What a Blessing!

On Saturday, someone we know very generously brought over a trackhoe that he rented. He needed it for himself, but brought it over to us first. With his help, we got a huge amount of work done on the creek crossing. (The pics are still in the camera.)

He left the trackhoe here overnight and all day Sunday for Dave to continue working on the crossing, the driveway and on some of the trenching we needed to do to protect the meadow and our driveway from being washed out again.

When he came to pick it up, he finished a trench that Dave had started. He is used to using it and so much faster. We are very grateful. I will get pics up when I can.

The Gifts of Yahweh/God!

It says in the Bible that every good and perfect gift comes from the Father of lights. I was thinking of that today.

Yahweh/God gives us gifts in so many ways. I like to think of every good thing that happens, or that comes my way, as being a gift from Him to me. A love gift. He uses many different means for delivering these gifts.

It could be a smile on someone's face that brightens my day.
It could be the sun shining in a clear blue sky.
It could be gentle breezes that blow on a hot day.
It could be the beauty of pure white snow covering the meadow.
It could be people reaching out to include a mother and son who feel very isolated.
It could be a ladybug on my curtain inside the RV.
It could be the blessing of people who simply express that they care.
It could be a phone call, or email, or post from a friend.
It could be warm place on a cold day.
It could be a cool place on a hot day!
It could be a laundry room.
It could be a hand outstretched in welcome.
It could be a prayer from someone.
It could be a surprise tax return.

So many things are gifts. So many delivery methods. All from our Abba/Father.

Thank You, Abba, for Your many gifts. Please bless each and every person who comes to read here. Help them to see the many gifts that You bring to them. Most of all...may they see the gift of Yeshua/Jesus. Amen and amen!

One Flat Tire & Three Blessings!

Ahhh...rural living. It really hits you when you have a flat tire! We don't have road service...can't afford it. I had an appointment in "town" after Dave got home. Afterward, I ran into the grocery store. I came back out to a flat. Ugh!

Naturally, the first thing I did was to call Dave. He was about 15 miles away with no way to get to me. Thankfully, it was still light out. He tried to call some people who might be able to help me...no small feat since we are still so new to the area.

In the meantime, I went back inside, at my honey's suggestion, to see if anyone inside could help. Sure enough, they sent a fine, strapping young lad out to help. He seemed more than willing. BUT, the back of the van was so filled with stuff all tangled together that we could not find the jack handle. In fact, we had difficulty getting to the jack itself.

Well, when we could not find the handle, there was nothing he could do, so he went to call the official guy who does this for people. Thing is...we were broke. I had just bought groceries and had nothing left. So, I had to tell him to call the guy back and tell him not to come.

Now, having PTSD, it does not take a whole lot to push me over the emotional edge. So, here I sit in the parking lot, with a flat tire and groceries, on the phone with Dave, toolboxes on the ground. Needless to say, I was in tears and not at my best. Dave had been calling people...but no one was available. They were either at work, sick or just plain unreachable.

I saw this guy pull up and get out. He has on a camo jacket and heads into the store. My first thought, because he pulled up right next to me, was that maybe it was the guy that was called. But he walks by me and into the store. I stood at the back of the van trying to dig through stuff and get it organized in the hopes of finding the jack handle.

Next thing I know I hear a voice behind me asking if I could use some assistance. I tried to get a grip and turned around to see the guy in the camo jacket with another guy standing there. It turned out that they work together. Through my tears I just told them that I had no money. They said it did not matter and would I like them to change my tire. Wow!

I was floored...and so grateful. One guy did not live far from there, so he went home and got a floor jack while the other one started to loosen the lug nuts. While they were working on the tire, a friend who used to manage the RV park where we stayed before we got onto the land showed up. Dave had gotten hold of her, but her hubby had the flu. She figured she would at least come and stay with me until help could be found. So, I had three people there with me, one of which I knew. What a blessing!