Husband to Widows And Father To Orphans

The drama seems to be unending. Mom fell again today. She has not even been home 24 hours. She decided that it would be alright not to ask for help as she headed off to the bathroom where she got tired when putting on her makeup and fell. Thankfully she did not hurt herself. She tried to put the blame on her caregiver stating that she asked for help and none was forthcoming. (not true) She became very combative abusive and rude. Thankfully she did not have a tray to throw as I am sure she would of if she had one. The one positive thing? Her caregiver is a angel and can handle mom in a firm, calm yet compassionate way. When things were finally all sorted out and mom was settled this lady gave me a big hug as I left and told me not to worry or stress. She is very willing to work with mom even though she has these tantrums. She also stuck up for me with mom. She went through the same scenario with her own mom. She is also a widow and lost her husband to the very same cancer that I lost mine too. She understands! She understands every aspect of everything. She gets it! What a relief. She is an angel to me. I thank God for her. He knew that I needed her. So often when things seem to be impossible, God lines things up to make it all just a bit easier for me. I am humbled. He is awesome. I am convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that He cares for me. He is husband to the widows and father to orphans.

Dear John

I wish you a happy birthday. Thinking of you today it has dawned on me that it is impossible for you to not have a happy birthday. Nothing bad will ever touch you again. The sun will never be too hot. The nights will never be too long. Death has no more sting. There is no pain and no shame. As C.S. Lewis said "School is over and the holidays have begun" I wish you a happy birthday anyway.

I thought you would also like to know, I have ate all the cashews out of the mixed nuts. I am now working on the almonds.

They Are Smoking Monkeys

Conversation In A Dream

"They are smoking monkeys."

"What do you mean? Do you mean that they are on fire? I don't see any smoke wafting off of them!"

"No, no no! Don't you see? You can dress up a monkey, give it a cigar and try as hard as you can but the monkey will still be a monkey. Just because it is all dressed up and is smoking a cigar does not make the monkey a person. You can not make it so."

"But the monkey, I am sure never thought it was a person."

" So and who really knows what a monkey thinks?"

"Argh, They obviously are people and not monkeys and not only that, are not smoking!"

"You are missing the point. A person may think that they are a Christian or a Muslim or a good Jew and be anything but. They are nothing even close, no matter how they package themselves and let me till you sometimes the package is not fooling anybody. They are obviously smoking monkeys."

"Of all bad men religious bad men are the worst"

C. S Lewis

My dream response to reading: A Mighty Heart The Brave Life And Death Of My Husband, Danny Pearl

Mariane Pearl
with
Sarah Crichton

I have not seen the movie and I don't know if I can. I opted to read the book. I cried often reading this book and could read only small portions at a time. It saddens me to no end that there are people in the world so deceived and so full of hate and who do it all in the name of God. The thing is, God is good. It is people who have gone wrong, some so very, very wrong.

Simply Amazing

It is simply amazing that there are green things in my yard on November third. Not only are there living greenery but these little guys are still blooming. I admit they must be hardy plants as we have had some heavy frost but to have anything at all blooming in November is stunning.



It is like God put his hands around these guys and caused the fragile to defy all odds and survive. These flowers lift my spirits. These flowers remind me that nothing is impossible for God. Sometimes I feel very fragile and that if I get hit with any more frost, I will shatter into a thousand pieces, then I am reminded that God does have his hands around me. He is protecting me from the frost. He lifts my head. He walks with me in the dark places. He holds my hand. I feel his presence. His smile is beautiful.


The Kinsmen phoned about a half an hour ago. They have approved the funding for us. God has blessed us through them and through all of our family and coworkers and friends and God's hand has reached down to us through all of you. We have been shown overwhelming favor and grace. I am crying. I feel so loved and protected and cared for. I thank God for each one of you.