I am stepping back from spending many hours on WordPress. I heard my husband say. “Do you realize how much time you are spending not writing on your book? I received a relevant revelation as I am sitting here when I should be preparing to say fare well to my friend and to participate in her homegoing celebration aka Funeral Services. I will add media of my house of memoirs and my Survivor Wy picture and close up. I want to thank each person who gave me wonderful vibes and great reading material. It feels good to be here with you.
After we celebrated Palm Sunday, our Pastor asked us to take the Palm leaf home and keep it until Resurrection Sunday. I placed it in one of my lamps and when I passed by, I thanked God for all trees in the Woods. I recently read a scripture in Titus 3:1-2 “Remind the people to be subject to rulers and authorities, to be obedient, to be ready to do whatever is good, to slander no one, to be peaceable and considerate, and to show true humility toward all men. I am remembering with #Gratitude the continued healing for our family trees.
We have always received gifts from my #GirlMic/ Leslie that had to do with writing , reading and celebrating life. I am sharing her gift giving joy in my writing today. What you see is her media description of herself and also the picture I took with her camera phone that my sweet Son-in-Love gave me. They have always given us electronics for use and although she is not here physically this year, she continues to be present in our souls and spirits. She is missed and we smile as we look at her life of gift giving.
Talking about my GirlMic Leslie and her gift of Giving!
This is me in the middle of the night doing meditation and scripture while I count my blessings. I have just completed my book and I feel like the Lord has given me this day to give Him glory and praise. The significance of the purple shoes is that they were a Christmas gift from my GirlMic/Leslie several years ago. I wrote the words “Smile, Listen, and Touch” in a Divine Magazine article on survivors in 2013. I am writing and offering hope and encouragement as I walk this path of grief because I believe in the LORD.
Today was the last day to walk into her closet and pull out shoes. We worked to clean and give away clothes, purses, and shoes. I asked if I could have her wedding shoes. These shoes are more than twenty years old and she kept them wrapped in her box deep in the closet and now they belong to me. This was a difficult day but I was standing on the promise from the Lord so I made it through. I think about her life of 51 years and I believe I can hear the words, “All God’s Children got shoes