Two weekends in a row. One duchess last weekend and the other one this weekend. I took the younger one home today. She was here three nights. One night isn’t enough. Three nights is pushing it for my energy. Two nights is usually just right. We will see both of them next Saturday, Lord willing.
I have had one of them for ten or twelve nights last year. I don’t recall just how many. We did well only because I didn’t push to try to do all the fun things in two days. I have so many ideas and so much ambition to make their time with me as fun as possible, I try to cram too much in too little time.
One of the funny things about the girls: One has recently gotten an Alexa in the house. It was a bonus gift with a large purchase her folks had made. She loves to tell it to play songs for her to dance and sing. This weekend with the other one, we had washed and dried her hair and I put it up in a looping pony before bed. She asked me to take a picture with my phone so she could see how it looked.
They are children of their time in the world. Just as I was when it was my time and their parents were in their time. What us older folks worry about as being too modern, too fancy, too whatever, they will cherish as the good old days someday.
They will manage their world in a way we can’t because it is what they know. What wonderful lives they will live! Just as we have in a world so different from our grandparents’ world.
Faith, not fear. Love and hope and dreams and Jesus. That is what I want to help them see. This Raining Orchids has become my “picture” for them to some day look and see how much they are loved and how important they are. And for my friends, family and my Rock to know how precious they are to me, too. The Lord already knows.
My usual winter blues have arrived in full force. February has always been a very difficult month for me. Obviously cold is not the problem. We have had record warm temperatures for a while. Is it the low sunlight? Probably.
Compounding the problem is what my health care provider and I believe is fibromyalgia. I started a prescription medication today. The pain and fatigue is constant in different levels of intensity. The kind of ache that occurs with fever or the flu. All the time. I have sought help for this several times over the years. Most providers just dismiss my complaints as stress and depression. I told this one I don’t care what she calls it. Just give me something to help me feel better. It will take a few weeks to get results. Interestingly, this time my trip to the provider was not from a feeling of desperation. I have a feeling of positive expectation to have my symptoms relieved.
Despite this problem, I think I finally have what I need to complete a long standing project. Family photos. I am certainly not a scrap booker. I have boxes of photos I want to put into regular photo albums. Over the years I have sorted through the stacks. I have passed along and throw away stacks and stacks.
I want to state how I came upon the albums. I was on the way to the doctor’s office. I was thinking of the things I wanted to look for in the city shops. Suddenly, I was impressed to pray over “my plans”. I had photo albums on my list among other things. About the only thing I purchased were the albums and additional pages to fill them. The rest of this story is that they were on sale half price. I got them at Hobby Lobby. I picked up a sheet of pretty poster board paper for something else for a couple of dollars. That was it. Nothing else purchased despite stopping at several places looking for some things on my list.
A definite yes. That is how I am trying to operate these days. When shopping, when cleaning and sorting, when doing anything, I am seeking a definite yes. If I have a maybe, it is a no. For example, today I went to a department store to check for a pair of shoes. No shoes found. But, purses were seriously on sale. Oh, my! Temptation. Serious temptation. I found a purse I liked. I didn’t love it. But I could think of several positives with it. I went so far as to have the sales clerk check the actual sale price and got in line with it. Suddenly, I realized I didn’t have a definite yes decision. I had reservations about the color and a couple of the details. I had reservations about buying a purse I could do without. It does not fit in my 2017 theme to reduce.
He has been intensely concerned and supportive, as usual. One of my best blessings is him. I don’t deserve him. I am very grateful to Him for him.
This is where I am this week. Positive expectation. Seeking a definite yes. Reducing distractions.