MY GOD-JOB OF WALKING!

       Well,  He tells me to walk in a few of the local streets.  Since December 12th, '15, it was indicated by a Doctor area that I could not drive my car any more, I've been walking near my house.   Usually every day I walk for 15 minutes or 45 minutes.  Never know what to do and where to go.  The Lord tells me to turn left or right, watch homes, see people driving by that portion or kids playing or people working or sitting in their yard.  I have 2 canes and when walking I sometimes am a little bit stumbling, especially when the streets have part of it going up a bit or down a bit.  Anyhow, this is all I can do.  I worship and pray and deal strongly with the sinful demonic issues here that have been here for nearly 1,000 years.  The Lord uses me in unusual ways, and I do it!  Even when it's too hot or too cold or too rainy or windy and I can't go away strongly, I can be in our yard for a few minutes and worship and pray.
     Most of the homes in our area were built about 80 to 95 years ago.  Our home is 95 years old, for instance. So now I'll shut up, but here's a few pictures of what I see around here.

WORSHIPING!! MOMENTARILY AND FOREVER!

     Well, I'm going to show you a picture that I had put on at another time, maybe about a year ago re: worshiping and glorifying and praising our Heavenly Father.  I have been worshiping and praying often while driving around from our Omaha area and around parts of our nation.  I'm very sad, b/c I can't drive.  At a hospital in December 12, '15, it was officially dropped onto my that I can't drive.  Mostly, b/c of the dementia and/or my body issues.   Well, I'm still very sorrowful, b/c I can't drive.  My husband and a couple friends drive me around, usually on "my" car, to the locational areas here where I can worship and pray and glorify to the Lord.  Anyhow, in our house, many times a day and at night, I do my singing to the Lord.  I'm usually walking for about 1/2 hour and then back home and sitting and resting.  When I'm able to walk here from our home with my 2 canes, I focus on the Lord and worship and pray.
      I often consider how glorifying it will be in Heaven for all of us.  When I'm seeing clouds, I always smile!!! So, that's my main way to focus on the Lord.  Anyhow, here's the photo again, and it's exactly what I can do.  He is all that counts!!!

WORSHIPING THE LORD! ALL I CAN DO!!!!

     All I can do is share a small piece.  The Lord uses me to pray and worship and glorify and praise in our home and around the local area and when on a car to go anywhere.  I am very tired and can't do much, but I can walk and worship.  Anyhow, my dementia has increased and my situations re: my feet and ankles cause me to stumble.  I use my two canes anytime I'm walking out and I'm truly hearing from the Lord exactly where to go on the streets and watching the homes. 
     About 20 years ago, the Lord dropped this onto me.  The reason He has shown me where to go, usually from here to the a variety around our nation, because, spiritually, I have been shown re: the issues here up to thousands of years.  During those times other gods were strong and people and animals, etc., were sacrificed to and for the gods. The Lord has used me... and others... much of the time re: worshiping and glorifying the Lord and praying for the locations.
     I was a driver around our nation for more than 35 years.  NOW, since a hospital on Dec. 12, '15, indicated I can't drive any more... a brain thing ... it's a heart-broken issue for me. In these months, my husband and a couple friends have driven me around and most of those locations even when I had been driving around and used to worship and pray.  I did it nearly ever day then. Well, now I have it a couple times a week, wherever I choose, and, when sitting in the car, I'm still worshiping and praying and glorifying time.  That's all that counts. And the pictures are connected to the walking and the driving.  I'll share the clouds.  I'm a cloud addict!!!

   

  I can hardly get on the blog stuff any more, but I love and miss so many of you.   

     I'll be going to bed soon, and it's usually 11 to 12 hours in bed.  The normal situation now is that, when I'm in bed, I'm singing and worshiping until I am asleep at night and then begin as soon as I wake up at night a few times and then when waking up in the morning.   All I can do and, again, focusing on the Lord is all that counts.

A LONG-TIME FRIEND!!!

[I'm sorry that I didn't write very well, but I tried.  I'll try another month or two just to share re: how the Lord has been so special to and for me.  That's a miracle!!]  
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    Way back in Redwood City, CA, area, I was down from Tacoma, WA, with my former husband who had been born and raised in that direction, and about 4 months after we were married he suddenly took me down.   I was 23 to 28 years old down there.
      I had a friend, through church in Redwood City, Denise, who, for about several months, was babysitting my daughter and son

Her sons and my kids and their dad and me.

way back then, especially when I was working.  Renae was 4-1/2 years old and Steve was 16 months old when I was sent out of that place.  Suddenly,   through an amazing way, she was given a gift of about $600.  When I came for my kids, Monday, May 19th when I was off work, and she asked where I wanted to go sometime. I told her that I wanted to go to Omaha to see a long-time friend.  My friend, Susan, and I hadn't been together for several years, and had been friends at high school in Klickitat, WA.  I hadn't been told about her $600 gift right then, and, when I indicated where I'd like to go, and it would be nearly $200 on the plane for me and my kids, Denise said she'd give ME $300.  WOW!!   Because of Denise's gift of money, I and my kids were on the airplane to Omaha, May 24, '74. Thought I'd be in Omaha for about a couple months and then back to Redwood City.  Renae was going to be in school for the first time and that's what I anticipated.  Well, he indicated through a letter and a phone only a couple months later, that I could not come back.  He did not want to know or see me any more.  WELL, about 1-1/2 years later, a pastor had called me about his spiritual situation, and that husband talked to me and drove out a few weeks later.  He arrived December 5, '75.  Denise had seen him several times for a couple years before I left and about a year when I had left.
      I've lived in Omaha most of the time for 42 years.  I've been in Oklahoma for a couple years, when my former husband had gone down there in '82 to be a roof fixer and he was wonderful at that. Well, we ended up divorced in Oklahoma in Sept., '84, and I was back up in Omaha with my kids, in early September, able to be with lots of friends in that town, and special schools for my kids that they've loved being there.  Suddenly, and surprisingly, I had been married in September, '85. Now it's been 30 years... in September it will be our 31st anniversary ...  and he's been a wonderful person for me and my kids.  My kids and grandkids LOVE him!!
       OK!  This is the amazing situation.  I've always thought about Denise and wondered how to get together.  I was not back living in those western states.  I've driven out or been flown out to see my sisters and friends for about 38 years.            

Renae and Denise at our house

      THEN, Denise was here July 12th.  My husband and I picked her up at the airport and had wonderful time.  We've never known or seen each other in those 42 years.  The amazing piece that it occurred was through Facebook, b/c she connected somehow with me a couple months ago.  She decided to come to Omaha to be with me and to meet my kids.   She got to see Renae and Steve.  [BTW, my husband was a real blessing to and for her, too.] 
      She was here for a week and went back on Tuesday the 19th.  We put her at the airport and gave her lots of hugs!!
     

      Anyhow, it was a blessing to have her here.  She's about a year younger than me.  I'm 71 and she's 70.  
     Now I just wanted to tell how wonderful it has been.

MY BIRTHDAY!!!

      Oh, on Saturday, July 9th, I was officially 71 years old.  I

woke up a bit and walked around the house a bit.  But, normally, I struggle much.  A few hours later, nearly 2 in the afternoon, my husband came home from his job at our church and picked me up and took me to my daughter's home.  Was a blessing to see her and her husband and some of my grandkids, and my great-grandson.  Then, munching food pieces and hugging and kissing is all I could do for about 2 hours.   
       THEN my husband drove many of the areas outside of Omaha to the towns and the acres and the hills where for about a year, when going around that whole area,  I've been a

worshiper and a prayer and I praise and sing.  It took about 2 hours.  Then I was home and Saturday night I had a few wonderful phone calls. 
       NOW, tomorrow a special lady is coming from Washington and we've never spent time together for 42 years.  When I was in Redwood City, CA, when I was 23, we ended up in a church.  She, a few years ago moved up the Washington.  She'd been in that portion of California for MANY years, since she was a kid and in her early 60s to get to Washington.  Now she's flying out and being here in Omaha for a week and it's a HUGE blessing.  We'll be picking her up at the airport tomorrow.  My son and my grandson will be taking us to lunch in a couple days re: my birthday, BUT they won't know what a blessing this is until we're together.  When she was babysitting my kids when I was working, she was very special for me.  Until I was 28, and being a special friend with and for her and her kids,  I suddenly flew out here, which was a miracle.  My daughter was 4-1/2 years old and my son was 16 months old.  So, adding 42 years to their ages means they ain't young and they both have kids and strong jobs.  Can hardly wait to see her tomorrow and hope to spread her to my kids in a special way.  I'll show her lots of other things in the Omaha area re: what a blessing this was.    It will be a wonderful situation during this week.  Then she'll be flying back out to the west.
      Anyhow, I don't know when and how I can read your things, b/c I'll be doing much with my friend for a week.  BUT I'll try to look at all your writing portion.  She, I hope, can be reading something... maybe when I give her "The Annie Project"... I'll attempt to read your things during that time.
      As I've said to you in the past, and it's much of the present, my dementia has increased and my body issue is a challenge.  The Lord healed my heart very strongly when I was 28, 39, and 42.  And He protected and kept me when even as a kid and adult in a variety of places in our nation and other places when I could have been murdered easily.  Obviously, I'd have been in Heaven a long time ago!  Well, I worship and pray and glorify the Lord and rejoice and look at Heaven much of the time when I see clouds.  
      Bless you all.  AND you're a blessing for many people.  AND the picture of me and my husband was at the lunch time at my daughter's.  

MY 1ST JULY 4TH...

      I wrote most of this a few years ago.  BUT every time of this stretch of 4th of July has always entered my attention.  It was a very strong and different time in and for me when I was a young kid.  As I often say, I would be 5 years old on July 9th, in spite of the fighting situation.  WELL, next July 9th, next Saturday, I will be 71.  I can't be on here often b/c of my dementia and body issues and how I can't read or write.  BUT many of you are special to me in my heart, if nothing else.  So, I'll share it again! [AND my Dad came to the Lord officially when he was 59 and went to Heaven when he was 65.  Mom officially came to the Lord when she was 82 and went to Heaven when she was 90-1/2.  SO, when I'm there, I sure hope to see them.  Can hardly wait!!!]
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 MY 1ST JULY 4TH...

     I was NOT only 1 year old at the time, but it's the first main one I remember.  I was turning 5 years old near the 4th of July, because my birthday is on the 9th.
     My Dad hadn't been in my life on a regular basis until about a year before that. 

     In April, 1950, we moved into Kenton, Washington, near Vancouver, which was a slummy area and we lived in an ugly little house with brown asbestos siding.  The neighborhood had pigs and chickens running loose, and rats, and lots of dirt.  The kids were mean, too, and I was littler than most of them, having been born as a preemie.

      One day, shortly before the 4th, a 7-year old boy, a bully, came up to me and poked me under my chin with a firecracker punk and burned me.   When he took off, I ran to my parents and told them, crying, of course.
     My Dad made a decision.  The best thing that could be done was to teach me how to fight.  So, he spent time coaching me on the "old one-two" boxing punch.  He worked me hard, believe me.
     Then, a few days later, between the 4th and my birthday, the 9th, "Bully" came to the fence in front of our house and stared at me with a kind of mean look on his face.  My Dad happened to be in the front yard with me.  Dad nodded at me to go outside the fence.  He backed under a tree and watched.
     I walked out, looked at the boy, walked up to him, and took my right arm and swung it at him the way my Dad had said to do it.  I hit him in his stomach with swing number 1 and immediately hit his chin with number 2.  I said each number as I was swinging my arm.
     What did he do?  He ran away.  The bully had been bullied by a skinny, short, young GIRL.  Don't think he could ever have imagined that.  [And I bet he didn't ever tell anyone about it!]

Now, the results.

#1 -- Dad was pleased with how I did it.  Despite the fact that in our present day, a dad usually would approach the bully's family, back then my Dad handled it differently.  He had been raised as a fighter, period.  Family battles were constant in his life.  He didn't see a better way to deal with these tough situations.  So training me fit right into his view.  Seemed the safest thing to do for me.

#2 -- The portion of Satan planted thoughts in my heart that stayed there until I was 20 years old and came to the Lord.  And even then, it did not change immediately; it took some time.  The thoughts/lies were:  You're on your own.  You fight for yourself.  Can't trust anyone else to take care of you.

     And, this was the beginning of a life-style for me.  Yes, as you would see on some of my posts, I was a fighter, physically, from that point on.  [Some parents and kids considered me a bully!... Hmm!]
     The good result?  Now I am a "fighter" for our Lord and constantly focused on the spiritual warfare.  Fighting is not uncomfortable for me any more.  Why? Because my Spiritual Dad is now my Heavenly Father and when I obey Him, moving into a battle, fighting spiritual "bullies" for the sake of other struggling people, the results will be eternal.

                               Happy 4th of July!

DAVE'S POETIC GIFT TO ME!!

Two days after God put us together... officially, May 19, '85... and almost no one knew about that for about a month, b/c we were trying to make sure this would really be happening, and carefully.  He was several years younger than me and had been buried strongly in the Lord.  Anyhow, on May 21, he came to my place and knocked on the door.  When I opened, he handed me an envelope.  He was going downtown to a special music situation and a couple of his friends from church were with him in the car. Since he was a youth leader, and my daughter was involved with him at church, the people in the car assumed it was something he was giving to her.   No one would know it wasn't anything for my daughter. Anyhow, as I said, it had my name on the outside and had a couple of what he had drawn on it. When I opened it, after he had gone, I was amazed. It was a poem that he sent to me. I've kept it for all these years in a picture frame for it to be seen. Anyhow, I'll show the words now and show a photo of it! He was a blessing... and his info re: us was quite unusual for me. AND he did all of it that day at the Base when he was there. WOW!!
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How can such a tough cookie be so fragile?
      Yet you are.
      And I understand.

Fragileness is a part of your beauty, like a flower,
      and your willingness to risk hurt shown your strength,
           which balances and makes you whole.

I pray that i see your fragility,
      so i can trust you as i ought.
         I would loathe to crush the flower underfoot,
             when i desire to nurture you and grow you up in Jesus.

I pray the Lord's forgiveness,
      and yours,
if i'm not tender when i need to be,
     and tough when i need to be.

Love,
Dave.

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Since my dementia has increased, I can't read well and can't write well and can't follow through well.  It's been a bit more than a month since I've been on here.  I'm sorry, b/c I've loved and enjoyed so many of you.  But sharing this is very important to me.  Anyway, worshiping the Lord and focusing on Heaven and glorifying the Lord moment-by-moment, day-by-day, night-by-night.  BTW, I've read the Bible since I was a kid, and until several months ago.  Now I can read the Bible and the words, but I can't understand things nearly as well.  Now I'll shut up.  But just wanted to let you know, b/c I sure enjoyed being involved with you in these last few years!!