As Charles Dickens wrote many years ago, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." So true today.
Family/sibling relationships have been fractured. Family/sibling relationships are in process.
The other morning I awoke with such peace and calm which continued into the morning following the usual protocol that consume time.
The evening prior, the sun having turned deep red as it was disappearing into the horizon, to have the moon in opposite direction rising to a similar color.
On checking the WH sky cam, I was astonished to find it lit up in Gold for one evening only. After that it all turned dark.
Saturday, we had an invigorating meeting, Psalm 23 in review, reminding that in the midst of all trials, God is there, in the shadows, providing, preserving, pardoning, saving, sustaining, and guiding. Sunday, I had a nice hour long conversation with my youngest brother, who is more like a son, as he is twenty years younger that I.
Mon. Sept. 27,2021
So, this morning as I was reading, I was reminded of how God re routes our plans and was reminded of an event in our family's life.
It just so happened that long ago when I was very young, our three adopted Mexican brothers, Roberto, Manuel, and Joaquin, were enroute to our village to attend school as their village did not have a school.
The Lord appeared to have revealed to their birth father that something bad was about to happen, so he sent the boys on ahead. He never made it to our house as he, being a devout christian, was murdered for his faith. Not too long after that, their mother passed away.
"If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor." ~Eleanor Roosevelt
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