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December 9, 2019
7:05 am

Good morning, Father! Thank you for the good night of sleep, going to bed early and able to get back up by 5am to enjoy the balmy 63 degree weather, before it dips to 60 by sunrise, lol. I even have walked over to the laundry facilities and begun my load of laundry, walking across the field in the “dark”. Although I have to say that it never seems all that DARK to me here… only out on the spillway where I slept overnight on the rocks by the waterfall cascades. Yet even at the darkest hour out there, it never seemed pitch-black. I don’t know how much better than average I can see in the dark, but it sure surprised me when a friend of ours fell over my Mate’s minibike… and I could see it so plainly that I honestly, sincerely thought he was just teasing me, joking around. What a shocker, that. THANK YOU, Lord, for always giving me a HOME in your creation, even at night, starting when I was only 3 or 4 years old and used to sneak out of the house once my sisters fell asleep. We were way out in the country, with buildings much farther apart than here, and I still could see my way across the yard, under the fence, and down the hill to the little grove alongside the tiny creek. I knew the lay of the land and there were no big dangers like holes in the ground — like there are all around the spillway here! I did NOT walk around freely out THERE after dark — it’s tricky enough during the day! :O For the curious, HERE’S A VIDEO that I made of the spillway, and I think there is at least another one, on my YouTube channel… and my apologies for my neglect of my channels. Video production is something I very much enjoy, but just doesn’t find it’s way into my priority list often. Perhaps after this new site (FranLaff.com) is finally built to a point where I feel more relaxed and can spend more time on other things… or if the faithful Shepherd leads me in the direction of videos once again… :-)

Ecclesiastes 12:1-7 ERV

Remember your Creator while you are young, before the bad times come—before the years come when you say, “I have wasted my life.” Remember your Creator while you are young, before the time comes when the sun and the moon and the stars become dark to you—before problems come again and again like one storm after another. At that time your arms will lose their strength. Your legs will become weak and bent. Your teeth will fall out, and you will not be able to chew your food. Your eyes will not see clearly. You will become hard of hearing. You will not hear the noise in the streets. Even the stone grinding your grain will seem quiet to you. You will not be able to hear the women singing. But even the sound of a bird singing will wake you early in the morning because you will not be able to sleep. You will be afraid of high places. You will be afraid of tripping over every small thing in your path. Your hair will become white like the flowers on an almond tree. You will drag yourself along like a grasshopper when you walk. You will lose your desire, and then you will go to your eternal home. The mourners will gather in the streets as they carry your body to the grave. Remember your Creator while you are young, before the silver rope snaps and the golden bowl is crushed like a jar broken at the well, like a stone cover on a well that breaks and falls in. Your body came from the earth. And when you die, it will return to the earth. But your spirit came from God, and when you die, it will return to him.

Lord, I thank you for making me to know you as Creator when I was VERY young — before I even had a word like “God” to use, and I only thought of you as something similar to “He who OWNS all this”. Thank you for the beautiful morning air trickling in my window right now, and thank you for my simple, frugal life that allows me to live peacefully with my Mate, slowly building my new website, struggling to be patient with that process, but content to just follow your lead, and accept your timing. Thank you for the ongoing process of healing and growth, and thank you for your Spirit that sustained me when I was that tiny, abused little child — and all through my life until I am the maturing woman I am today. Thank you for your life-giving Word, and thank you for the peace with the Father, provided through the death of the Son on the cross. Thank you for your awesome patience and mercy, Lord. Amen.

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