The young man we hired to do some yard work yesterday was supposed to come by today to finish up the job. He did come back, but this time he brought with him an African American friend, supposedly his assistant. Before they could start working they needed money to buy gas for their chainsaw. He didn’t have a bank account or whatever, and asked me to make the check in his friend's name. I made a check in the amount of $120.00 in his friend’s name—whom neither possessed a bank account, but knew someone who could cash it for them. They never returned, never saw them again, and I don’t know if I ever want to anyways.
I am a creature of trust. Naive, and inexperienced in the ways of this world. We haven’t put up a fence in our little cottage yet and were not planning to, but we don’t know how people behave in these parts of the country and many of our possessions are well exposed in the front and backyard. We never had any problem leaving stuff outside back at the house in the roses, but we’re not there any longer. I don’t know what to do about my check.
Last Thursday, the garage door technician, an older man in his late 60s, came by to check on our door. Both the garage door and the device which opens and closes it had stopped working. It didn’t take long before Jerry ad I had become acquaintances. He talked. I listen to the story of his life as I silently prayed for God’s blessings upon him. Before Jerry said his goodbyes he asked me to close my eyes and open my hand. I did what I was told, expecting perhaps a candy? But it wasn’t a candy. When I opened my eyes a red stone-like a pure drop of blood laid in the palm of my hand. Confused, I didn't know what to think, or say. Until Jerry explained: “This is to remind you of Christ’s blood—shed on your behalf, because He simply loves you”. I now keep this little treasure in a very special place.
I changed the look of the front porch this morning. I was planning on getting a couple of rocking chairs to put out there, but they’re expensive, and it’s hard to tell how long they would last there… so I changed my mind this morning. Took out the furniture I had there and replaced them with the old settee I had in the backyard. I think it looks lovely. I ate my lunch there today… cabbage, cucumber, avocado and some water tuna salad, dressed in an olive oil and lemon vinaigrette. A mango for dessert. It felt so peaceful there listening to the birds in their about and around the little white cottage.