I'm calm now.
Kay has been walking around (4:30am), lounging on the couch, turning on the lamps, opening the freezer. Opening the front door! In a way...she's a great alarm clock. Why should I complain?
When I was a little girl, a man from our church made an "anger/resolution parrot". I think his name was Leroy. The man, not the parrot. Basically, before you lost your temper, or say things you'd regret, you would rock this wood cutout and it was perfectly balanced so it would take a long time before it stopped rocking. The intention was...wait, and take a deep breath before you act. Take time to think about what you want to say. Think about how your words or actions will affect the other person. By the time the parrot stopped rocking, my bother and sisters and I were too bored to fight.
I've taken a deep breath.
I'm ready to remind Kay that she HAS eaten in the last three days. (Very well!) I am ready to explain, again, that nothing is going on down the street, around the corner or "over there". I am ready to take on this day. I pray for patience and understanding.
Sarah
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Sarah,
Been there, done that. I understand!!!!! If you ever need an ear mine is always open.
Since I last talked to you nothing has changed but me. And the change has been for the better.
The memorial for Klinton being on my sister Jenny’s birthday and me doing a memorial for my sister at that time has brought healing to the deep wound. Little by little the traumas are being dealt with and healing is coming.
On New Year's Eve while playing games and watching movies with friends, I heated the apple cider. Well my sister jumping off the couch and running to the kitchen was a little bit of a shock. But as she rose up looking towards the kitchen and seeing the heavy smoke - I had forgot about the cider. I wish I had taken a picture of the pot, it is amazing how black burnt cider is. The pot was so hot we had to put it outside. One of the ladies was surprised that I was going to clean it she said she would have just thrown it out. Yesterday I was cleaning out the pot that only has one very little spot left to go. The spot will be gone soon and the pot looks as good as new. While I was cleaning it yesterday I thought - I cared so much for a little silver pot some people would have said, “Just throw it away and get another.” How much more the LORD cares about broken people? That He can clean and restore lives - lives that a lot of people would think worthless. Wow, did that hit me.
Well this is long enough.
Love ya lots,
~ Cindy
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