June Eighteenth; Its About Heart.

Today had a unique  beginning. That started just after midnight to be precise.

I knew that the people who have firewood for me were arriving around seven this morning to borrow the wood splitter. That meant I needed to be up by six to be ready and close to  some form of  functioning. I set my alarm clock and went to bed. I lay there for a few moments then decided to set the alarm on my phone. I have never done this before, so I wasn’t even sure how to do this simple act. Turns out it was very easy and even though at that moment I had no idea what the alarm would be, I felt accomplished.

 I also woke up once an hour to check the time. When the alarm did finally go off on my phone, which was a nice tune, I woke, but was struggling. I did manage to get the dogs out, well one of them, Bella is still being Diva of her domain. I got respectfully dressed and managed to get my contacts in without feeling as if I had just driven a spike through my eye. (I wear rigid contacts, that to me, if they don’t go in right I am in agony trying to get it back out quickly.) 

When the message came that they would be here soon, I grabbed the key and stepped out on the porch to watch for them. When they arrived I walked down to the building and part two of the fun began.

The trailer hitch on their vehicle was too big. The splitter wouldn’t fit. Turns out dad had one that was right, but the trick was getting the wrong one off. After trying for a while, they decided to go home where they had more tools available and then return. In the end, they came back in their son’s truck because he could get the ball on his hitch switched out easier. We -meaning they- hooked up the splitter and were preparing to go. We did chat for a bit, probably longer than they intended as today is supposed to get very warm. I did remember to share the instructions I had been given over that wood splitter as to use the choke before trying to start it and don’t push it too hard because its old.

I shared that as I had mentioned my dad forgets things sometimes. Even though I had told him it was only for today, he wanted to know if they were keeping it over night. No dad, just a few hours. Mom was all excited and had to share that one of the two missing kittens had returned. Not her favorite but there was still hope. I didn’t get a photo as it was skittish and hungry, not in a mood to be approached by some seemingly giant human. Remember though, mom doesn’t really like cats, but if she did, she would like the one that hasn’t came back as of this writing. 

A lot went into the making of today, and it isn’t over yet. I was approached about the wood. I asked permission to borrow the splitter. My nephew checked it out for me. Then all of the above. Now they have it and will be working on splitting the wood down to manageable size. Load it all on a trailer and deliver it to me. I will help unload as its only right. I did offer to help with the splitting but dad, son and grandson pretty much had it covered. 

The point to sharing this, is simple. As Christians we are instructed to take care of the widows and orphans: https://www.gotquestions.org/orphans-and-widows.html

Since my husband died, there have been many times that we have been taken care of and been provided for in times of need. We have not been abandoned and forgotten. People have checked on us, though not as often as we have been getting by well. Yet, as in this situation, they know that we heat with wood, and are providing what sounds to be a healthy amount.

Sharing from their plenty. I know the verse about ‘those who have been given much..” https://www.gotquestions.org/much-given-required.html

I for a long time in ignorance always thought of it in material wealth, but as the article said, it is not just in material things, but in all things. You may not have money, but a strong back and can help with physical needs. You may not have money, but have great compassion. You may have talent with children and can tutor. You may have a great heart for the elderly. A heart for charity causes and talents toward raising needed items and help. It isn’t about money, not always. It is about heart.

And I am thankful.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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