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Crashing, hard, fast.  I... had things on my to do list that just didn't get done.  I couldn't make it, couldn't remember, couldn't hold on.  Half the dishes were dried and put up.  The other half are still soaking, but in a rinse.  I did... three quarters, if you could two loads, with a wash and rinse.

No laundry started or needing dried.  Meat is thawing, should have plenty, tomorrow.  Or tonight, really.  Will check them, now, come to think of it.  If it is thawed, I don't want it out very long.  Hungry, very hungry.  I'll eat tonight.  Well, and the next few days.  Hungry.  If more in the mind than belly.

It is 88 out there.  Could get hotter, or not.  Some sort of weather system, or... phenomena, has moved in.  Hazy.  Still, 88 is warm enough to really be considered hot.  I haven't seen much hotter, but then I haven't been awake later in the afternoon, for a while.

On to bed.

Odd vids keep popping.  This next?  Yes, it's... the little things.  Can't arrest Biden, not us little people.  But can keep going to church, or praying if church has... obviously... to us... gone astray.  We can continue to live as true and right as is in our hands, and reject what we know is false, evil, unfair, unkind... in the right and true ways.

Might not be able to change the world, but we can reject that which should be rejected, and accept and bolster that which is right.  Is that enough?  It won't change the world, or worldliness, of the evil.  But I think it buys time.  God said so.  I am a believer.

There are some who will and do still live, and die, for things they can't always, and don't necessarily understand.  But they believe.  And, the true ones are right.

There are others who will, if called upon or otherwise given seemingly no choice.  Some will never serve on their knees to a false government, will die for their people.  Kill, die, whatever is necessary, in it's time.  Does prophecy allow faith enough to allow death?  It sure may.  Amen.

Oh, I... know things.  I've... seen things, done things.  Even so, I was called and now believe, bend a knee... before we are all forced by laws of nature.  Given a grace.  But, yes, I... could blister your ears, mind.  Why called?  Maybe... for that very reason.  Best to find the lost one than manage the ninety nine, or even ninety nine hundred, or more, who are well settled?  More too it, but... there is that too.