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Flash

My friend Shannon dropped a book off for me this summer.

She said she thought of me when she read it.
It had a donkey on the front.

I’m not the least bit offended.
Ahem.

The book is "Flash:  The Homeless Donkey Who Taught Me about Life, Faith, and Second Chances” by Rachel Anne Ridge.
There our books that I read where I am impressed by the writing, there are books that I just LOVE the writing and there are books I wish I wrote.

This is the latter for me.
Everything about the way Rachel sees the world and God’s lessons for her through this homeless donkey named Flash, is what I hope to write about one day.

Minus the donkey.
Although, after reading Flash, it made me want a donkey.
Which Shannon warned me about and I thought to myself,  “Yeah, right.”
But she was.
And I did.
And still do.
I was in the waiting room of the dentist when I started reading this book.

Priscilla Shirer wrote the forward. (I LOVE her bible studies!)
I laughed out loud one moment and then came embarrassingly close…

Dead Plant Dreams

I had a very vivid dream last week.

Monte and I were renting a room from an older couple.
I’m not sure where our daughters were in this dream. Or what circumstance led us to the situation  of renting a room in the house of an older couple.
Especially an older couple that seemed hostile towards us.
We had to go out of town and when we came back all our plants were dead.

I don’t mean house plants but outside in the ground plants.
Plants that were right next to the older couple’s alive and well-watered plants.

It infuriated me.
I sarcastically spoke to the older man,

“Thanks a lot for taking such good care  of my plants when we were gone!”
He said to me with no emotion,

“You didn’t ask me to water your plants.”
I fired back,

“It took such EFFORT for you to NOT water my plants!”
I had such a clear visual image of him going out of his way  to make sure the garden hose didn’t get one single tiny drop of water on any of my plants.
He replied again that I should’ve asked him.

I said something about…