One of the reasons I don’t like posting here in the morning is because too much happens in a day to put it down then. I was rushed, overwhelmed with thought but also trying to make a deadline of fixing potatoes for my mother-in-law’s lunch she was hosting for the auction workers. They had an auction and sold most of my father-in-law’s farm stuff. Josh sent a picture of the combine being driven off the property down the half mile lane.

It was just as grievous as Solomon said it was, where a man toils and works for it to all be left to somebody else, strangers and friends alike bidding on items with the hope of gain. The auction actually did very well, which is good for the one left behind needing money. I get overwhelmed sometimes when in the presence of great wealth. I can’t even imagine. It might be the closest I get to envy when it comes to money. I’ve never known a poor farmer.

Okay, I take that back, because my grandpa wasn’t rich. The only money they really had came from my grandmother’s inheritance. It’s still there supporting her, and she offers it to be used for anyone who wants to travel to visit. It’s the best my mother-in-law can do with her own house, opening it up for others who in that day are passing by. It’s a lovely place but today it seemed cruel, being destined for aloneness without a partner to share the home with.

I packed up the food and called the secretary to let her know I was picking up the boys early. We’d been invited to join everybody for lunch. The table was set and the shed nearly empty. One guy bid from all the way from Iowa for a tractor. His was the highest but he isn’t able to make it out until Saturday. I’m still processing one of the Ellen Vaugh biographies on Elisabeth Elliot I recently finished. Some books just end up leaving you feeling more disturbed.

She was beset with all of the same character flaws and shortcomings as the rest of mankind. This used to be more of a comfort for me, to hear that even the so-called Christian role models were normal, but in some ways it still is disappointing. Angels may not be on the same level of “special” as we are since only humans are made in the image of God, but they sure do consistently get one thing right that we don’t. They won’t stand to be worshiped.