Today I Reset

God blessed us with a rain day, a day off of PE. I am happy because my sinuses around my eyes are going nuts right now and I needed some time alone with God to just breathe. I had to reset. My mind has played some reruns and wrong channels lately and it was really getting me weighed down and feeling far from my Savior. So He gave me this morning off to get my heart into contrite mode and give everything to Him, confess and just repent. I told a friend about it. And God forgave me (as evidenced by the feeling of a smile and burden lifted) and we are back. And God is so precious and so good and loves us so much. I feel Him close and am so thankful and want to give Him glory for His love and grace and just compassion on us. He may be the only one in the world that loves me and that would be enough, all I ever need. He loves that well. 😄❤❤❤

Thinking of Shrinking

I am not an antique quite yet but I am old enough to realize that in our society, my importance will continue to decline. Old age in our culture, far from how it should be, I must say, every year is a shrinking in importance, in strength, in value. The more wrinkles should equal thr moments you want to be listening to all the sage wisdom she possesses, but alas in our backwards Hollywood and fashion/materialism promotion, ever wrinkle is more a reason to ignore, shun or ridicule.

I am considering this. I have much study on the topic, having served primarily elderly patience for 20 years and now personally I am older. I am thinking of shrinking. I saw patients deteriorate in health before my eyes and I know full well the families were either wonderfully supportive, reluctantly civil or downright brutal in response to this age increase. Doctors were also in one of those 3 categories, most adding meds upon meds for every symptom known to man with God knows 2hat side effect for such crazy combinations. Men and women with greatness God gave them and abilities galore, way stronger than I could hope to be, now shrinking, quiet, fading.

I realize I am unusual, but I respect them and wish to honor them. I spend more time with them than my schedule tells me to and ask questions, always questions. Who were they? How had God designed them and what did they do with that? Not every person matures, it is true, but most lived long enough to pick up valuable insight or just historical data to sparkle the mind.

So, when offered a chance to play the piano for some sweet dears once a month in a senior living facility, how would it be possible to say no? It is not. Those who went before us built this country so we can be who we are and live as we do. We are often pampered pets because of their blood, sweat and tears. And such a position demands respect and value and love. I do not want them to shrink alone, neglected. I want them to sparkle until the sparkle leaves their eyes naturally in sleep.❤

Teenage Struggle/I am Bible

As tears flow generously down the afore stained cheek, he mourns.

For loss of complete family and years of criticism, he breaks.

For neglect and demands and no free space, he wishes more.

While seeking meaning and purpose, he is scoffed.

In deep hormonal imbalance of teen season, he is insecure.

For him, I write love. I write courage. I write understanding. I write meaning. I write purpose. I write eternal security. I write truth. I am his Bible.❤