Riding home in the car today, I had a strange conversation with myself, inside my head, of course. I wouldn't want to talk out loud. I see people doing that in their cars and think it strange. Speaking of strange, back to my conversation. I was talking with myself as I drove back home from work. I was going back and forth in my mind searching in the background for as many uses of a particular word that had forced itself back into my thoughts, so much so it seemed to be doing back flips. I furtively looked into the back seat of the car to see if anyone was hiding out back there, but it was empty, so I went back to concentrating on the road and backing up the conversation in my head on an imaginary back up drive, so I could replay it later in the day. I took the main road, not the back road, to my house. Back in the day, I used to take alternate routes. When I arrived home, I decided to go into the back door, but I backed out on that idea and went in the garage instead. I like going in that way because I can throw all of my junk in the back room on the way into the house. Once in the house, I soon was back to business, cleaning up the morning mess and hoping the sink would not back up. It's nice to know, though, that if it had, Darren would have my back. He's good with just about anything that is back to basics. I'm running out of steam, but before I go, I want to get back into the scripture to find something that is suitable for this blog. Oh, I found it!
Psalm 41:10 It says at the top of the Psalm "For the choir director. A psalm of David." Back up a minute. Is that significant? I don't know, back to the verse.
"Lord, have mercy on me. Make me well again, so I can pay them back!"
Oh, that David, he was so wonderfully human. Back to you!
My back yard
Peace.
Love, Linda
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