There is never enough time in the day. I started out behind as my alarm clock failed and I slept on, at least an hour later than my usual wake-up. Thankfully, Goldyn pawed the side of my bed to arouse me from my slumber. The sunrise already had run way ahead of me, as it spread its pink tentacles across the sky. I tried to catch up with coffee, as I completed morning chores. I focused on the positives that would get me through my day, but now with this late night blog, I realize time has won. I never got my hour back, in fact I think I lost more time in trying to get caught up. Now I'm spent, the time is spent and gone; the reserve is entirely empty, gone, deplete . . .
" Put yourself in the path that God will work." (Pastor Martin Smith, 1/2024) On a crisp, clear Saturday morning, I started up the hill with Gypsy Rose eagerly leading the way. I was more caught up in the fresh air feeling that was invigorating, than paying attention to the few cars that passed us by. But there up ahead, a small red truck had slowed to the curb to flag me down. "Could I help him find his son's house?" He was an older gentleman with his phone in hand. He couldn't reach his son because the calls only went to voicemail, and he didn't have his address, only that it was somewhere here in Rancho. I googled his son for him, but unfortunately, it only brought up an older address which was the current address now for this man. There was no updated address for Rancho Cucamonga. I told him the bad news, but he was so very gracious. He did everything to show me that he was for real, pulling out his driver lice...
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