As I kept tossing the sheets over the tree, which has branches going in assorted directions, I remembered to shoo Jada out of the garden, because the wind had blown down two two fence sections that block her egress from our property. Hopefully, I will have the entire back yard properly fenced with cedar boards soon. It's a sorry-looking patchwork now, after 24 years and various canine escapes.
But God had a word to say to me. He has something He wants to accomplish in my life today and tomorrow--the day of Steve's memorial--but I keep moving around in agitation and busyness! With all of the wonderful members of the Body of Christ, as well as our family, doing so much to arrange for a Spirit-filled memorial service, a beautiful reception at Alice and Brent Bechtel's home, and a relaxed and more intimate family gathering and dinner, I found myself micromanaging one task, asking two different, very reliable ladies to do the same job "just in case." Of necessity, involvement and some direction on my part as Steve's widow has been called for--with the church and pastor, mortuary, life insurance, the kind of major items that only I have the authority scripturally and legally to act upon. But for me, a traditionally very strong delegater, to not let folks take their own initiative, as many of them have, even in one small area, is not of the Lord. I wasn't resting in Jesus; my trust had slipped a bit. We have heard and we have seen Psalm 46:10a,