True Confession

So, did I turn on the television Saturday evening and watch Cedar Cove? (See last week's post.) I was going too. God knew it. He took care of it.  The television broke. Up to Saturday evening the television worked fine.

Don't you just love it when He takes control of something? It makes you get a silly grin on your face and a big smile in your heart. Yes, I confess, I was going to watch it again. But a power stronger than me took control.

Instead of being mad and frustrated that I was going to miss the episode, I just shook my head in amazement. As it turns out, we could still watch videos, so we put in a Gaither Homecoming video and was lifted into the heights with praiseworthy songs.

But if this is a true confession I must tell you I pulled the Cedar Cove website on Sunday and read the recap of the episode. The great thing I discovered is the finale is this coming Saturday. Even so, I'm glad I experienced this struggle and was reminded God controls all things . . . even me. I wouldn't have it any other way!

We ended up buying a new television. After all, Nascar would be on and Jerry didn't want to miss it. Decided the one bought it was too wide so we took it back and got a smaller one. Our friend, Cindy, came over to hook it up and program it. Just too complicated for us at this stage in our lives.

And I also must confess that I flunked reading. In plain langugage. That's Christian History in Plain Language. It's not that plain. I've tried, but I'm not retaining very much. I don't know if the two inch book is just too daunting, my older mind is rebelling or it's not interesting.

I'm going to give it a little bit longer before I put it on the shelf for another time. I so wanted to learn and was hoping the book was written for a simple mind. I can see that it is written plainer, but I just can't get into it.

And that concludes my true confession.

Top picture is from Gettysburg; a tree in the fog on a near road; geese bathing at Columbia park; three colts and their Mom's on a beautiful afternoon; Mr Buck was up with his buddies one rainy afternoon. Still thrills me to look out back and see them eating at our gate. After filling their stomachs they contently walked back to the woods.