My son is okay. He came by today to pick up something. Mozart was here--I was at work. Mozart told him what we expect for him to live here...and didn't make it easy for him to return. My son (who doesn't have a working car) was with a friend that Mozart didn't recognize. He picked up a change of clothes and left again. At least I know he's still alive, and for that, I'm thankful.
Today I had a usual challenging but fulfilling day in the Special Education class. Then I picked up the woman that I "caretake" and we went to the local museum of the town she lives in. It was facinating. I love local history. This town was at the end of a famous pioneer trail and many of its streets are named after the pioneers.
After that, I had to attend a meeting at the school district.
It feels good to be home. All is quiet. My youngest is working at his new job tonight, and the oldest is "somewhere" but okay.
He who dwells in the shelter of the most high will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord "my refuge and my fortress, My God, in whom I trust." Psalm 91:1-2
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I'm thankful he's ok. A friend and I have a saying and a promise we say to each other, While there's life there's HOPE.
and my verification word is whilst
Hi, I popped by from Willows blog and noticed you have a love for being outside. I used to ride a dirt bike, till they got burned in a fire.
Anyways, my thoughts are with you concerning your son. Keep trusting...and loving.
I thought I commented yesterday - I am truly losing my mind!
I'm glad you know where #1 son is. That is a big deal. Is he working now? And taking care of his legal stuff?
I love Ps. 91 :)
I have two special guest authors on my blog today talking about raising boys. Since we're both moms of boys, I thought I'd let you know. We just have to keep committing our children into God's hands...
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