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Its been a struggle moving away. When I realized I had spent too much time as Lots wife did in looking back, I tried to repent of it and seize each day but that too was a struggle. I wasn’t sure why we were here but here is where we are. And then God used a day where I missed my daily bible reading which caused my tracking to reset to zero. Then as I saw the literal 0, He impacted me that I, us, our life, our plans, etc are all now at 0. Not in restarting, nor starting over, but completely empty and finally in His total will. whew! Zero… not a bad thing for it reflects the infinite potential and divine creative capacity. I read that “Zero is also a symbol of wholeness, representing the full cycle of life. It invites you to explore the vast possibilities within you, encouraging you to step into the infinite potential that resides within your soul. It stands for spiritual awakening, new beginnings, and the potential for spiritual growth.” Even as I am still uncertain where this all leads this I know… it will be interesting. btw… now that we have tweaked the many build issues and have put our stamp on the project … it is finally most def home-worthy 👍

Church shopping in our new area has begun. Last night we attended Ash Wednesday services in a town not to far from us. The church was originally built in 1906 - yay! my style! - and then rebuilt in 2007 and where beautiful it evoked the new and modern. Modern… new, not timeless, latest, present day, yah-da-yah-da… Uncertain now I walked to an empty pew, save a momma and her little girl at the other end, and looked about. The entrance hymn began and we were joined by two little boys who at last found their momma. Songs were sung that I have never heard before, children fidgeted, babies cried, I couldn’t hear the gospel readings, and I prayed. Well I tried. My thoughts were all over the place and kept going back to our last church of 20 some years, the Cathedral. Ancient. Original. Faith set in stone. Tissues always needed as my heart and soul was touched beyond this world. Children played, babies cried, but I never really “heard” them. Literally bumped by a child back to the present by a typical little one, I moved a bit to give him more room. Momma noticed. Shoot!! Now I am embarrassed that I embarrassed her. I suddenly felt old, very old. The kind of old that generates the “get off my lawn” persona. I saw it. I felt it. I prayed. I asked for help. And the Holy Spirit rose up and pinged my memory of once being a young momma taking two little ones to church paralleling the scenario that no liquid container is truly empty. There is always that last unpredictable drop that spills out regardless of how long you hold it upside down proving again that no one can fix normal. Children are children and the recycling container gets wet. And then we were asked to give the sign of peace to our neighbors and as I turned and smiled to momma, an even bigger smile peak out from behind her extending a little hand just as the grammy in me stepped over the crone and I said “well hi!!” and shook her hand. oh and yes we sure did get smudged! Everyone walked out looking like firefighters. lol! The ashes? Palms from the last Palm Sunday; blessed, burned and mixed with incense and holy water representing an outward sign of our repentance and accepting Christ’s forgiveness.

Lighting up the unfiltered cigarette, she said, “He who lives trusting dies betrayed is the cattle call for those afraid to live before they die” as she emptied a half can of Aquanet on her hair so the wind wouldn’t mess it. -Denise Dahlheimer Why do we think its okay to believe what we are told? I was drawn to write on the simplicity of ones belief system. And how is yours? I just came off a reminder lesson that even as Jesus seeks out the 1, the rest of us 99 matter just as much to Him.

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