Ha HAH! Blogger gave me some kind of funky "you've used up all your space" error this morning - and so I came back on here, seeing if I had to (a)delete the oldest of old archives, and do a "rolling delete" month by month or if I had to (b) delete some of the August posts.

But it seems to have fixed itself. (that is something I am learning about computers these days; many times errors that look insurmountable and that arise even though you did nothing to cause them, tend to heal themselves).

If there are several days of no-posts, it's probably not anything going on with ME, it's probably something going on with Blogger. Because, my talk of the "black dog" notwithstanding, I'm not the sort of person to do drastic things even when I feel like I'd prefer to crawl under the bed with a box of Mallomars and a jug of chocolate milk, and never come out again.

I'm working on the poppy-print quilt today - at least, I will, once I have eaten some lunch.

The sermon this morning was called "Strategic Kindness." One of the images the minister brought up were the sets of entangled deer antlers you sometimes see - where two deer are fighting, and their antlers get locked, and then they BOTH starve.

Interesting, considering what is going on in the world. Although there are sadly rarely solutions for things on a geopolitical scale that are as smooth or as easy as someone choosing to "be the adult" and to go forward and try to patch things up.

Not that I really have any conflict in my personal life right now. Partly because I'm essentially a hermit, but also partly because most of the people I deal with on a daily basis are pretty sane and the difficult bits of their personalities are things I don't find that hard to forgive and ignore. But I'm going to remember that image - and also the observation that if you have a quarrel with someone you want to fix, a good place to begin is to come up to them and wish them God's peace - for when the youth group starts up again. Because one of the challenges I find with that group are the hundred small disagreements and "he disrespected me's" that happen from time to time.

Because, wishing peace to someone doesn't mean you have to start off with saying you're wrong or you're sorry just yet - it simply opens the door, it says "I recognize you as a fellow human" and it also says (at least to me) "I want us to be right with each other"