OK, I'm totally bumped out. I mean... devastated. There was a HUGE thing on my heart for quite some time now and the dream just vanished. Totally dissipated and here I am. Depressed? Yes, most probably. I didn't lose it since it wasn't even mine in the first place, but a lot would have been determined by it. It's very unclear, I guess, but it should remain so. Pray for me though. That I would be patient and fully dependent in the Lord in the midst of it. I don't want to complain. Both Palma and Mom said that God did it with a purpose and in His timing He shall bring this to pass, if that's within His design. While I was mourning and at the same time rejoicing over nature's sympathy towards my pain (the Vermezo park is totally gloomy, with grey sky and autumn atmosphere all over the place) it all dawned on me.
It's thanksgiving day today! And I'm doing the shopping for my beloved, dear friends for a delicious thanksgiving meal! Not even Americans eat this proper Thanksgiving menu & I'm going to spend precious hours with these people and it's a day of rememberance of God's provision for us (ok, a good prophet always indentifies with the peoples s/he represents before God)!!! God, MY GOD is going to provide for me and He sees my situation. And IN EVERYTHING I'm supposed to be thankful to Him and let my requests be known to Him by giving Him thanks first! I think the battle is won. In my mind... how does that translate into the practicalities? Not really sure yet.
And the cornbread is ready. Now I'm peeling the boiled roots for the mashed potato and the turkey (breast) is seasoned and in its baking bag ready to be tossed into heat. Sorry if I disappointed you, but my humble company would never devour an entire turkey, with special regards to the fact that if it were my own cooking I wouldn't even eat any other parts!!! The cranberry sauce is in the fridge, Palma is bringing the pumpkin pie. And Jay & Beth are celebrating Thanksgiving next weekend!!!! Come on, could it be that I'm becoming more traditional than Americans themselves??? :) OK, not a real threat on that, but it's a good tradition I'm keen on celebrating. So all of ye' dear Ones, in the distant continent of immigrants and startup companies, we are 6-9 hours ahead of you in eating the harvest-memoirs. And I'm thankful. Really.
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