Some messages from God are better delivered indirectly. I suppose they shouldn't be better because the reason that they seem to be is that coming straight from God we don't always believe them.
I started my day with a most wondrous chat with Claire Peterson thanks to her succeeding in convincing me to stop my silly anti skype due to anxiety of awkward feelings. Though I still remain in a state of I-will-only-use-skype-to-communicate-to-the-Petersons.
Further more I played worship music with Ian today, he learned Come Thou Fount on his violin.
Even further more I went to Echo Thrift for the first time in a long while and it felt like returning to a home. They have a xylophone that I love dearly. It was most superb to reunite with Dan and Leah.
Which reminds me of my visit to the Farm on Sunday. Which also feels like returning home. And I got to visit with my Grandpa which was wondrous and he sang with my siblings and I and he gave a deep belly laugh. The Farm feels like a sort of Narnia. I spent my most recent time in Narnia by taking a nap, attempting to tune my Grandpa's ukulele which seems to just need new strings, and climbing a tree. Time well spent says I.
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