There are twelve days of purpose before I can claim the gift of Seventy-five years of age. I have set several goals to accomplish in this bridge of time. I want this time to be a period of reflective writing about people, places and things that are important to me. I was reading in the book, Redeeming Grace: Look How Far God Has Brought Us, and I saw a quote about my husband’s near death experience three years ago. The chapter that we co-wrote was set in a window view because my husband described this time as trying to get out of twelve windows. I was instructed in a dream to write about his experience. I also wanted to include others whom I now call my “Grace Contributors.”
Today I saw the the words, window guard and angel in the same sentence and I determined this would be my purpose path. I wanted to remember the times when God set before us life more abundantly. I am convinced that I am responsible and accountable to look to my next level of purpose. I have a great amount of work to see my purpose manifested and I start with prayer, praise, practice, position and positive energy.
One year ago we stood at your grave to say good-bye. I could not have imagined the loneliness of not having you present always. I have worked to stay joyful and move forward with my reading, writing and speaking. I remember things that have been hidden for many years and I cry or smile depending on my mood for the day. Today we celebrate labor day and I know you would have already called to see what I would be doing. I just look into the skies and seek your beautiful face in the clouds to lift away the loneliness.
It is the 03:00 hour and I see this fan that my GirlMic Leslie’s friend brought back from Spain. He presented it to me at the time of her funeral and home going celebration. He said that he had promised to bring her a gift. I sit here feeling very lonely and so I am writing my “Doing Something Different” segment on the page I have dedicated to her memory. These 100 words are sometimes the way that my prayers are answered as God helps me through the night. I believe the Word from Psalm 40 that He will lift me up today.
Have you heard someone say, “she is a shining light?” I sit here praising the Lord for a victory of seeing the light in my new lens and wishing I could see her face. I start to write because I have not done my 100 word post dedicated to my GirlMic/Leslie. I am determined, delighted, and designed to be a light because of her giving much to make me better in self, soul and spirit.This is just encouraging myself. My son and I had a “think and thank God” session for our GirlMic Leslie’s living and light.
We had just completed our B/P monitoring. We also discussed how we are in a stressful environment. We looked at how we could better serve and use our gifts. We discussed ways to be better at self-care and getting our selves in a healthier zone. We finished and I had taken my own B/P and found it was high. I left thinking I really needed to get better control. My friend came by, touched me and said, “I think about you and love you. I am praying for you.” I honor Brenda for the blessing on the church parking lot.
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I woke up thinking of my mother who died January 18, 2001 of a “massive heart attack. She had many heart healing episodes and treatments in her life after the diagnosis of diabetes at the age of forty. She loved the color red and wore it along with her red pumps. I wear red to represent her today and I found this church picture and decided to represent in the red campaign and dedicate this writing to her and my GirlMicLeslie who died September 1, 2015. We seemed to all smile when we put on the color red because we believed that everyone looks good in red.
I opened the door and discovered a package on my porch. It contained the devotionals I had written with the dedication to my GirlMic/Leslie. I took a deep breath and imagined the smiles and laughter she would have given me over the telephone when I called to tell her the books were here. I sat down and thought about the rain storm I had been driving in last week. I remember thinking that the skies were crying. I read one of her favorite scriptures from Psalm 103:1 “Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.”
07:00 I read Psalm 52 as Leslie’s B/P drops to 65/40. Dr. Threlkeld says, “she may have developed sepsis.” I look at her and say, ‘My GirlMic/Leslie is in a silent scream.” It is 08:15 and I am visited by a Congregational Health Navigator and Chaplain who comments that Leslie has been in ICU for 34.8 days. He asked about our plans for the future. It is 6:33 pm and I listen to John W. Smith on a program called “Faith Now” where he spoke of “Rest, Addition, Extension and Deliverance.” I pray, ” Thank God for miracles” as I sit in silence praying and writing stories.
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We’re just inviting you to take a timeout into the rhythmic ambiance of our breakfast, brunch and/or coffee selections. We are happy whenever you stop by.
One year ago we stood at your grave to say good-bye. I could not have imagined the loneliness of not having you present always. I have worked to stay joyful and move forward with my reading, writing and speaking. I remember things that have been hidden for many years and I cry or smile depending on my mood for the day. Today we celebrate labor day and I know you would have already called to see what I would be doing. I just look into the skies and seek your beautiful face in the clouds to lift away the loneliness.
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the books were here. I sat down and thought about the rain storm I had been driving in last week. I remember thinking that the skies were crying. I read one of her favorite scriptures from Psalm 103:1 “Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.”
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