Happy New Year!

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I went back and read my last post again and had to chuckle.  I ended it with the thought that perhaps I needed to fast again, and today I started one.  I think it’ll only be for three days, but we’ll see.

As I type this I’m sitting here waiting for my brother to bring my dad up.  He has his second cataract surgery on Tuesday, but now we know what to expect and I’m sure he’s not as anxious.  He will be 81 tomorrow.  Not sure how to celebrate, but I imagine a cake will be involved.  I’ll see what he wants to do.

What do I want to do?  Honestly I would love to just be left alone for a couple weeks and spend time writing/creating/playing guitar, but it seems that no matter how “free” a week may look it fills up very quickly.  Last year at this time I was fresh off a back injury and the prednisone I was taking gave me an incredible creative burst that I tried to peck out on my phone in the middle of the night.  To this day I don’t know what some of the things mean that I wrote, lol.  I do remember looking forward to the year, calling it my “Sweet 16” and having great expectations.  Then dad had his stroke and his wife filed for divorce and everything changed.  It was no surprise to God, though, and I learned a lot from it.  I’m still learning actually.  And yes, there were some sweet things that came from even that.

I took three pictures yesterday, finishing out my picture-a-day project I did this year with a bang.  I’ve proven to myself that I actually can finish something I start, lol.  It shouldn’t take long to put the finishing touches on the scrapbook I have been putting them into.  It is quite thick and was a fun project.  Already I am asking what I should be doing this year.  A friend gave me a journal this week.  Can I make myself write in it every day?

Kat and I are working on our next “Campfire Girls” performance for nursing homes.  We decided to do one on love (seeing as we’ll be doing it in February) and are going to play a lot of old songs.  Some might argue that they aren’t “spiritual”, but if God is love, then isn’t all real love from Him?  You’d be surprised how many love songs can actually be tweaked and become worship!  Besides, it’s been proven that music can bring a person back (temporarily) from the confusion of Alzheimers and dementia.  If just for an hour, we can bring joy back to their hearts.  Yesterday I worked on “I Only Have Eyes For You.”  I’m still longing for the day I see Him face to face.  Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.  My husband has seen Him.  I’m still waiting (what does that say, lol).

Speaking of Kevin, he had a “dream” the other morning.  He had gone in to the hospital the night before to visit a Christian brother who’d had a heart attack.  In the morning he had a dream where he was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at this man and Jesus was beside him and he was just sharing with Jesus all the reasons why he felt his friend should stay.  Every time Kevin would say something Jesus would answer with, “I know.”  It made us chuckle as he talked about the things Kevin was saying like, “But he just bought a brand new guitar!”  “But I was just getting to know him!”  “But he’s an important part of our worship team!”  It wasn’t his friend’s first heart attack, and both of us felt that he had a choice in whether he stayed or went.  I don’t blame him for wanting to go home.

Time to wrap up this post.  Dad just got here and so I’ll be quite busy for a few days.  He told me he’s had some “episodes” with the vision in his left eye this past week (the one to be operated on).  I am hoping it is nothing serious.

 

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