split reality

i was thinkin ahead about some things to write next, all pleasant things. post some of loddy's pics from his trip, tell how blessed i was by sandy and ellen last week.....but then there's the news all around i just can't ignore.  it's like i have to live in this split reality at all times. you, too? 

the beautiful, young tv news anchor died sat. pm after being brutally beaten in her home in one of the very nicest little rock neighborhoods. and her mother found her? my mind cannot conceive of that horror. i think that finding her bloodied, bludgeoned baby girl must've been worse than her death for the mama and she'll have to split off time and again to live with that in her head! okay, put that somewhere in my head, know it happened, pray sometimes when it comes to mind: help this family Lord, help 'em catch that evil blankety blank murderer asap. but then..... split off to something else and move on.  

great news! our house sold yesterday! well, it's not a done deal until the papers are signed at the closing but the realtor peri said "looks like a great offer."  all right, obsess (prayer is preferable) about that. will it fall thru like the last offer? will we have to move in with someone (we've had kind offers) if we're temporarily homeless because it does sell but we've not bought something to go to or there's some gap in the times of the two transactions? seems like some serious enuf concerns. will i have what it takes to pack and move? will all the money stuff work out?

 

seems i'm bracing myself at all times for the other shoe to drop. split again: no don't brace. live in the joy of the moment. be at peace. be still and know that He is God. take a deep breath. relax, it'll all b ok. trust God and get going (ji packer).

up this morning getting coffee: oh, look at the playful puppies in our backyard. aren't they cute? or, and the house sold? great news! then get ready to split...get ready....here it comes..... my own personal news anchor del says:, two dead, one injured at the uca campus. oh, grief, oh fear. do i know the victims? their families? i'm glad han's not on that campus. oh and her friend used to be there. and so-in-so was there. it coulda been them. it was some other mamas' children killed and injured. will they catch the bad guy or guys? 

now split that off and put it somewhere in this very full head of mine and deal with that on some level (where does this all go? is that why we're all sick so much, our bodies like shock absorbers?) while i go this morning to look at a coupla house we might wanna buy - how fun! i love shopping! - because if this cottage where we've lived for 12 years is really, really sold, then we must have a new cottage to make our nest in. i asked del last nite "now, why come we don't we just live in tents like the israelites used to do?"

and just what is next in this horrible-good world will live in? and how many, many splits are in my future (and yours?)? and just when is the Lord coming back to put an end to all this? come Lord Jesus, maranatha, come!