No One Is Listening

I am considering visiting a friend and I realized I would go to be a listener.

I write because I can more fully express my thoughts without interruption.

A true friend listens more than they speak. I’m not looking for advice from my friend and I’m not intending to offer any. Only to listen, to share in the weight of life and to lighten my burdens. That’s what friends do.

QOD-Why does it hurt so much to get rid of things?

Question of the day (from a hoarding support group) – Why does it hurt so much to get rid of things?

You’ll have to dig deeper to find the answer to that question.

In a nutshell. You are separating memories from the tangible item that helps you remember.

Sit with it-literally if you have to. Look at it. Touch it. Smell it. Put it in the sunshine. Look at how it absorbs the light. Remember. Be grateful for the memory-and then replace that memory with a feeling of gratitude for it and discard the item.

Repeat as often as necessary.

QOD: How would you like to die?

Question of the day: How would you like to die?

I considered skipping this question. I have always faced death head on. I have experienced a lot of death in my life and I’ve made peace with it. There have been multiple times I could have died in bicycle accidents and with my strokes. So I’ve adopted an attitude of invisibility until my slated time of death. I cannot change the outcome, it’s a matter of how well I want to live.

If I could choose though, I would die in my space (home, camper, whatever) following a great day of adventuring and a good meal and I would run into Jesus’s arms while napping.

I have long said I am not running for the door, but I am ever ready to go.

He Makes All Things New

I found joy in church service yesterday. There were only 2 children in the group and both came up for the children’s portion of the message. I said to my friends “What would he do if I went up to?” And then he said anyone else and called another big kid up. So I took my friends hand and we ran up like little girls, laughing and getting laughs along the way.

The children’s message was about new versus old: new crayons/old crayons, new socks/old socks and profoundly new humans and old humans.

While he was speaking I felt the heat rise; Gods Presence with me but I managed to curb the tears, barely.

He/God/I Am makes all things new. I felt like a young child. There was joy and a burden lifted. The adult message was about taking Gods yoke and giving back to God what is His.

In my dreams a man with laughing eyes lifted my burdens. I woke up just now knowing that it’s going to be a productive month and whatever happens in the year I am His.

As I wrote this every mention of the almighty is being respelled for me and I’ve needed to correct it. The enemy wants to change my message but I am yoked with the almighty.

All things are made New.

My son and I are on a recovery road, speaking again after I set a boundary for him Saturday. Hallelujah, there is love. 1Cor 13:8

Prayers Needed Jack October 2014

I filed to have my father Jack committed for mental health issues yesterday. The hearing is Tuesday 10/22 at 8am.

Jack checked himself into the hospital for physical treatment on Thursday. He has a subdural Hematoma (Alcohol related) from falling into the front porch door on Saturday. He has multiple contusions and may have cracked his head, He was still vomiting blood which prompted him to drive in to Lukes. He was in ICU Thursday and Friday; waiting for a bed to open up.

I am asking for Irrevocable Durable Power of Attorney so I have the authority to get him the help he needs and to keep him from harming himself or others. This would also prevent him from changing his mind as he’s been known to do often.

I am praying that I be named as Trustee of his estate.

He named his sister, Linda as Durable Power of Attorney for health care at the hospital.

Prayers for safety while we dig into the hoard. Wisdom as we determine what to do with everything. Forgiveness from Jack, that he be able to see what I am about to do in his life is out of love, not spite. I forgave him a long time ago.

Prayers that Jack relinquish ownership of his dog to Weimeraner Rescue of Iowa, where he can live the rest of his years playing with other senior Weimeraners in a permanent foster home and that the right home is waiting for him.

Prayers to see God’s continued work in this – there has been so much already. Prayers for peace and casting out Satan’s influences on this man’s life and all those he has touched.

Finally, prayers for Jack’s salvation.

His will be done.

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Praise – Eric, Llily and Lola came home to help me with the cleanup at Jack’s house. They made the entire drive yesterday with no drama. Praise God my son is home!

Praise for Linda, Jack’s sister who has a critical influence with Jack.

I found this draft today. I did not remember writing it. Could be an introduction to the book. The book is in process.

Jack passed on June 2, 2020

His affair have been settled.

Linda has passed as well.

I was his Guardian for a little over 4 years.