This morning I learned how to make tea from coffee. It’s really very simple when you know the secret. First pour a nice fresh pot of water into the water well. Then remove yesterdays used filter (not everyone cleans up immediately) and clean the filter holder and put in a new, clean fresh filter. Finally add your normal amount of beans. And turn it on. It will produce a tea like fluid that looks exactly like tea and takes somewhat like boiled dirt. If you prefer to actually have real coffee, grind the beans first. So much for today’s helpful gourmet hints.
I awoke in the muddle of the night with a tickling sensation on my face. I did not have to visit the restroom (unusual as that may be) and looked up through my blurry and groggy half open eyes to see ivy growing over a wood like wall. Since it was annoying me so I pulled it down disposing it in the moat by my bed. I didn’t get it all so I reached up to pull down the remaining few leaves I could still see hanging over the wall. When the root hit me in the face, it was a strange substance unlike anything I’ve had on my face before. The root felt like it dented rather than breaking apart and spreading everywhere. It seemed like I was in my own bed but I could not recall a wall with ivy growing anywhere near me. None of this frightened me, but caused wonder and confusion. Maybe I wasn’t in my own bed? What was this ivy doing in my bedroom? I then turned over and went back to sleep. The tickling was over.
I didn’t even remember the dream I had until I made my bed (a strange event as well). There on the floor (in the moat) was this plastic ivy stuck into a foam florist block from an arrangement of ivy that had been sitting on my dresser. I had killed the beast and left it in shambles. It is good to know I can protect myself even while sleeping and do it without completely waking up. Yeah!
After breakfast I worked to balance my checkbook. I went into panic mode when I saw that in my records I was short $18 and would then be charged $35 for the overdraft. The bank said I still have $15 – a difference of, well there was a big different when you have little to start with). I had bought a new pair of pants from Fred Meyer the day before. I wanted a new pair for the services on Saturday and Sunday.
Because I had not yet pulled any tags off, I got dressed and sped along to Freddie’s. I explained that I had to return the pants because if I didn’t I would be over drawn on my bank account. The nice Freddy lady refunded me in cash and I sped my way back to my bank to deposit $45 (my refund and what was left in my pocket). When the statement came out of the magic money machine on the wall of Albertson’s Grocery Store it told me I now had $85. What? I was confused. I had no idea what happened but decided to wait until Monday to try and figure it out. If that doesn’t work I will call my daughter to come help me. When I panic, my numerical dyslexia goes into overdrive. I need to back off and return to the problem when the panic is gone. That might be now, maybe tomorrow, but I have others things I need and want to focus on right now.
I’m actually getting excited about preaching this weekend. I absolutely loved the classroom (I hated grading papers). I want to spend tomorrow going over the message and refining it. I am praying for freedom and that I will get rid of the thoughts that I am no good, not fit for ministry, of no ministry value any longer. It’s gong to be a great return to my roots.
Now about the day I had. I can’t stop laughing (really smiling to myself). It was strange. But I liked it.
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