Sling Blade and Freedom Writing

For those who have known me a long time you probably have sensed a distance in my posts. For that I apologize.  I am dealing with family issues and limited funds. I must acknowledge I can't "fix" every thing.  I have buried myself in work as a solution. Believe me there is no shortage of work here in which to bury myself.  I just look at what's in front of me and deal with that.  I can't think ahead or behind so I stay in the moment. And I pray.  Both have an up side...prayer and work. Working in the heat outside from early morning to mid to late afternoon is kin to a gym membership without fees or a chain gang, I haven't decided.

I did forget one thing.  I have friends here and I have not shared.  Again, I apologize.

Today I dropped.  I slept. I cooked.  I did laundry.  I fed the animals.  I rested.  I watched the news.  The sorry state of this election is far scarier than inside my mind..  I fear it may boil down to which candidate the country hates the least.  I may be mourning the loss of the America I used to know.  Life is fluid and all things change but the changes I have witnessed in our government are very sad indeed. To me, there is only one hope, as scary as it is, Trump.  I've known Hillary for a long time and believe me, she is one scary lady.

Before you stop reading, this is a story of hope.  A story about two movies:  Sling Blade and Freedom Writers Diary.  I would recommend both.  They are older movies but the message in both is timeless.

Whether I'll be able to pay the bills this month is yet to be seen but today I saw hope and love in both these movies.  Maybe I "rested" for a reason.  Maybe I needed to hear these messages.

Bad comes with all kinds of faces.  With these movies I saw many different kinds of bad but also so much good.  I saw hope.  I didn't see a solution but for a few hours I believed there is a solution for every problem. I just have to find it.

I will continue banal posts waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel knowing there is a solution. So please bear with me while I seek my solution,..no, I'm not killing anyone! And I will always pray.

Today...

Kubota King is checking in for new heart plumbing.  He has had pneumonia but heart doc says, no prob!  I have written DNR on his chest in permanent marker and nothing he's tried will remove it.  Keep us in your thoughts, please.

Sunday, the only thing that saved this man from me was my walk.  Even though it was hot, it was peaceful, relaxing and allowed me to shed my murderous intentions.

These are the rocks hubby brought me for the entry, hoping to get on my good side. Notice how perfectly they fit together!  Notice, once again, the dumb damsel is wearing flip flops during forest exploration.

We did some exploring,

enjoyed the beautiful skies,

flowers,

and butterflies.

After my relaxing walk, I did help remove the permanent marker so we are good to go, today.

I Believe

Forty-nine years ago "Ask and ye shall receive" was our lesson in church.

As you can imagine at five, I could not quite get my thoughts around this. I did not ask anyone to explain it. I had always been encouraged to figure things out for myself.

I thought ok, if God does answer all prayers, I will give him a test and see if it's true. I told no one. This was between me and God.

Every day when I went to check the mail, I prayed. I asked God if He was real then He could send me an Indian doll, with a white beaded buckskin dress, and long braids.

Every day I went to the mailbox. Every day, there was no doll.

After a few months, I gave up and decided God was like the tooth fairy, the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus. Remember, I discussed this with no one! I still believed but did not rank Him at the top.

Many, many years later, I told a friend. We discussed it and it was soon forgotten.

My friend lost her son a few months later. It is never easy to lose a child but hers was an especially difficult loss.

A week after her son was buried, I received a package in the mailbox.

Inside was the most beautiful Indian doll! Just as I pictured all those years ago when I prayed!

A note said, "Gail, God really does answer prayers".

I cried.

Happy Eat All You Can Day!

I have read many wonderful writings about being thankful. I agree.

I just want to say I am thankful for everything, good and bad. The things we experience make us the person we are and will become. We are ever changing and are affected by each thing in our life...from the fuzzy dog we saw on a sidewalk to the clerk that took the extra time to smile.

Sometimes my posts are sentimental, sometimes they are silly and sometimes, but rarely, they are normal.

This day brings to mind our soldiers, and how many cannot be with family. I think of the homeless and how I would love to share my bounty. I think of people who are not enjoying family and friends today. I think of people alone.

I am truly blessed.

I would like to send up a prayer to all those mentioned and many I have missed. Not just for today but for the rest of their lives...May they forever be blessed and have God by their side.