Something kind of interesting happened last night....weird in a way, but interesting....
H invited me to go for a walk with him, so of course I jumped at the invitation . We walk on a dike that runs alongside a river close to our house. Lots of memories there, we've done it off and on for almost 20 years. Anyway, I quit walking w/H about 2 years ago, stupid stupid me....and then he let me know he didn't want me to because he needed the "private time", so it's really special now to me when he extends an invitation.
Last summer a colony of beavers returned to the river after being gone for 10 years....H told me about it a month or so ago and had been going to show them to me, then we keep getting sidetracked.

As we were walking home, H was behind me about 25 feet. Suddenly the thought of seeing the beavers popped into my mind, and I stopped and turned back to ask him where they were....simultaneously he told me we'd already passed them, and I looked up and saw one running along the top of the opposite bank...I said "oh there's one" and H came running up to look...it is a really unusual thing to see one running on a bank like that...just incredible. Then it struck me how weird it was that something had told me to stop and look at that very spot at that very instant....I told H "well see, I'm psychic" and he said "actually I sometimes think you are"....
not to make too much of this, but as I thought of the incident, I wondered if maybe this was god's way of telling me that my instincts are accurate about things in my life.

I hate to sound to far out, but I really do believe that God speaks to each of us in unique ways, and sometimes we are so "deaf" that we don't get the message. I remember years ago we were trying to buy the lot our house is on, and it looked very hopeless....I was so discouraged, I remember praying that I needed God to take care of this problem one way or the other, but that I sure could use some type of sign that he was handling it. I was crying and opened my bible and started to read the first verse my eyes fell on, which was "let us arise and go up to Bethel" (don't enven know what book it's in) and immediately felt this warm glowing sense of peace. Guess what the name of the street is our house is on? yep....Bethel.
There have been several other times when things like this have happened....so I can't help but think maybe this is something similar.

I've had the sense of peace sometimes in this mess of a sitch, but it seems to be more fleeting than at other times when I've known a problem was being taken care of....maybe that means I havent given it over enough.

I still think maybe that was a message to trust my instincts though.

been around awhile!