Web of Love

The two teenage boys were bored, and we know what can happen to teens who are bored. It was Friday night. The game was over. Their school had lost. Not wanting to go home; they decided to walk home instead of getting a ride from friends.

The trees cast shadows that your imagination could only wonder if the tall, lanky branches would stretch down and scoop you up; saving you for the buzzards. There was a full moon this evening and to add mental excitement, it was one week before Halloween.

The two guys talked about the lost football game and the girls they would love to ask out on a date. The streets were quiet and they could almost name each home they passed; they had lived in the area so long.

They stopped in front of the big, Victorian house. Rumor had it that a husband and wife had lived there at one time. The man had come home with a terrible headache from work one day and caught his wife in bed with his best friend.

He sneaked back out the front door and walked into the garage and picked up his ax. He quietly tiptoed in the front door and to the door that was slightly cracked open of their bedroom.

He stood for a while watching his wife make noises he had never  heard her do. The man in his bed was begging for more from his wife. She was sitting on top of him, her hair all wild looking. Neither of them noticed his presence.


Anger built up inside of the owner, perhaps jealousy at not being able to get his wife to perform for him like she was now. He raised his ax and walked towards them and chopped his wife’s head off.

The man instantly threw the woman off of him and with his eyes bugged out of his head and his mouth wide open to scream, the madman cut his manhood off and then followed with his head.

The rumor has it that he cleaned everything up. He buried them somewhere that was never learned. He then sat in that bedroom until he had starved himself to death.

The boys looked at the front door and at each other. They were just bored enough to dare each other to walk up to the front door. Slowly, and barely breathing, the two walked up to the door. A hand on the knob found it turned easily and before either thought; they were standing inside the deserted house.

They paid no attention to the rest of the house. The curious cats walked into the hall that led to that bedroom. The door was boarded up. With the dim light shining from outside light poles, they could tell that one of the boards was broken.

One of them pulled the board and it came off easily. Bending down and entering under the other contained board, they were standing in the middle of the room. A bed with plastic, clear sheets was covering the bed. There was a chair at the foot of the bed.

A hard, straight chair. Was this where that man sat, starving himself to death? The boys stood still taking in all the view of the room. Off-white, ruffled curtains ordained the windows. There were two dressers and a vanity holding a mirror. There was a matching chair.

When the two walked to the chair, they found an out-of-style dress, a bra and panties and some stockings. Were those the clothes she had taken off to be with her lover?

The two were brave and they sat down on the bed. They pretended they were the two that were killed and laid down on the bed. Before they could sit back up, dry, blackened, prickly hands reached down and sucked the two into the bed.

The next day’s headlines said in big, bold letters.

Two teen boys are missing from the neighborhood. It seems they never arrived home last evening. Rumor has it that they visited the old, haunted house on Weed St, and their curiosity got the better of them.  People are speculating whether they got sucked into the web of love

Moral of story is; when you find you are bored, clean your own closet.





Right Heart

Why does God heal some and not others? Why do some people get things that we have asked or prayed for, for years? How comes life seems so unfair at times? Why do some struggle so much of their life and others seem to breeze through theirs?

I don’t have the perfect answer. I do have an opinion though. I was watching Joyce Meyers today, and the topic was on Right Heart. I believe this is something that most, if not all of us struggle with at times.

I know for me, helping patients and families with questions about Multiple System Atrophy, gives me nothing but the greatest joy in my life. I love helping others. I get no monies from it. I, perhaps, could pat myself on the back; but why, this is not why I do it. I realize and remember too well what my brother went through.

I remember the fear and the multiple questions I would bombard doctors, and Hospice with. I help patients so perhaps they will not suffer as I did.

What about when our hearts are not in the Right Heart place. How many times have we fooled ourselves, convincing our minds, that we are asking for the right reason; but actually, the truth be known, we are asking for ourselves.

Joyce stated that we ask for things out of various reasons. Some examples may be status. Maybe we need to impress others in order to make ourselves feel better. If we have a new car, or a good position at work, or more money each week in our pocket, we feel good.

We ask God for things out of jealousy. We may ask for things to get help give us an inner power of being better than others.

I have to believe what Joyce said. We all need to rid ourselves of gaining anything; when we go to God in prayer. We should expect nothing in return. We should pray that God purifies our hearts, and we want only for God to use us while we are visiting here on earth.

It is a hard task because we are human, but with a prayer to God, asking him to help take all reasons away and to ask only out of thankfulness for what God has done for us, we can do this.

I believe death is something none of us will fully understand. Why do some people die young and others with bad heart attitudes seem to live forever? I believe in my heart that God sometimes takes people home early, because they have completed what God wanted them to do here on earth.

Other times, maybe God takes some home to save them from further suffering. Then there is the lesson. Maybe God wants us to learn something very important and we need to go through experiences that will teach us to look to God for answers.

What ever the case, God is the answer. We are placed here to do good things in his honor. We must have a Right Heart. We must think of God before ourselves. This is what I learned from Joyce today. Have a great day my friends.


Silly, Older Thoughts


Is it too crazy of a thought, at the age of sixty-something, to still wish to be close to someone?

Now that I can not work outside the home, there is only so much cleaning that can be done. I watch others lead their busy work days, and I sense the void of a companion even deeper.

I didn’t say anything about marriage contracts. I want someone who will listen to my silly talk. He may ask me to go out and eat, or we may sit at the park sharing conversation. Better yet, would be someone who enjoys their camera as much as I love mine. We could take photos of different scenes.

He may call me on the telephone to just see what I am doing. Speaking about that, this is one of the biggest voids in my life today. I miss hearing from loved ones. Children grow up and raise their own children. They don’t need their parents in the same way, so phone calls become less.

I am doing alright, I am not saying I am not, but there is a difference between surviving, living, and something to keep looking forward to. Does anyone understand what I am saying, or am I just being a silly, older lady today?