from the threshing floor

My computer won’t turn on. I think it may have fallen prey to monsoon moisture unbeknowst to me bc I haven’t attempted to use it since like, Tuesday. Which means – perhaps – a week’s worth of  marinating in rain juice. Eek. 

My jeans ripped this morning. (Not these ones, the knee-hole is Fashion. Ha). I need to buy a toaster. I’m slightly paranoid about my living situation. 

I just had cold stirfry and stale graham crackers for lunch… from the floor. Ha 


So I’m taking comfort in the fact that so many awesome stories in the history of God’s people have started from the threshing floor. 

Bless. 

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