Really America, are we only capable of journalism that pertains to Charlie Sheen's latest bender and who will be on Dancing with the Stars? For what I am about to say...I must add a disclaimer: I, as much as the next girl, really enjoy a good, brainless magazine. I might even check People.com every morning before I start my work day, but seriously...the world is in economic crisis, entire countries are imploding, and the American media is spending its time counting and recounting Charlie Sheen's rants and raves. It is ridiculous that I know that his girlfriends are called "the goddesses" and that his wife has a restraining order on him, but you would pretty much have to be living in a hole these days to avoid the barrage of junk floating around.
I, unlike Charlie Sheen, have had a good week. Hospital Land is going well and finally, things have slowed down a little. I got to spend my Tuesday night with Vern and Ruthel (Gpa and Gma) and Wednesday night in church. One of the major reasons that I moved back to Missouri was to be near my grandparents. Unfortunately, it took a major health event in my family for me to realize that I was not spending the kind of time that I need to with them. In this world, there is no place that I would rather be...than at my grandparents house. It is a safe, cuddly, blanketed place that scares the world away and where everything is sweet, simple, and filled with sugary goodness. I got to spend 3 whole hours with the amazing, kind people who are my grandparents...and I counted my blessings. I am trying to do more of that these days.
As for church, I forgot how much I enjoy prayer service. I hate to admit this, but that was the first Wednesday night church service I have been to in over a year. For me, it's a time of meditation, focus, and contemplation. It's in these times that the still small voice whispers to me and counsels my soul. My dear friend William happened to be at church that night as well and we were able to sit together. I was eagerly anticipating the opportunity to share some testimonies, as I have had so many lately; however, time didn't allow for it. That's ok, I will carry the message on my heart until the next opportunity to share...maybe next week! After the service, I was blessed again by the time I was able to spend with William. We were able to talk, really talk about what was going on in our lives and he listened, really listened. At the end, he said something that moved me...changed my frame of reference...and made it impossible, absolutely impossible for my life to ever be the same. Wow-
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Vern Alma |
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Ruthel Ellen |
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My favorite red head |
Psalm 100:5: For the Lord is good, His mercy is everlasting, and His truth endureth to all generations.