Spinning Wheels

When I was a child, living on the farm we did a lot of 'green' things. But we didn't know we were 'green', it was just living. Cow manure on the fields and garden to fertilize. Composting. Burning our trash--not sure that was 'green', but everyone in the country did it. AND, we collected cans from soup, veggies, tuna fish,etc. and coffee (if Dad didn't need them for nuts & bolts, nails, etc that he was saving for another project). All steel cans were collected in 55 gallon steel drums and then loaded into a wagon on the back of the tractor. My brothers and sisters climbed in the wagon, but I, the oldest, got to sit on the tire fender of the tractor and ride with Dad.

Off we went to our private dump in the woods. In a normal spring it rains, alot. There was a small dip we went through, part of a drainage ditch. Without fail we would get hung up there, thankfully it ususally happened coming back up to the house. And we would spin those big old tractor tires, flinging mud everywhere. We'd laugh and duck, of course I couldn't let go so I think I wore the most. Those in the wagon, even with hiding on the bed, got plenty on them. I do believe Dad survived with almost none.

What fun. but the situation with Dwight isn't fun. Although he is better, much better than two weeks ago, it seems we have landed in a dip, full of mud. He has improved, very, very slowly. And now it seems another infection has set in. This mud isn't fun. I just want him better. I just want the infection(s) gone, the surgery to remove the kidney stones done, him healed and home. So does the dog and his cat.

I know God has allowed this and He can use it for good, but I am just not seeing it right now. But without God's strength I shutter to think where we would be:

Psalms 46:1

God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble.