I went to bed fairly early last night. 
I was bone weary.  I am amazed how easily that happens when older.  Once upon a time I was “up and ‘em” doing stuff all day.  These days frenzy is more like a shuffle.  I get stuff done but it takes longer and I experience aches that I never once knew.  Oh well.  The joys of getting older.  That is definitely not in the retirement ads.
I had set up outside to do some sorting of stuff.  I had a picture of it yesterday.  As of late yesterday arvo it was all gone.  It is actually what I like to do.  Leave no evidence of having ever been there.
The first thing we did was determine what we were selling on Market place.  Merril has plans to use the proceeds with someone else and they will start a course with what is made.  People are responding and we are on our way to the target set.
Yesterday I rearranged our carport to put items we are selling in that location.  One of the things we had to do to clear the place was take cans and bottles to the Containers for cash location.  We did that around 2pm.  It was a great time to go as we could just walk in and do it without any waiting.  I had packed the car with all we had in anticipation of us going.  Merril was studying and we used the time we took the cans as a break from study.
Once all that was done I have been though the rest of the items to determine what would be desirable at our markets.  There were boxes and boxes of donated items.  I had set up a marque with three tables.  One I used for putting boxes to sort on, one I used for items to go to the market and the other I used for sorting.
When I had sorted stuff I dismantled and put away everything including the marque.
Big day.  I had expected someone to come in the evening but he texted to say he was unwell and would not be there.  So in the evening I had time off.  Hense I went to bed earlier than normal.

Well here I am on Monday morning.  The last 60 hours has been a flurry of activity mixed with quiet times off.  Down time has seen the tele on to stay informed as to what is happening in the middle east.
On Friday night I had to set up for our monthly lunch on the Saturday.  What happened which has never happened before is there was so much help in doing it.  Normally it is Merril and I doing what needs to be done.  But someone asked did I want a hand and Merril and I were quick to accept.  Then on the night people arrived and assisted totally unexpectedly.  It does not normally that that long (about an hour) but it was done so quickly.  We ended up buying Chinese food and eating it with a mate at the set up place.
On Saturday morning we went to the luncheon.  Merril had cooked a couple of dishes. I sat around and talked to various ones who had come along.  Many were people I had not spoken with before, but who are always at the lunch.  Others were people I had met and gotten to known briefly before and had a chance to talk at length with.  It was a great time.
There was plenty of assistance in pulling the tables down and arranging the place ready for the church service on Sunday.  In fact the guy who out of the blue has been the biggest help in times past commented how he needed to do very little as others assisted big time.  There were a lot of people there I had never seen before.  It was probably our largest get together ever.
On Sunday was the church service.  Merril and I normally arrive early to do last minute preparations and set up areas we could not do before the morning. 
I have a roster of people on tasks to do each Sunday and they were all there for the service and raring to go.  I keep the figures for those that come of a Sunday and we had the most since I have been keeping figures. The thing was too there were a number away.
Then this morning we were up and out early.  We have a prayer time and then go to breaky.  We sat taking for ages today.
I like to be busy and I like time off to.  The weekend was a happy mix.

I am pleased to say my brain does not hurt, but I reckon I was taking a chance.
The other day I saw someone on tv examining the question, “If God is love and all powerful why does he allow suffering?”  That is a question I need a resolution for.
He started off by saying something I had not considered but makes sense to me.  He talked about the two types of suffering.  One was “moral suffering” or as we often say, “man’s inhumanity to man.”  That is like murder, rape, domestic violence, annihilation.  The other type of suffering was, “natural suffering.”  That is like a tsunami, earthquake, landslide or the like.
Thinking about “moral suffering” I came to the conclusion that predestination is not the same as foreknowledge.  I get the impression that all are predestined the same.  That is, the plan for us all is good and beneficial for ourselves and others.  When I pursue the plan for me, it never includes domestic violence, annihilation or the like.  
For me, probably the most graphic examples of man’s inhumanity to man were Hitler or Starlin.  They were responsible for the wiping out of millions.  Yet from what I read they were never predestined to wipe out millions.  They were predestined for good stuff.  To me, God foreknew but did not predestine their actions.
That for me comes back to the crux of the matter.  Choice. For me the way I respond is totally up to me.  I can’t help but think God took a big chance making moral beings.  Due to choice I can fulfil or thwart the plans he has for me.
Slave traders choose to slave trade (and it is alive big time in this day and age).  A murderer chooses to murder.  A robber chooses to rob.  By the same token a father and mother choose to love, an inventor chooses to create something to benefit themselves and others or someone chooses to put someone else’s needs ahead of their own wants.  All choices.  My enslavement or liberation comes down to choice.
Saying that leads me to another question.  Why does God allow me to suffer due to the actions of another?  I reckon a lot has to do with my world view.  If I think this is all there is then justice delayed is not justice.  If my view of the one who organized this is they are “just,” then though by my measure of slowness justice may be slow, it does come. In the meantime someone suffers, and it is through the perpetrator’s choice.
Anyway I am about to reach my word limit.  Maybe it is time for “a bex and a good lie down.”  I have not considered “natural suffering” but it seems to me a start is better than no start.