before fussing over others. And I’m reminded to pray for help with that rather than trying to conquer it by sheer force of will.  Reformation, of one, begins here.

 

Thank you for your continuing prayers.

 

Love,

Lydeana

Cellar or spring house across the road