Orange

I have one particular thing I've been thinking the last few days I want to tell you. So I'll start there...

Go ahead and groan - it's another guppy-related post - but a God-story too. Hang in there.

It was about 2 weeks ago that I had a daydream. Something to the effect of "When a guppy dies, I never even know it apart from the others. But that one orange one - I'd know him." He was the one gup of about 70 that I could instantly recognize, and one of my favorites.

Maybe an hour later, I wondered over to the fish. I was looking at the boys. That one orange one, ditching the technicalities, wasn't gonna make it much longer. I had no clue anything was wrong. Nothing was wrong with the others.

So, I immediately realize that daydream had been a God thing, though I didn't quite understand. "Uh, thanks for the warning. Good to know you're on it." Later, I told him, "But I really wanted to breed that one. He was the only orange one."

A few days later, the guppy died and I took him out. The next day, I was staring at them again. Three of the smaller males had orange on their tails. The day after that, I realized, "Wait! They weren't orange before!"

Several of the other guppies had gotten orange within 24 hours of the ONLY orange one dying.

A friend asked me a few days later if it's possible that their colors simply changed. (Guppies do gradually develop/change coloring.) The least dramatic of the
explanations is that they did a normal color change - at a supernatural speed.

I LOVE it! I mean, I love being looked out for. He knows what I care about.

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Other stuff:

I have to get a big blood draw tomorrow morning (Friday.) We did the first part of it (9ish of 39 total vials) over a week ago.

David comes home in an hour and I still have to do the dishes.

We're working on the budget. Zzzzz.

My facebook has a link to a rad video about our church that was just made - the video, not the church.

And oh crud, I forgot I have to divy up my pill bags. Bye!

Getting over it.

I haven't been on here much lately. I have things to write about for sure, but I haven't felt comfortable writing them.

See, I've often told stories on here of what God's doing in my life. I think it started with the sparkle stories. Eventually it was God speaking to me, and people being healed. Telling God-stories has been the funnest thing I've done with the blog.

But then the grumping came. "No WAY...that's so cool" is easy to handle. "No way...you have issues" is harder. I caved - for good or ill I'm still not sure - and stopped writing. (Talking on the other hand...)

But HOW do you not tell people about it when God's doing stuff like this?!

So for months I've debated: Do I blog for the fun of telling what's possible to the that's-so-cool-types, and deal with the you-have-issues-types? Or do I write emails to the that's-so-cool-types and not deal with the you-have-issues-types? Or...

Do I just admit that I myself was the you-have-issues-type, that I needed desperately for the that's-so-cool-types to keep talking, and ... get over it?

More and more, I'm leaning toward admitting and getting over.

So I'll start blogging more. It's still on my Thursday routine. Allow my return to be gradual - gotta remember how to work it in again.