The Wheat and the Tares (plus a link and a long dream)

Mark and I were just talking about the parable of the wheat and the tares, in terms of storing food.  We think that it's not just obedience to the call for preparedness that's important, but also our willingness to share when needful, maybe with those who didn't heed the call.  Will we have a willing heart?
Mark told me about the parable of the man who came to labor in the vineyard in the first hour, and another who came at the eleventh hour.  The master of the vineyard paid them both the same.  When the first laborer was upset, the master said, "What concern do you have with what I pay the other?  I kept my agreement with you."  (At least that's an approximation of what he said.)
What a wonderful lesson to think about!

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I got my meds, and it's heavenly to be in much less pain and be able to sleep!  Wow - the contrast really makes me appreciate how much relief I'm getting from my medications.  We are so fortunate to live when those things are possible, not to mention having many activities available for the home-bound nowadays!

Still not hearing anything on jobs, despite another phone call today.  We are convinced that Someone is doing a Jedi Mind Trick on people, until the right and proper time.  Seriously!

Also, I have a dr. appt. with my old dr. in Pocatello (a reallly good one), and I'll just pay someone to make the trip, 'cause I can't find someone right there in I.F.  I'm very happy with that decision.  My aide talked about driving me there, so maybe she'll do it.  I'd hate for someone to take me if they had to drag along their kids for that long trip! lol  (although Melinda did offer, but I'm cking. on other possibilities first).

I cked. my bld. sugar a bunch today.  I just keep my bag right by me all the time. : )  Mine has just stayed over 600 for the last couple of months - no wonder I feel so weak!  I'm taking an antibiotic that might help with that.  I hope so.  I know I sound like a blithering idiot, but I just don't want to go into all the things we've been doing to try to address this.  Trust me!

Oh, and Mark took his national test today, for licensing as an administrator.  All he knows at this point is that he passed it.  Yay!

Here's an entertaining link for you:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKH74pYp0no&feature=related

It's an 11 yr. old girl first, and then a 10 yr. old girl;  the first girl is from the US and the second from Sweden.  They each won their country's America's Got Talent show, and I think both are great.  The Swedish girl is sooo pretty, and this isn't even her best song (look up her audition - it was awesome).  The American girl would be great on Broadway.  Anyway, enjoy them!

I can't forget a dream I I had a couple of days ago.  It was very long and detailed, but one part stood out to me in particular.  I was a male, and I went to a Victorian community.  I had a host, and was seeing stories  actually happening, live in front of me (my Victorian gentleman-host told me the stories).

In this dream, I saw a creek where something mysterious had happened during a school picnic.  One or more  young men had drowned!  I saw that there was an angry, villainous-type man that was there, sneaking around before the picnic and then driving away, as soon as soon as it was noticed that some were missing.  That scene then shifted to a museum-type room that held the clues to a great mystery, connected with a murder.  I could touch objects and people, and the story connected with them would come to life.  In some instances, I interacted with them (I hadn't interacted with previous people in scenes.  This seemed much more like I was right there with them.)
A suspicious (of me) old woman joined my host, warning about the danger of showing me more, but my host let me keep looking around
Then I found a large book, and my host told me that it held all the clues about murder(s) that had taken place in that community.
Looking through the book, I came upon an illustrated lady that intrigued me for some reason.  I touched her pocket, on one side of her elaborate dress, and she came to life looking  just like the illustration.  She reminded me of Betty Davis enjoying the part of a fancy lady.  She kept a parasol in one hand and a kerchief in another, which she would hold to her face at times.
Some young men in suits and bowler hats came up and were talking to us.  One wanted to show me more, and he took me to a different part of the creek (or another creek).  These creeks were green and murky, btw, and very shallow in parts.  There were also deep drop offs that weren't apparent from the surface.  The young man showed me that the lady had gone with him  to the creek we were standing by (at this point I became the young man who telling me the story), and they had talked about artifacts that were in the water still, even near the edge, but it was scary to try to retrieve them.
The young man had assumed that the lady wouldn't even touch the water, but suddenly she reached in with her gloved hand and pulled out a cup and some other small objects.  She seemed to delight in the process - it was creepy and quite shocking to the proper young man.
Even so, the poor guy stayed with the lady, talking to her, and they carried her artifacts over to another area where there was a small waterfall.  They saw a man climb out of the water and go behind the waterfall and to the top of the cliff somehow.  It was all very mysterious, and they thought he must be involved in the murders somehow, at the very least.
Off to the right there was an area with a small home and a gypsy-/circus-type trailer.  The trailer was draped in dark velvet that hung from  two swoops on either side of the door, making the roof very curvy-looking.  She said she lived in the little trailer, all alone.
The man tried to persuade her to come back with him and he would get a house for her where she could be part of a regular community.  She seemed sad, and a little tempted, but then started to say no.
At that point, someone in the little home started shooting pink firework bombs at him.  They seemed fluffy, in a way, and they streaked through the night sky, aiming right at him.  It was an obvious attempt to chase him away.
We came out of the scene and back to the museum house.  I was "me" again, and I wanted to talk to the lady.  I touched her picture and she materialized.  I wanted her to help me solve the mystery, and she was quite willing.  We looked at the artifacts she had gathered, as well as the people in the room with us.  I thought we should pay more attention to them, as well as other people that we saw in different scenes.
She wanted me to quit looking in the book, but I told her that it contained important clues.  I wanted to solve the mystery, and I also wanted to take her back with me!
That's the way the dream ended.  I woke up with a yearning feeling.  I want to continue this dream, and there's a good chance I will, based on my history with episodic dreams. : D


On a change of subject, Tut is always so needy, and he pouts if he feels neglected.  He watches tv, sits on my wheelchair while I use the facilities (if you know what I mean), and sleeps right by us with his head on the pillow, waits near us while we eat, so he can lick the remains off the plate when we're done.  Soon he'll be reading books or talking, I'm sure. 


Well, that's all for now, folks.  Thanks for reading, and take care!

xoxoxo