We're paving the way to get a new hook-up for our water, here at the farm. The guy with the back hoe who dug the swimming pool, then filled in the swimming pool started digging 1/4 mile down the south road and laid the black snake that will eventually let the flow of water from town quench our thirst, and clean us and our clothes.

There's a back story. For years, we had a well. A sulpher well. Crystal clear, and cold water. It tasted like nothing you city folks have had  save for a $2 plastic bottle of "mountain fresh" water. It was so refreshing, on a hot summer day, we'd drink right from the hydrant. Yes, crystal clear, cold and tasty. With a rotten egg smell.

So when the town brought a 3 inch pipe out to the big fertilizer plant that used to sit 1/4 mile north, dad cut catty corner across the field and hooked into that pipe. Yay, no more embarrassing comments from visitors, "What is that awful smell?" Instead, we had tasteless, sometimes rusty, city water. Water nonetheless.

But time went on, the plant was torn down and we inherited the 3inch pipe from town.  That's a lot of pipe and sediment for only two people 6 months out of the year, at the most 4 people in summer.  So what we've had, the last dozen or so years is oderless rusty water.

Soon the workers will be gone and we'll have fresh water. They paved the way for the water to flow. Oh all right, so they hit the electrical and we'll have to get the power company to patch, minor technicality. Thankfully no one was hurt. I believe there is a covering over this place.
I feel it almost every sunrise, felt it big time at family gatherings and especially on wedding days. A hovering of the spirit. Goes back many generations, even to Genesis 1:2  "Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters." Another post.
Soon it will be time to plant the grass seed over the path which was dug. The water main will silently, but effectively deliver the water to the source. We'll prepare the soil to receive the seed. Another post.

I learned today I must have a lump removed.

Oh how I need to receive a flow of God's grace. It's easy to just say it, "God give me grace, heal me, bless me!" I'm thinking there's just a bit more to it than that. I must pave the way and prepare my heart, to receive. How do I do that?

Lots of prayer, fasting, contemplating life's direction, Dr.'s appointments worship and humility (not read; low self-esteem) faith, and no fear.  Since my mind is kinda a muddled mess right now, I'm going to quote Ken Gire again today, as I continue on this earthly journey.

He gives grace to the humble, but opposes the proud.  Who are they talking about? The down and outters, the beggars, The people who had been brought so low to the ground they didn't have anywhere to look but up. When our hands are that empty and extended to heaven, then heaven will extend the grace fo us to dine with Christ and Him with us.

We are told in the Scriptures that God gives grace to just such people, to people who have been brought low and humbled (James 4:6). If that If that is true, then whatever happens in our lives to humbe us is, in the long run, a good thing, because it paves the road over which the grace of God comes to us.

Ken Gire - Seeing What Is Sacred. Thanks Ruth E., I've stayed in Chapter 3 "The Soil Of A Reflective Life" for  weeks now.

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