It is OK I can call him handsome, Why that young man is old enough to be, or I should say, he is young enough to be my son. If you have to be sick, Be sick with a good looking doctor.
I get to see "The Working Theory of "WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!!!!"
That is from Sesame street, when Cookie Monster eats cookies.
I however get to see when, or if I have more treatment.
"His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me."
"I am Sheltered in the arms of God."
"I didn't come here to ask him for anything
I just came to talk with your Lord. "
So many lyrics so little time.
I Love music, it is one earthly thing that can speak to my heart and innermost depths of my soul.
I just want to talk to the Lord sometime. I don't want to ask for things, I don't want things to go my way, I just want him to know how deep my love for him goes.
I know he knows.
That is what I feel today. Needing to talk. Sometime I talk to him through my blog and through my heart as I type.
HE! HE! HE! (not a laugh) alone knows my Heart.
If I start taking I many never shut up. LOL
And all my children go
"OH NO DON'T Call MOM TODAY. She is Philosophical"
I did talk to my Sweet Baby Boy today. He is like his Dad, The voice of slow and easy and calm.
Gotta Love him, even through his faults. Oh Yes he does have them but Mama has a hard time seeing them sometime. No I see, I Love him in spite of them.
Last night I told him "I do not care if all my hair comes out, I could start with a fresh head of hair, and after all summer is coming I can just dry my head off and not worry about hair while swimming." He said, "Only you would say that Mom". If that happens, it will come back all white. You always had this brown hair then you could be gray." (actually I am a closet red blond.) My hair does have lots of red in it, so I gray slower.
I said, "OH GOOD, I would not mind that. At least it would be one color instead of brown, blond, red, and one neat gray streak at my forehead."
We had a good laugh, because that is exactly right, "Why worry about something you may not be able to control."
ONLY ME. I thought of that statement. I am portraying a positive attitude to my children, I pray I pass that to each person that passes me or has passed me in this life. Who are we trying to influence anyway? I only want to please my God, My family, (sort of) and my own spirit and self. I want to make others happy and make them laugh.
I am taking my opportunities to witness to others, Joe (from Copy Center) called to check on me. That was sweet.
A delivery man who I could not let in the house last week, said, "Can I tell you something?" I said "Of Course" He said, "You are going to be OK, I know it." I never met this guy but he knew my spirit and saw it through the glass of the front door. Isn't that amazing?
IN saying that I think of my Baby sister, she has had a horrible few years but she has me and I never want her to forget that. We are the Rebels, "She often tells me".
However we are good rebels, We kept Mama laughing when she was here. Dancing around her living room, Me teaching Jeanette dance moves, Her goofing off, Mama laughing.
What a beautiful memory.
I think I have been good for Jeanette, I have her laughing so much she forgets her tears. The best thing for pain is laughter. (Known fact).
I love to hear her laugh but she often says, "Sue you can't do that, I can't laugh and breathe at the same time."
OK I will close this rambling post with this thought.
Lyrics by Lyndall Randal
I am Free
So long I searched for life's meaning
enslaved by the world and my grief,
Then the door of my prison was opened by Love
The ransom was paid I am Free
I am free from the fear of tomorrow
I am free from the guilt of the past
I traded my shackles for a glorious song.
I am free Praise the Lord!!!
Free at last.
I am free from the guilt that I carried,
from this dull empty life I'm set free.
For when I met Jesus He made me complete
And he forgot the foolish child I used to be.
1 comment:
and you talked to your sweet daughter not once, not twice, but three times, four if you count the dropped call. LOL
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