Mrs. Sparkly’s Ten Commandments Award

I am glad I have my little online community, but I do wish I had some people I could call friends in real life as well. I copied this from my dear friend Anne Sikes. “But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.” (2 Cor. 4:7) Sharing the journey through daily thoughts and struggles, examination of Scripture, poetry, music and art.  This is another part of who Anne is. http://mylifeuncutalmost.wordpress.com   Anne is one of the nicest people on here I have met. She is real, honest, and shares her life’s journey with me. She has also honored me with this beautiful nomination, Mrs. Sparkly’s Ten Commandments Award. Isn’t the butterfly sitting on the pink rose just beautiful? Thank you Anne for this award.

Rules

The rules for this award are that you must answer the following ten questions and nominate ten blogs that you think deserve the award.

1. Describe yourself in seven words.

Honest, shy, humorous, loving, compassionate, middle-aged, short

2. What keeps you up at night?

Fear of the dark

3. Whom would you like to be

Me, but thinner, and taller

4.What are you wearing now

pajamas

5. What scares you

Not hearing God’s words and losing my brother

6.What are the best and worst things about blogging

Being able to express my thoughts, making and keeping new friends,

No one reading my blogs anymore

7.What was the last website you looked at

Facebook

8.If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be

To be happy more often

9. Slankets, yes or no

I do not know what slankets mean, so I am going to be safe and say no

10. Tell us something about the person who nominated you

Loving, compassionate, forgiving, intelligent, follower of God

Nominations for:

successbmine.wordpress.com

jmgoyder.wordpress.com

forhisgloryandpraise.wordpress.com

buckwheatsrisk.wordpress.com

gravatar.com/babyjill7

francineinretirement.wordpress.com

pinkninjabi.com

gravatar.com/pusspudding

birdmartin.wordpress.com

terri0729.wordpress.com

Thank you once again Anne for thinking of me for this nomination!

 

Deeper Than Deep

'A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.' (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am sorry I am posting another story. I can’t help it today. I think of the things that I feel are tragic. Kids getting sick, car accidents, speeding tickets, court dates, divorce, alcoholics, drug users. Losing a job, never having enough money, being hungry. There was a day, not long ago to me, that I felt the way I feel today. The loss of my father, my hero. Never to see him again. Missing him, never hearing his voice again. I did manage to move on with support from family and friends. I am opening up my heart, slicing it right down the middle, so you can see all it holds. Pain, my heart holds the pain for my brother, because his pain is on over load. Tears. My heart has many tears flowing through it, because my brother’s tears have fallen all day and mine have followed his. Grief. My heart holds grief, because my brother keeps telling me that he doesn’t want to live. That his tremors have won. In my own personal life, I have had sorrow. A loss of my parents, a friend or two throughout the years. A job loss. Having no home at all. Scarcity in food. I hurt, but I healed. Holes in my heart closed. Life moved forward. I am now forced to the largest challenge in my life. For today, I have had to introduce the wheel chair into our daily lives. A gait belt for better support. News was announced that social outings were going to be limited. My challenge is to watch unstable walking, aggressive tremors, seeming to worsen each month, soft-spoken words, drooling, slow movements, choking, swallowing, the use of canes, walkers, I have been beaten down by this wicked disease. My heart feels like it can break no more, until this moment. My brother came out of his bedroom, telling me he was watching The Ten Commandments. Tears were pouring out of his eyes. I could barely hear him speak. I bent down close to his face and asked if he could repeat what he had just said. He told me, that the show really bothered him. I ask him why. He said, I am tired. My tremors make me tired Terry. I can’t do anything anymore. I can’t even change my own bed sheets. The tears became stronger and stronger, and I heard him choke out the words,,,,,,,,it makes me think that I am going to see Jesus soon.