HIS MERCY ENDURES!!

CAN COUNT ON HIM

 FOREVER AND EVER!!

THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN IN SEPTEMBER, '85, WHEN

DAVE AND I WERE IN THE NORTHERN MINNESOTA AREA

VISITING MY LONG-TIME FRIEND, SUSAN, AND  STAYING AT

HER HOUSE A DAY AFTER WE WERE MARRIED IN OMAHA.  THEN, ON A DAYTIME PIECE, WE DROVE TO LAKE ITASCA,

 ABOUT 30 MILES FROM HER HOME,

WHERE THE BEGINNING OF MISSISSIPPI RIVER OCCURS.

OUR HEAVENLY FATHER WAS

 A PRAISE AND A BLESSING FOR DAVE AND I 

WAY BACK THEN... SEPARATELY OR TOGETHER... AND ALSO EVERYONE IN THE WORLD

 BEFORE AND AFTER, 

FOR CENTURIES AND THOUSANDS OF YEARS. 

HEAVENLY FATHER IS ALL I/WE CAN COUNT ON 

FOREVER AND EVER!!! 

[AS I SAID "FOREVER AND EVER" AT THE TOP AND NOW AT THE BOTTOM.  ON MY HEART CONSISTENTLY! HALLELUJAH!]

 

GOD'S TRUTHFUL ROCK!!

TRUSTING HIM IS ALL THAT COUNTS!

WHEN I SEE THE ROCKS IN MY YARD

OR AROUND THE NATION

OR AROUND THE WORLD...

I ALWAYS THINK OF HIM AND TRUST TIME!

[AND I DEFINITELY HAVE ROCKS FROM WASHINGTON, OREGON, COLORADO, UTAH, MONTANA, MINNESOTA, WISCONSIN, AND MICHIGAN.  THEN, I HAVE A FEW FROM UGANDA, COSTA RICA, MOROCCO, AND ENGLAND.  SOME ARE INSIDE OUR HOUSE...ESPECIALLY SOME OF THE SMALL ONES... AND OUTSIDE OUR HOUSE.  I HAVE A FEW OF THEM IN MY BEDROOM JUST BY MY MIRRORS ON THE DRESSER.  ONE IS FROM A SPECIAL PLACE IN UGANDA... A "GOLD" ONE FROM SEVERAL MILES OUTSIDE OF KAMPALA UP A HILL FROM WHERE OUR HOUSE WAS... AND ONE FROM BAUDETTE, MN, BECAUSE IT REALLY TOUCHED MY HEART AS LOOKING AT IT AND SEEING CANADA RIGHT ACROSS THE RIVER.  SO, YES, I'M A ROCK ADDICT.  WHEN I'M IN HEAVEN, I TRULY HOPE THE LORD WILL LET ME HAVE SOME FROM OUR WORLD, THE UNIVERSES, OR "ROCKS" IN AN ANGEL AREA.  WHO KNOWS?  MAKES ME SMILE.  I'VE BEEN A ROCKY GAL SINCE I WAS BECOMING 5 YEARS OLD IN VANCOUVER, WA,

 AND NOW I'LL BE 70 IN ABOUT A MONTH...HAVE CONTINUED TO LOVE ROCKS... AND PART OF THE REASON IS BECAUSE, WHEN READING THE BIBLE, ROCKS HAVE BEEN PART OF GOD'S SHARING PIECES.

 BTW, ST. JOHN'S WAY EVEN WITH THE REVELATION GROUP.  

CAN'T NOT LOOK FORWARD TO ROCKS.]

HEAVENS HIGHER!! A BLESSING FOR US!!

THIS IS ON MY HEART VERY HEAVILY TODAY.

FOCUSING ON THE LORD IS ALL WE CAN DO

FOREVER AND EVER.

HE IS THE GLORIOUS MEMBER OF OUR LIFE!

MY DAD'S BEEN IN HEAVEN!!

THE MINISTER WONDERFULLY USED THIS WORD FOR MY DAD AT THE FUNERAL.  WHAT A TREAT!

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      MY DAD DIED 31 YEARS AGO TODAY, MAY 22ND, 1984, WHEN 65 YEARS OLD.

     THROUGH MUCH SINFULNESS, FROM HIS CHILDHOOD TIME FORWARD, HE OFFICIALLY CAME TO THE LORD WHEN HE WAS 59.  HE LIVED IN TACOMA MANY TIMES OVER THE YEARS, AND CALLED ME HERE IN OMAHA ONE SUNDAY AFTERNOON IN THE SPRINGTIME AND TOLD ME.  THEN HE SENT ME A LETTER WITH HOW IT HAPPENED.  I REJOICED.

     MY DAD AND I HAD RARELY SEEN EACH OTHER FOR A NUMBER OF YEARS SINCE I WAS ABOUT 23.  THEN, AFTER HE SENT ME THE LETTER AND CALLED ME ABOUT TURNING TO THE LORD, WE SAW EACH OTHER JUST ONE MORE TIME.  THE REASON I SAW HIM WAS BECAUSE ALL OF MY SISTERS WENT TO SEE HIM DURING THE THANKSGIVING TIME IN '83.  MIRACULOUSLY, I WAS ABLE TO BE THERE. SINCE FLYING FROM OKLAHOMA WOULD BE TOO EXPENSIVE, I DIDN'T THINK I COULD GO.  THEN  A CO-WORKER WITH ME AT MY JOB IN OKLAHOMA GAVE ME THE FINANCIAL GIFT.  SO MY SISTERS AND I ALL KNEW IT WOULD BE OUR LAST TIME WITH HIM AS A GROUP.

      MY SISTER, NIKI, HAD CALLED ME WHEN I WAS IN OKLAHOMA IN THE PREVIOUS SEPTEMBER AND TOLD ME HE WOULD DIE SOON. HE HAD JUST BEEN TOLD THIS BY THE DOCTORS WHEN HE WAS CHECKED ON.  IT WAS A SUDDEN SITUATION. NIKI SAID I SHOULD WRITE A POEM FOR HIM.  GOD QUICKLY GAVE IT TO ME THAT DAY, AND I SENT IT TO HER.  SHE FRAMED IT, AND GAVE IT TO HIM.  HE HAD IT FOR ABOUT 8 MONTHS INSTEAD OF JUST A FEW WEEKS.  

       MIRACULOUSLY, I WAS FLOWN OUT TO TACOMA FOR HIS FUNERAL SERVICE; MY BROTHER-IN-LAW, FRED, THE HUSBAND OF KRISTAN, ARRANGED IT FOR THE PLANE COMPANY.  AT THE FUNERAL, THE POEM FRAME WAS HANDED TO ME, AND I READ IT DURING THE SERVICE, AND, OFFICIALLY, IT WAS GIVEN TO ME,  AND I STILL HAVE IT ON A WALL, EVEN WHEN MOVING TO DIFFERENT HOMES SEVERAL TIMES OVER THESE YEARS.  IT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME OFTEN AND I'M SMILING.  CAN HARDLY WAIT TO SEE DAD WHEN I'M IN HEAVEN!

HERE'S THE POEM:

TO DAD

We’re so much alike – you and I – 
    We think and we feel much the same.
When we love, it’s a deep, soul-filling love,
    When we hurt, it’s with soul-rending pain.

We’re like mirrors – mirror images.

Two needn’t be close –
    If you’re counting the miles –
To Share this world’s Days and its Night.
    There are soul-mates
Who travel life’s path side by side
    Though mountains and plains bar their sight.

And we’re mirrors – you and I – mirror images.

Without Jesus to keep us, we’d Die – you and I –
    Eternally lost from our Lord.
Our hurts closed our hearts to the goodness of God,
    And we turned our backs to His Word.

We’re SO alike – like mirrors – mirror images.

But He reached us – He found us
    And He healed our hearts –
The greatest of healings provided.
    We opened our hearts to receive that great love,
And now He walks closely beside us.

We walk hand-in-hand,
    But with Jesus between –
As He looks in our hearts, we can say
    It’s not just the one,
        or the Two,
            But the THREE of us,
Who will love through Eternity’s Day.

Shining like mirrors – mirror images 

NIKI WAS A BLESSING, IS A BLESSING!

  Niki gave me a photo when she graduated in Oregon where

she had been going to from Tacoma and staying with a friend she had known in Klickitat and who had moved to Madras. Somehow, Niki went there to be with her friend and it was more than 250 miles from Tacoma and took about 5 hours to get there, and the car was FILLED with my parents, my sisters, and some of their friends. It was quite a challenge, but a blessing to see her.
      When she gave me the photo, she wrote something sweet

and wonderful to me. I've never forgotten. We ain't young... in the photo she had just turned 18 and I was 22 ... heading to 23.    
     Yesterday she turned 65; I'll be 70 in about 7 weeks.  She was and is a blessing, then. Niki has continued to be a blessing for me and for many.  I love and miss her!! [And my sisters and nieces, nephews, and friends in the NW... love so much, miss so much!]

Together in Tacoma for Mom's 80th Birthday, July 28, 2000.

MORE LOVE AGAIN!

Dave and I with the granddaughters that graduated yesterday. 

[Sorry this is so long, but the event is important for me and many.  Thanks for putting up with me.  OH, and the color I'm using on the letters is b/c it's his favorite color.  I'm not using purple, so you'll know him.   I'm smiling when writing this piece.]
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     Re: the photo above, this is the info.  Sunday, late afternoon and evening, we were together with them and my others.  Some of you wouldn't have seen Dave and I together on a photo very recently, so I put it on here so you'd see.  AND the reason is because tomorrow, Tuesday, May 19th, my husband and I will be celebrating our 30th Dating Anniversary.  It was a miracle then, and, day-by-day, it's a miracle now.

      I had begun attending his church on the first Lenten service toward the end of February, 1985.  I had been asked to come there and do the writing, arrange for the music, have monologue people from other churches and there and, at the end of my "job", I was acting the final week event when I had written and was being Mary Magdalene.  Suddenly, when just dropping into this church, the Lord said to me, "You are home." 
      Dave was an Air Force officer, a pianist, organist, and a youth leader. And a young guy.  I respected him, because my daughter was in his youth group and he was so considerate and giving.  I was a bit on the tough side, especially as a divorced mom, hardly making it financially and emotionally.  I was very intense in terms of hoping to help other Christian divorced moms and dads who were walking through very difficult stretches, especially with churches that wouldn't accept them.
      WELL, one of his youth co-workers told Dave that he needed to mow my grass.  Made no sense; I hadn't asked for any help. I didn't do much ever, because I had hundreds of snakes in the yard and I was horrified.  But, for some reason Dave felt he was supposed to do it.  Someone locally in our house areas had managed to kill the snakes a few days earlier.
      Dave came on May 18th with the lawnmower.  It didn't work, which he hadn't anticipated, and he tried to fix it.  We talked in my garage while he was working on it.  It still wasn't fixed, so we did necessary errands connected to the youth.  Went riding on his motorcycle later that night.  Had fun.
      The next day he had piles of work at church, because he and the kids were preparing to head for Mexico as a missions team.  After church, he came to my house and worked on my yard, finished the mowing.  I, not knowing he was a marvelous cook and I was "OK", gave him a "thank you" dinner.
      Then he played a junky piano I had grabbed for my daughter when a neighbor was sending it to the dumps. Of course, it was wonderful to listen to him.

      For some reason, neither of us ever understood, so far outside of his character, he gave me a gentle, sweet kiss on my cheek as he was leaving.
      We talked the next day, Monday, and he came back to my house that evening and we hashed it more, and realized God was putting us together.  However, both of us were scared beyond belief -- so different.

My son and daughter were with us then.

We were engaged in 10 days, married in 4 months.  Shocked a lot of people!  But we knew it was what we were called to do.  It was WAY outside of the normal social aspects, Christian and otherwise. He was 25, I was 40 when we married. 
      So, MORE was the love through him that was poured into my heart, bringing healing from the Lord by his kindness, graciousness, givingness, huge generosity,  respect, appreciation ... most aspects I had never experienced in my life, even as a Christian.
      We had been together for 2 days when he dropped an envelope off to me while heading out for a meeting; would see me the next day.  When I opened the envelope, it blew my mind.

      This may seem too "romantic" and not serious enough re: "More" ... but, however, tomorrow we'll have lunch at a Greek restaurant we've enjoyed for many years and my daughter gave us the special money for it on my Mother's Day.  He's working at our church and teaching piano students that evening so we can't run out and do much, but we can pray, smile, hug and kiss. That's what counts.  He's been wonderful.
      And, yes, we were much different and, yes, he knew it from the beginning or he wouldn't have written this poem 30 years ago.  I still keep it in a frame on my dresser.  It will never go away.  This is it:

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How can such a tough lady 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 shows your strength, 

which balances and makes you whole.

I pray that i see your fragility, 
       so i can treat 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 am not tender when i need to be, 
      and tough when i need to be.

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      Very little had ever touched my heart more than that.  Accurate, filled with truth, pouring forth more and more love.  He's been a treat to me.  He was a gift from God.  My kids and grandkids, my sisters and other family members and friends had loved him ... almost more than they have loved me.  DUH!!  Because he's such a special person.  And he's a house fixer, yard fixer, WONDERFUL cooker, and wonderful pianist for churches and for weddings and funerals.  When we were in Uganda, a huge blessing for us together, he did all that same stuff there, too.  Teaching school books, computers, pianos, and fixing and fixing.  They love him, too.  As I've said, he's a huge blessing.
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I'll be 70 in July and my dementia and, possibly the beginning of Alzheimer's according to what I've been told, and my stumbliness and dizziness, etc., he's still very helpful and very kind and very loving.

JESUS CARES SO MUCH FOR US

A "COUNT ON" CARING BLESSING.

FOREVER!

HE IS MY HEART-TOUCHER, CONSISTENTLY!

I'M A GRATEFUL COOKIE! 

OUR HEAVENLY FATHER LISTENS...

TRUSTING HIM IS WHAT WORKS FOR 

ALL PEOPLE WHO PRAY.

WE OFTEN PRAY WHEN MEETING TOGETHER 

AT MURDER SITES.

OUR HEAVENLY FATHER TOUCHES

MANY, MANY OF THE SORROWFUL FAMILIES

AS WE PRAY THROUGH OUR HEARTS.

HE IS A BLESSING, AN ENCOURAGER,

TO THEM AND TO US. 


 

GOOD FIGHT...GOOD FAITH!

AS A KID, WHEN I WAS JUST TURNING 5 AND MY DAD TAUGHT ME HOW TO FIGHT, TO PROTECT MYSELF IN

 A DANGEROUS TOWN SITUATION.  

FROM THEN AND FORWARD, I WAS A FIGHTER

FOR FAMILY AND FOR OTHERS.

SINCE THE LORD BROKE INTO MY LIFE 

OFFICIALLY 49 YEARS AGO WHEN I WAS 20,

AND I ACCEPTED HIM, APRIL 15, 1966,

I HAVE BEEN USED BY HIM MANY TIMES

TO BE A "FIGHTER"... A SPIRITUAL ONE.

I'VE GONE WHERE HE TOLD ME TO GO...

SOMETIMES IN WHERE I AM

 IN NEIGHBORHOODS OR AROUND TOWNS,

SOMETIMES IN MANY OTHER STATES,

AND SOMETIMES IN OTHER NATIONS.

THE FOCUS USUALLY IS TO DEAL WITH 

THE GENERATIONAL DEMONIC FAMILY ISSUES.

ALSO THAT PEOPLE IN HISTORICAL LOCATIONS,

WHEN HORRIBLE DEMONIC SITUATIONS

 HAVE SPREAD THINGS AROUND UP

 TO HUNDREDS OF YEARS.

NOW, EVEN THOUGH IN THE LAST COUPLE YEARS,

I GET DIZZY AND TIRED AND I AIN'T A YOUNG 'UN,

AND I DON'T HAVE A LOT OF ENERGY.

HE STILL HAS ME GOING PLACES,

AND PRAYING AND PRAYING AND PRAYING,

TO TURN OUR LORD STRONGLY 

TO THE PEOPLE'S HEARTS.

WHEN I'M IN HEAVEN, I WONDER IF HE'LL

USE ME AGAIN, SOMEHOW, 

AROUND THE WORLD

AS AN "ANGEL". 

 DUH!!

MURDER FILLED WITH PRAYER AND PEACE AND SORROWFULNESS!

     Last Friday evening this entered my life significantly.  The murder had occurred quite a distant way from our home.  My husband went with me for the site, and, instead of consistently calling it a First Responders event, it was led by a very spiritual lady who wanted people to come and pray for the family and friends and called her event "A Hand to  Hold".

      It's a good thing that Dave drove me over there.  It was to begin at 8 on a hilly area, and I thought there might be many people and to park the car might be too challenging for me.  We arrived about 25 minutes earlier, and that was a good thing.  There were already a couple dozen people, and could park the car.  During another stretch, there were approximately 200 people and they had parked blocks away, up and down the hills.  

    Immediately, we saw a few of us connected to First Responders.  I saw a couple wonderful friends that were too busy with other ministry working points they could hardly ever come to our murder sites.  It was a blessing to see Brenda, in particular.  And she became a blessing for Dave and I again, as I'll indicate a bit later on this info.
     OK.  A mother, about 45, was murdered.  She had been stabbed.  One of her sons, who was 5, had been missing.  Another young son, about 1, was tossed into a green dumpster.  Amazingly, he was found early the next day.  
     When the mother's family and friends officially arrived, they were a bit later than anticipated.  They were expected to be there at 8.  They came a short time after 9.  The difference was that the darkness had stepped in solidly.  For the 200-ish of us to walk down from the central portion to where she had been tossed onto a side-place when she was dead.  
      I took a few photos on this portion of the people who arrived before dark. There were many who were Mexican and interpreters were a blessing when prayers and explanations were done. 

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One of the hugest blessings for me was when Dave and I were walking with all the others towards the death site location and I thought I'd never be able to get to the front portion and hear and see exactly what had taken place.  Then, suddenly, our friend Brenda, reached to Dave, and pulling him, and him pulling me, we were broken through to the front.  She was a leader that evening, and, because she knew we had prayer shawls, I'm sure that's why she grabbed us. 

     When I was suddenly in the front line, I looked a couple feet ahead, and surprisingly suddenly saw one of the ladies who was standing by the flowers and other deathly gifts, and had a couple people holding her arms and praying for her.  I immediately realized she was the sister of the one who was murdered and she had arrived very quickly from Texas when told about the murder.  I was suddenly able to hold the sister. The other 2 quietly left her with me and went to other situations re: the family.  So, I held her and prayed over her and she held me and cried and cried on my shoulder and my neck.  I held her for about 15 minutes and then, when topic came up, I and someone else placed a prayer shawl on her and the prayers were wonderful.  Even though I couldn't officially meet her then, because of what was going on, I truly hope I will meet her through some other way.
      Also was able to take a photo of the little boy who had

been tossed into the green dumpster. So, I'll toss a few of the photos. This was one of the most events that the Lord laid on me. 
      Today, it was informed that the 5-year old boy, who they had been looking for in a river a few miles west of that portion of Omaha, called the Elkhorn River, for about 3 days, they found his body on the side of the river today.  The sorrowness is for the family, of course.  BUT in my heart I've heard for these 3 days that this son was in heaven with his mom.
     The saddest portion is that Mom's son who is 25, murdered her, and turned himself on Saturday.  His girlfriend was also arrested and in jail for now.  She was involved in some way, but the information isn't perfect yet.
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     I just returned home now from another murder site in another part of Omaha.  We prayed for family and saw many children who were connected to the man who was murdered early Sunday morning.  He had a 6 year old son and a 2-month old son.  Now I'm home, very tired and filled with sorrow for what they've gone through.  It was a windy, chilly afternoon, early evening.
      Bless you and yours, whenever and wherever you are serving our Lord.

 

FULL OF JOY!!

WHEN READING THIS VERSE AND TRYING TO FIND A PHOTO THAT FILLED ME WITH IT, WHEN I SAW THIS ONE I SMILED AND WAS FILLED WITH JOYFULNESS AND REJOICING!

     ABOUT 4 DAYS BEFORE I WAS HEADING FROM TACOMA TO OMAHA LAST AUGUST, I, AT THE TACOMA MALL AREA, MET A BOY, AND IN A FEW HOURS WE BECAME FAMILY.  AARON CONSIDERED ME HIS GRANDMA.

      THREE DAYS LATER, WE WENT TO CHURCH TOGETHER AND HAD THE PICTURE TAKEN RIGHT BEFORE  WE WERE LEAVING.  WE WALKED A FEW BLOCKS AND HAD LUNCH AND THEN HE WENT TO WHERE HE LIVED, A FEW MORE BLOCKS AWAY, AND I WENT UP TO MY COUSIN SHARON'S ROOM TO BEGIN PLANNING  RE: AIRPORT SITUATION THE NEXT DAY. 

      AARON AND I HAVE BEEN IN TOUCH ON EMAIL AND PHONES QUITE A NUMBER OF TIMES IN THESE PAST 9 MONTHS.  WHEN I PLANNED TO BE IN TACOMA A COUPLE MORE MONTHS FROM NOW, WITH MY HUSBAND AND I DRIVING OUT,  I TRULY WANTED DAVE TO MEET AARON SO DAVE WOULD SEE AND MEET HIS NEW GRANDSON.  WELL, THIS WEEK WHEN CALLING HIM, I FOUND OUT THAT AARON IS SUDDENLY IN TEXAS WHERE HIS DAD LIVES.  HE'S GETTING A JOB AND WON'T BE GOING BACK OUT TO THE NORTHWEST, SINCE HE HAD, THROUGH HIS DAD IN THE PAST, FAMILY AND FRIENDS IN TACOMA. AARON WAS BORN IN TEXAS AND HE  HAS FAMILY AND FRIENDS THERE. 

    

     I'D GO DOWN TO TEXAS IF I COULD!  I WANT TO SEE HIM, MEET HIS HAD AND GIVE THEM HUGS, SINCE I'M FAMILY. OH, WELL.  IF NOTHING ELSE, IN HEAVEN I'LL SEE MY GRANDSON SOME TIME, SOME YEARS FROM NOW.

 

JUMPING TANDEM RETREAT..LAST WEEKEND

   [I took this photo of Deidra 2 years ago, and couldn't this time, but she was a blessing then and was a blessing now.]
 

Deidra Riggs, Leader 

The retreat two years ago was a huge blessing and I wanted to do it again this time.  AND it's not far from my home, so I couldn't NOT go!!!  Well,  I got there very early last Friday... about 10:45 AM when the officially portion was at 4 PM.  But quite a number were there after noon and I was blessed to see some of them I'd known before when I was at the same Retreat 2 years ago.  It was a huge blessing to see so many.
    During the afternoon and evening there were ways to connect and spend time with and worship through some of them.  I saw many a few times, even during a worshiping time, and that was wonderful.  However, when it was nearly dark, the Lord told me to start walking outside and around and about and pray and worship.  I was told to be on a pathway that went up and down some of the side hills below our huge "house".  It was solidly on the top of the hills that would drop down to a stream.  
    Since I have sometimes used 2 canes to use to walk around my home area, I certainly decided to use them then.  Walking on the paths, avoiding falling down the hill areas and crashing, was a pretty strong thing to do.  Well, I did it that evening and was out there going around and about any time and the Lord was telling me to turn certain ways, up and down a bit.  
    That night I couldn't take pictures of the deers that were running across the grasses and up through the tree area across from me. And, as much as I LOVE birds, I couldn't do that either.  I couldn't take too many pictures, anyhow, because I was using my 2 canes and couldn't just set them aside easily and quickly.  Well, I took pictures of the moon that popped up not long after I was walking.  So this is it.

    BTW, the next day, late in the morning, He had me do it again, but go further down to the stream and get across it on a wood piece.  Ended up on other tops of hill path areas.  Since there had been lots of rain that night, the canes and my tennis shoes and my jeans were muddy.  I saw much and did much, and stumbled a couple times when going up and down and the mud causing the dirt to be slippy.  I'm a grateful God-jobber and lover and worker.  I got back.  And, again, I couldn't take pictures, because I could fall.  When I got back, I told a couple of my friends that if I had fallen out in that area, it would have been quite a while until I was found under trees, under the stream, or a long way off the side of the paths.  I'm a very grateful God kid.  He always gave me the strength and insight that I needed.
    When in the portions where people were teaching and sharing the Word and encouraging, I smiled, but rarely took photos.  However, I'll end this with the pictures of some of the ones I was with.  Two years ago, I was driving around and about from our airport on Thursday, Friday, and Sunday. Sometimes when driving so often I didn't have time to be mixed with them during the retreat much, unless they were in my car/van.  When I reached that time, I needed to rest.  This time no one needed me to pick up or take back.  I'm a bit disappointed re: that, because I had loved doing the driving.  BUT the Lord, instead of driving used me to do the walking in a variety of times and places at that location area.  So, I still didn't spend enough time with everyone as I'd have loved to.  However, have a few pictures of them and me together.  That was a blessing.

Sandra Heska King and John D. Blase

 

Me and Diane Bailey

 

Elizabeth Stewart, Me, John, Brandee Shafer

Me and LW Lindquist

  

 


Then, one photo I took was of Sandra and her husband, without me.  Two years ago, I picked her up at the airport and spent a wonderful time with her.  This time her husband drove her out from Michigan   He stayed in Lincoln, about 25 miles from where we were, and popped in to see her part of the days.  I was so happy to see him and meet him.

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    Anyhow, this is done.  And, since my dementia is increasing, day by day, my wording, writing, thinking is a huge challenge now, so I don't know when I can ever write anything again.  I struggled with much of this, with some of the words and some of the locations.  Some of them aren't exactly what I wanted to say..sometimes came up with words that are reasonable.  Much is not perfect.
    Bless you all and many of you are love and missed and, as I often say, the Lord can put us together in heaven and we can do one of His jobs up there.  That's what I count on.  I'm looking forward to dancing, rejoicing, worshiping Him and His dear ones, and, on the side, hugging hundreds and thousands of people to show appreciation and love -- my family and friends and some of the main prophetic people historically, because I've read much of their pieces for years now and I really love them.  All I can count on is HIM, though.