I know, I know...those following my blog have waited almost a month for the next entry, well here it is. I want to thank the anonymous commenter (of April 6) that made me laugh heartely!! I need a laugh. And I will smooch my husband's gorgeous lips and know that my pain is His Pain, and that's why He went through such crap and died and rose again on the third day to blast His Spirit power into this garbagey, crappy world (at least my back alley is garbagey...the beautiful areas of our world need to be protected so we still know how it feels and looks like!). The bed bugs have been dealt with, the hot drier on, I had a great dream of putting pedal to the metal in a race car and making flyng leaps over huge ramps, all over the world. From one extreme to another it seems....
I had breakfast with a dear friend this week. She is loosing wieght (not necessarily a good thing), has stained and stinky clothes on and mostly a vacant stare. Her hand was shaking so much that she could barely chase her food across the plate to put in her mouth. She finally asked a question after 45 minutes of chasing the eggs, "Do you know what I hope?". "What do you hope?" I asked. "I hope you'll get pregnant and have a daughter", she said with a barely visible twinkle in her eye. She knows I have all boys, I know she came from a family of 7, 3 brothers and 3 sisters and that she misses the action, noise, fighting that happened when she was small. More kids? Not for me! When it was time to leave, I asked her what I could pray for her about, she said the most cryptic words..."pray that I would be a good girl". At 60+ she still yearns to be a good girl? What is that about? I'm still wondering.
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