Why is there suffering?

Hmmm…good point.

Father, help me to focus on You. I don’t understand why things don’t work sometimes.

Why have I been sick for seven-ish years? You could heal me in a snap. I’ve certainly asked You often enough.

I remember that all You said was: getting sick IS your healing. (However that works ~ but You have NO trouble getting Your point across, do You.)

I trust You.

I love 💘 You Jesus.

You are the most amazing beautiful wise humble Person

I’ve ever met

and I am smitten.

Safe 🌷

I lift up my eyes to you, to you who sit enthroned in heaven. As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord our God, till he shows us his mercy.
Psalms 123:1‭-‬2 NIVUK

Forgiving myself 🌻

“Everyone says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive,” C.S. Lewis wrote.

” I think Peter would have agreed. He knew pontificating about forgiveness was a whole lot easier than practicing it.
“It’s the doing that gets tough.


“But it’s the doing that should characterize the child of God.
To return evil for good is devilish,
and to return good for good is human.
But to return good for evil is Godlike.”
– -YouVersion devo

Things to 💕

  • Moonlight and Roses, performed by Jim Reeves; played that record every time I visited my Grandma Dodson when I was a kid.
  • Cotton candy stands at the County Fair. I liked the pink flavor.
  • Big band music and warm summer evenings
  • Quiet morning, sunshine, camping, bird song
  • Drive in movies, popcorn 🍿🎥
  • looking through old photos
  • Striped toe socks
  • Barrettes
  • Always Discreet Underwear – just keeping it real
  • Wendy’s 4 for 4
  • Green eye liner ✏️
  • Homemade casseroles 🥘

Family Destiny 🌷

(Jesus help me say this well.

#helpful

#courage-building)

I just woke up from a dream. (I know, lame-o.  But just gimme a minute.)

It was multi-racial: I remember that much.

Lots of children.

There was scholarship awarded–to paint with a master artist.
I seemed to be both of my daughters sometimes. (💕one of my daughters doesn’t see us anymore–complicated dysfunctional reasons–so this was poignant.)

Our family was so excited when we won the scholarship!

 

We all were working, the children and me, with wide brushes over a chalked in design: think luminous purples…a  bunch of colors, though: more than I had ever seen.

It was lovely.

My family and I were all in a huge building with endless connected hallways.
I had bucco fun in my wheelchair ♿ Sailing down the halls with them.

It seemed to be all downhill: it was like flying!

I wanted to put my arms out like in that scene in the Titanic.

Then there was a bunch of scenes in the dream(??!)  with an infestation of cockroaches. (Represents evil?)

We got em. Every single one.

#significantandstrangelysatisfying

It was a huge team of related people.

All ages and colors.

Like heaven is going to be.

Anger has a good side?

Dysfunctional learned response?

The transformative power of well-managed anger improves relationships

How can anger improve the quality of your relationships?

…. Anger doesn’t want you to contain it; 

this emotion informs you of what bothers, hurts, or harms you so you can change it.

Ready to listen

to change things

to communicate.

It wants you to act.

Goal: to improve your life.

(Exploring Your Mind blog: The Transformative Potential of Anger.)

Trust the process

 fact: Forgiving my child’s offender 

was much harder 

than forgiving my own offender.

 (And that was almost undoable. I’m not sure it’s completely done even now.I kind of have to redo it every time I think about this guy.)

#chipawayatit 

#lifetimejourney 

 With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible. –Jesus