SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS

I decided not to write about Weddings since I have already touched that subject in my other scribblings. Instead I decided to do a self inventory. Now you might ask yourself why would I want to make a public confession of my faults. I think it’s because my main fault or flaw is that I am perfectly happy being a hermit and find that interaction with other people is a necessary evil that I try to avoid like the plague.

I just recently retired. I was Vice President, Chief Operations Officer of a nice size corporation and had to deal with people on a daily basis. So it’s not as if I’m not capable of talking and dealing with people. I think it’s more that I am tired of dealing with people. But as a Christian I know that it really is my duty to be a light to others and to show them God’s love. I must continue to be salt

My husband and I cared for his mother before she passed away, and we are still caring for his Aunt and my Aunt. It is so hard to see your loved ones age. Someday I will ask God why we can’t just say “Beam me up Scotty” instead of going through such an undignified aging process.

My other confession is that part of me wants to give up writing on this blog. It makes my mind hurt. It seems as if I don’t want to do anything that taxes my brain, but if I don’t then the synapses might stop working. Is it laziness or is it because I have always been ADD and it’s just getting worse.

My husband and I just recently joined the local Recreation Center. We try to go swimming at least three days a week. I know that once the weather gets cold he will have to drag me out of this warm house to that cold pool.

Someone needs to write a book about life after 60 to help people understand why all of the sudden doing simple things like making the bed or scrubbing the kitchen floor seem like monumental task.

Now don’t misunderstand me, I love life. I love my family, especially my grandchildren. I have become lazy and this is a new experience for me, one that I think I better shake before winter gets here.

Wonderful Counselor John Michael Talbot

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Sunday Scribblings / Invitation

It is Autumn and time for the Harvest Banquet

Winter is almost here

You are cordially invited to the Great Banquet Table

Come as you are

There is no need to change

You will be accepted with loving arms

Just leave your baggage at the the door

Once inside you will partake of a Great Feast

There will be many people from all walks of life

I will provide everything that you need

Enjoy

Almost Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS / COFFEE

Coffee
Oh my favorite subject.
My favorite drink.
The reason I wake up in the morning,
The reason I get out of bed.
Just to smell and taste coffee - a pot (not cup) of coffee.
Oh it’s 3 pm, wow it’s time for more coffee.
Oh no thank you, no sugar please!!
Yes, a little dab of milk would be nice.
Flavored? Well..... ok, but not in the morning

just give me a regular cup of Joe
You know a cup of coffee with dinner would be nice too!
What? What’s that you say, you only have instant.
No thank you, I will go to the store and get some real coffee.

Thanks anyway.
Oh, you think I am addicted.

Well maybe, but they say it will help keep my mind sharp.
That’s a pretty good excuse, don’t you think.
Yes, you're right I do love my coffee!

We can do it!

Come on ladies we all know that

we are much better at multi-tasking then men.

HEALING RAIN BY MICHAEL W SMITH

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SUNDAY SCRIBBLING / MIRACLE

A miracle is divine intervention in the universe in which the ordinary operation of nature is overruled, suspended, or modified. The term is derived from the Latin word miraculum meaning "something wonderful".

My something wonderful was in the year 1998. My husband went into the hospital for a gall bladder operation Thanksgiving week 1997. The family had to celebrate the holiday without him. The next week he came home, but he didn’t seem to recover. By Christmas Eve he was so sick that I had to take him to the emergency room. They told him that he just had the flu and sent him back home. On Christmas day he was so sick that he couldn’t participate in the celebration with our family. The next day I insisted on taking him to a different hospital. They did a CAT scan and found a 2 liter size cyst inside his pancreas. When they biopsied the cyst it was discovered that it was filled with a staph infection. The staph had been introduced into his body when they did the gall bladder operation. The doctors told us to say our goodbyes because they had to operate immediately and that the operation was very dangerous and that he might die.

Well, the cyst exploded and he went into septic shock. After the operation they put him in ICU. All of his organs shut down and for the next 5 weeks he was on a respirator. After the 5th week the doctors came to me and asked me how long I was going to let all of this go on. They knew that people rarely survived a necrotized pancreas. The insurance company was starting to press them. The dialysis and all the intensive care that he was receiving was very expensive. Then the doctors talked to my children and asked them to help me to make the BIG decision of letting him go.

That night I went home and cried out to GOD – “I know we all have to graduate into your kingdom but I need to know what to do!” As loud as I have ever heard anything my life I heard the words “It is not his time. He has things to do.” The next day I went into the hospital and said “NO, it is not his time, he has things to do.” Of course they thought I was a looney tune and they sent a hospital chaplain into his room to talk some sense in me. The Chaplain said “Your husband is tired and he doesn’t want to go on.” I immediately got angry and said “How would you know that? He is in a coma and he can’t talk.” As we were arguing across his bed, my husband woke up for the first time in weeks and mouthed the word “PRAY”. (He couldn’t talk because he had a trachea) The chaplain’s eyes got huge and I said “He wants you to pray.” Of course he didn’t have a choice but to pray at that point!

The next day a priest came into to the room to give him the Last Rights. I hadn’t called for a priest yet so I don’t know who sent him. I asked him to please pray a prayer of healing for my husband. He said the most beautiful prayer that I have ever heard. The dialysis nurse was crying. I looked over at the dialysis machine as it was cleaning my husband’s blood and said “Oh the blood of Jesus washes away our sins.” Three days later my husband came out of the coma and a week later he was out of ICU. One week after that, my sons carried him into our front door. He had to learn to walk again and the doctors said that since 90% of his pancreas was now missing, things would be very difficult. Despite this, he has fully recovered!

We tried to find the mysterious priest but none of the local Catholic churches knew who he was, perhaps he was an angel. That is my miracle story.

Goodbye Summer

Do you feel it? Do you feel that autumn breeze coming on? Goodbye summer, hello to beautiful fall colors.