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I could not quite pry myself up and over to my bed. I know when it is not quite time. And though winding down, I decided to do more than just tinker. Wasting time is no longer an option in my new busy life. Instead I found the links to my old colleges, searched for the transcript request forms, downloaded the three that had them for that, and was able to fill one of them out before printing it. Well, minus the signature. I need to place a call for that last one. As well, I have filled out most of the application to attend USU this spring. The online form rejects my high school's registration number and a few other items, so I will probably have to call and then visit the school. How is that for productivity? Some of the application required a bit of creativity and some research. I am surprised at what I am able to accomplish these days, if I am still an ant to mainstream folk, I was much less before.
Now, however, it is time to sleep. I did take the Lisinopril too. I will try to rise early, tomorrow, just to begin getting into that manner of living. Rising by 9:00 or 10:00 is my temporary goal. I have many things I am working on and that extra day time will help. I am hoping for contact back from my newest renter to be.
Tomorrow, though it is technically a day of rest, I hope to finish the request for transcript forms and have them either in the mail or ready to mail. To whit I need stamps and envelopes. I would also like to stop at the police station for those formalities. I need to correct an appointment mistake, I am scheduled for an appointment with podiatry on the Monday of the Labor Day three day weekend, a definite mistake. Laundry needs cleaned if I do not get to it tonight. I will probably be driving my neighbor to the store in order for him to buy milk and maybe somewhere else as well. I think there are a few other minor things but they are not coming to me. I should start making lists and prioritizing. I am becoming a very busy man.
On Friday I will be driving to Ogden for blood work. I may go shooting when I get back, or fishing. But Saturday is a day of rest. Maybe Sunday too. Then back at it like a lumber jack with a chain saw Monday. You know, I just might make it. I just might pull it off. I might really pick up my crutches, put them under my arm, and simply walk into a new healthy world. Who would have guessed? And all because I had some silly dreams of mountains, cold wind, and snow which ended up leading me here, several years after they manifested my resolve. Those were some powerful dreams. I really had to work to rise from the depths to follow them, and it took a small army of friends who worked their tails off to get me launched toward Utah. I savor the dreams to this day. In the winter, in the mountains, I will find my truth, and maybe my life and health. And I am dearly terribly wonderfully grateful for friends, dear, hardworking, good friends.
Good night. Dream wise dreams, whether you are of little faith or completely devoid of a lack of faith. God speaks if we will but listen. Shhhh... Rest well.
Indeed he does talk to us, though not directly, well at least not to me. Then again even if he did speak to us directly, we won't listen.
ReplyDeleteTrue enough, MK. And, as with those dreams, in spite of the meaning (to me) being quite clear, my simple description and the read dreams themselves did not have a "move to Utah" indication anywhere in them. Though powerful, moving in some personal way, I could not tell you what made them so powerful to me. I cannot even say that was literally a message from God. I saw no angels or any of the Holy Trinity, and like I said, no words where to be heard.
ReplyDeleteThe closest I have gotten to hearing God's own voice was when I was praying that a woman I was with would be faithful. At that time, I was viewing online porn. Something other than me said, within the confines of my mind "And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?".
So startled was I by that, so surprised, and really so unsettled, that I gave surrendered, yielding my beam and ending my porn thing. That was years before I joined the Church, too. And, once the beam was gone from my eye, my "vision" got better in other ways. I no longer saw what I had wondered was a speck in my 'sisters' eye.
Well, that is as close to a speaking to God, or urhm, listening to Gog, as I get. I know, I keep talking about that. But to me, it was so strong. And, that whole thing made me reconsider my standing with God. What else, I had to wonder, was I getting terribly wrong.
I certainly approach many things much differently than how I used to. I try to be much more humble and open to His graces and ways rather than my own. Father corrects. I think if we are to see something terribly wrong (though not hurtful to others in a way which would require us to act), all we can do is privately discuss it with the participant if we know or dare, and then (or simply) avoid that person or group at least if when they engage is such activity. Perhaps praying for them too.
Something like that. It complicated life in my old ways and forced me to look for more righteous ways.