November 3rd, 2014

the spiritual food of the soul is a free gift of Christ

It is 8:15 AM Monday morning. My blood stream is flowing. My heart continues to beat. Life continues to scream. The sun is shining this morning.

I once again got up this morning at 5:15 AM. This time change is a real killer! So I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and made coffee with the last coffee beans. I need to get coffee beans this morning. Down the street from us is Simpatico Coffee cafe. Simpatico sells coffee beans from Mexico. We have been buying for a couple of years Simpatico coffee beans. We grind our own coffee beans. I never drank coffee until a couple of years ago. For years I just drank coke and sometimes a cup of tea. I stopped drinking soda pop and now drink coffee and water. I also have a cup of tea at night usually. Carol and I lately have been making only one pot of coffee a day.

So I got up this morning and made coffee. I dozed for awhile in the living room half awake and half asleep. A picture of an old man sleeping in his easy chair waiting for the Angel of Death to carry him away to glory/new creation.

I made myself a small pot of oatmeal for breakfast. I have lost 11 pounds since I cut back on food products/started a diet. After breakfast I wrote in my paper diary. Now I am writing in my three blogs. Existence keeps decaying. "For we know that if our earthly house, this tent, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed with our habitation which is from heaven" 2 Corinthians 5:1,2.

It is good to remember that the apostle Paul was a man and lived the life of a man-a Christian man/ a new creation in Christ. I can relate to the life of the apostle Paul because he was a man like me. We have the same values and perspective on existence in this world. I have the same world and life view as the apostle Paul. We interpreted existence the same way. We both have the mind of Christ Jesus.

Well, it is another day. I suppose I will close to have my morning devotions. I should take Rudy a walk someplace this morning. The problem is there is no where to go where I will feel safe. It is a dangerous world.

Musing on my habitation,
Musing on my heav’nly home,
Fills my soul with holy longings:
Come, my Jesus, quickly come;
Vanity is all I see;
Lord, I long to be with Thee!
Lord, I long to be with Thee!
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six months in the Sandwich Islands

It is in the blood flow 1:29 PM Monday afternoon. The sky has turned gray this afternoon.

I did find the courage to leave my hermit hut this morning. I got coffee beans and then took Rudy for a walk at Kollen Park. On the way home I stopped at our Credit Union to get money and then visited two thrift stores. I found these used books this morning to throw on the heap-

"Washington" a memoir by Meg Greenfield (Meg Greenfield wrote this book in secrecy at the end of her life.)

Meg Greenfield

"Washington" by Meg Greenfield

"Death In Belmont" true crime journalism by Sebastian Junger (Sebastian Junger, the author of the book, "The Perfect Storm", which was made into a movie.)

a book review "Death In Belmont" by Junger

"Reappraisals: Reflections Of The Forgotten Twentieth Century" essays by Tony Judt

Tony Judt

"Six Months in the Sandwich Islands" a Victorian travel book by Isabella L. Bird (First printed in 1881 and reprinted many times since. I collect travel books.)

"Franklin & Lucy: President Roosevelt, Mrs. Rutherfurd, and the Other Remarkable Women in His Life" biography by Joseph E. Persico (I bought this biography to ADD to my President Franklin Roosevelt Collection.)

When I got home I ate lunch, messed with our main computer and wrote in my paper diary. I have been reading this afternoon "Laura Worholic or, The Sexual Intellectual" by Alexander Theroux.

Before I left the house this morning I called Carol to see how her night went taking care of little Josie our granddaughter.

Well, not much else to report so I will close to drift aimlessly in the flow of divine Providence.

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