That’s a fine turkey, isn’t it?
Thanksgiving was a terrific blessing for my family, and I do pray that you had a great holiday, too. I will write more when I get back online, maybe today, maybe not. Today is the first opportunity I have had since September 29th to ride my motorcycle.
Because on September 29th, I broke my left foot when I laid my motorcycle down on my foot. On a hill, sideways, after two hours in the gym and one hour swimming with my son, I just did not have the strength to hold her upright on a hill, and had to gently lower her to the ground.
Unfortunately, I failed to notice that my left foot was directly under the left cylinder head and it trapped my foot. I sort of flipped off the bike and was pinned on the concrete by my foot, with no one to help lift my bike, so I had to pull my foot out with the motorcycle firmly planted on top of it.
Seven weeks in a walking boot and still it hurts to walk. Not hugely, and not enough to prevent me from going riding on this glorious sunny day.
I did have a two hour+ conversation with my oldest son the night before Thanksgiving. Beautiful blessing, that was. He plopped himself down beside me on the sofa around midnight, and we talked in the dark until about 3AM. Good stuff. First time in about three years we have done that.
Can I get an Amen, brothers and sisters?
Relationship with former spouse is very good. Kids good. Foot’s good.
I spent maybe eight or nine days at my spouses apartment while she went to visit her aged dad for a minor big-toe operation. I suggested that we plan a thanksgiving meal to be held in her new old house, which is being remodeled. Currently it is a huge mess with every room losing its flooring, lighting, bathroom features, cabinets, – the whole place is empty and demolished, but we set up a table and had all the food there for Thanksgiving. A “new beginning” sort of thing and it was very good.
Pray for my church and that my former pastor will seek humility. Otherwise, he will break our body and accomplish much wickedness.
You know how these things go. Puffed up with pride. Claiming the congregation as his own. A long chain of badly broken relationships. Refusal to submit to the elders, who are all in complete agreement that the pastor must step down. Serious stuff. You know, that kind of pastor.
Pride goes before the fall. Boom!
So today, its motorcycle time. Praise Yahuah!
I love you all so much. More to tell later.