Todd left this morning to do yard work for Jeanette, and he came home with cat food, bread and soda. I did not ask him where he got the money, but I have a feeling he borrowed it from Ernest because Jeanette already paid him for the yard work at the beginning of the month.
Eight days until the end of the month and counting. I hope we make it. The bag of cat food Todd got was not very big. LOL- I just got an image of the cat food expanding like the bread and the fish did on the Mount of Olives when Jesus was speaking to the crouds. I know it is unrealistic to expect that, but if we are careful not to put down more food than the cats will eat, it just might last. If it doesn't, I am sure that Jehovah will make some other provisions for us.
The feral black cat we have been feeding and taming has not been around for three days now, and I am really worried about him. I hope he is okay. If he has been hit by a car, all the prayers in the world won't help him, but if he was trapped and and taken to the SPCA, I pray that he was adopted, and if he is lost, I pray that he will find his way back to us.
I have an essay due tomorrow. I have to pray for clarity so that I can understand the material I read and organize it in a way that makes sense in my essay.
Our neighbor came over tonight and asked for help. She said she was having an anxiety attack, and she was stuck at home alone with three children all under the age of seven. Tate went over just to talk with her and try to help her with the kids, and then Graham went over to play with her oldest son, because Graham is her oldest son's hero. Graham came home after about an hour, and Tate came home a half hour after that. He lent her his Ipod. She said listening to the music made her feel better.
I feel really bad for her. She seems like such an easy going hippy-type person, I never dreamed she had an anxiety disorder. It may be due to PPD (postpartum depression). Her youngest one is only a year-and-a-half or so old. When I was going through PPD, I had terrible panic and anxiety attacks. She is a young and beautiful woman, and has one of those voices that makes me think she should be a kindergarten teacher; it's all sweet and sing-songy. I don't even know her name, but I need to add her to my prayers.
I also need to take time to thank Jehovah for the continued peace we have enjoyed between Todd and Tate. It is so easy to forget to thank our Creator for the things he does for us, but when I think back to just a few weeks ago when Todd and Tate were going at each other, fist fights every other day, I am so very thankful that they have stopped.
Eight days until the end of the month and counting. I hope we make it. The bag of cat food Todd got was not very big. LOL- I just got an image of the cat food expanding like the bread and the fish did on the Mount of Olives when Jesus was speaking to the crouds. I know it is unrealistic to expect that, but if we are careful not to put down more food than the cats will eat, it just might last. If it doesn't, I am sure that Jehovah will make some other provisions for us.
The feral black cat we have been feeding and taming has not been around for three days now, and I am really worried about him. I hope he is okay. If he has been hit by a car, all the prayers in the world won't help him, but if he was trapped and and taken to the SPCA, I pray that he was adopted, and if he is lost, I pray that he will find his way back to us.
I have an essay due tomorrow. I have to pray for clarity so that I can understand the material I read and organize it in a way that makes sense in my essay.
Our neighbor came over tonight and asked for help. She said she was having an anxiety attack, and she was stuck at home alone with three children all under the age of seven. Tate went over just to talk with her and try to help her with the kids, and then Graham went over to play with her oldest son, because Graham is her oldest son's hero. Graham came home after about an hour, and Tate came home a half hour after that. He lent her his Ipod. She said listening to the music made her feel better.
I feel really bad for her. She seems like such an easy going hippy-type person, I never dreamed she had an anxiety disorder. It may be due to PPD (postpartum depression). Her youngest one is only a year-and-a-half or so old. When I was going through PPD, I had terrible panic and anxiety attacks. She is a young and beautiful woman, and has one of those voices that makes me think she should be a kindergarten teacher; it's all sweet and sing-songy. I don't even know her name, but I need to add her to my prayers.
I also need to take time to thank Jehovah for the continued peace we have enjoyed between Todd and Tate. It is so easy to forget to thank our Creator for the things he does for us, but when I think back to just a few weeks ago when Todd and Tate were going at each other, fist fights every other day, I am so very thankful that they have stopped.
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