Just when I thought I was going outside, it snows here in South Carolina, but as Annie would sing……The sun will come out tomorrow……
And I’m going to art class!
Yesterday, I saw that Scarlett Johansson Is the sexiest woman alive. I think she is gorgeous, but the sexiest alive? So I asked me husband.
Me: Is Scarlet the sexiest woman alive?
Him: I think she is beautiful but not the sexiest alive.
Me: Well then, who is?
Him: I don’t know.
Me: You don’t know?
Him: I answered your question. No she is not the sexiest and I don’t know who is!
Good Morning Wonders:
Oh joy! I’ve finally made it out of my room and am able to go downstairs (for something other than doctor appointments) and get to the big computer. A connection that will not buffer continuously from page to page. I need to get Comporium over here to check out why my internet is sooooo slow upstairs.
My first tasks at hand. To thank all of my followers who recently joined and all of the people I follow for keeping me entertained. I will be stopping by to formally meet all of you and thank you personally today. You are all wonders to me!
It started with a question. Can you please start emptying out those boxes in the closet?
Well of course I can. I’m just laying here in the bed doing nothing. Those boxes have been there since we moved to this place almost two years ago. I guess today is as good as any other day. While I was going through the boxes I came upon an old journal I loved this journal’s cover. I came upon it when diabetes starting showing itself in my thought process. I was having problems with my short term memory and decided I would start writing everything down. The woman reminded me of the me I used to know. Strong, independent and quick witted. I could sense all of it in here eyes. She was going to help me disguise my new flaw and keep my secret.
I open the journal. I’m always amazed when I read things that I wrote previously, especially the things I wrote when I was just a kid. My mom sometimes sends me writings she runs across. I was full of it back then, even more so than now, but what I ran across this time was different. I ran across a prayer. I tend to write these prayers when the need arises. It’s how my grandmother taught me to pray. I never verbally heard her in prayer but I knew she was a Godly woman and prayed for her family. It’s just one of the blessings she gave me. The ability to pray for my family. The prayer started like this:
A simple prayer for some big issues. A simple prayer I forgot I made.
We closed on our home on January 31. 2012. It must have been ordained, It happen so fast. We had put our house up for sale in the previous December. We found our new home in the middle of January and closed on within 15 days. We started moving in the week of Valentines. We were moving things in slowing because we didn’t have to rush, the old house was still up for sale and we were debating on did we want to keep it or really sell it.
I was taking my time because I hadn’t been feeling well. I had a trip to the emergency room in December and again in January, but my blood glucose level was high. When you’re a diabetic and your glucose is high that’s what they treat, they do not necessarily look for anything else. I had a feeling of impending doom and I remember telling my boss, “By the time I get my family settled, I’ll be in the hospital somewhere.” In less than a month, our old house sold. We went to closing on a Friday. I took off work for the occasion because we had to get the rest of the stuff out of the house.
That Sunday I had been unpacking, separating boxes, putting things I did not necessarily have to deal with in closets. It was work and I was feeling overwhelmed and I had been complaining all weekend. I was tired of this and I was tired of that. I didn’t sign on for this. I quit! I will no longer take the responsibility of others, I quit!
As the evening worn down, I was feeling good about what I had accomplished in the house. Around midnight I went to bed. As soon as I hit the pillow instantly I did not feel good. I got up and went to the bathroom and out of nowhere vomited. I did not feel sick, no pains or nausea so my first reaction is that it must have been something I ate. Five hours later laying on the bathroom floor I was exhausted. I literally could not get up. I had been calling for someone, but no one heard my calls. Finally I decided to call on God and I prayed, “If it’s your will God, please help me get off this floor.” I heard him question, “Are you really tired and ready to quit?” I had to think about it. I had a chance to make my thoughts right and I said “No!” I started crawling out of the bathroom. Out of my bedroom and collapsed at the bedroom door. About an hour later by daughter came out of her room and saw me on the floor and called her father.
He came home and took me to the emergency room. Turns out the gallbladder had perforated, and gangrene had set in. It had been dying probably since December and if I would have waited another hour, I would have died. The shock to the body set off an underlying medical condition that I had under control. I never went back to work. They could not wait for me to get better. They retired me five months later to fill my position.
Now looking at this prayer I realized the answers I have been looking for the last 20 months has been staring me in the face all this time. Stabbing at my heart every moment I have defied the inevitable. It was his will for me to live to provide a home for A. It was his will for me to help my family and to keep praying for them. I’m home for the first time in my adult life. A stay at home mom and wife. Anything else I get to do is gravy.
To answer your questions, Yes N did finish school. All of the kids are doing fine. After all, that’s what I’m here for.
I needed to close that chapter of my life. I’m ready to get well now and move forward. Thanks for listening wonders and
Thank you God, I owe you all the glory. Thanking you in advance for all the miracles that are coming my way.
Good Morning Wonderers:
Since two of my favorite followers commented on my recovery painting, (your all wonders to me), I have made an executive decision to send both of you the prize. Send me your address.
“I’m off the friendship level”, he said. “I’m on the first level and I’m gonna keep changing levels until I’m on the girlfriend level. That will be when I’m in high school.” These are the words of my sixth grader first thing this morning. We had just sat down for breakfast. I hadn’t even had a chance to sip on my coffee and I must have had a look that made him feel I was perplexed because he said it again.
I asked the question of what is first level.
His response: I met a girl and I’m gonna get two passes for us to go to art class at lunch. We had lunch together and I like her and she likes to draw like me.
Okay, I understand.
Last semester he met a girl that liked music and played on the school orchestra. He joined the orchestra at the deadline and started playing the violin. Turns out he is pretty good at it. He is artistic but did not elect to have art as a class this year but he changed his roster to take art this semester for the new level interest.
Little does he know he has been on the first level for a while now. Last summer he learned to ride a bike from the little girl across the street. She is younger than he is but a girl just the same. At least six family members have been trying to teach him to ride for several years now but the little girl across the street gave him the confidence to let go of his fear.
While he was learning to swim, he held his breath, went under water and opened his eyes because the female life guard called him cute.
I thank you for encouraging my son to try new things. Please continue to use your girl powers for good and not evil. Be warned, if/when you start leading him unto a path of destruction, I will be there to thwart your efforts. Until that time, I love you.
I think I have about another three years before I have to worry about the high school girlfriend because when he came home I asked him how his lunch date went. He replied, “It was okay but you’re still my best girl.
Until next time, thanks for perusing and keep wondering.