It's been a while since I wrote an update to my life a s it is. My brain power has much improved so hopefully this will ake better sence. I got to the paecle that I had to stop. I wanted to share about what this point in my life is like and I overed it as best I could until...until I ran out of what I was comfortable sharing. Honestly, there are just some tginhfs that only God gets to hear. Not even Mitch. Just God. Sorry folks, but more than likely, that's normal and narural for people like me. The feelings are too deep. The thoughts too hard to verbalize. Too private to put out there for all to see. I don't want my children and grandchildren to rread sme things.
I'm mortal.What I have written and put out there are immortal in a way...they'll live on. So I want to leave them what I'm good at leaving them with.
Right now I'm doing better thatt I ever thought I'd be. I can wheel to the kitchen sink and wash dishes from my chair. I can do the laundry. When I remember to do them! But I've written a list to help me! I can get to the bathroom sink and brush mt teeth. I've taen up painting. Mitch has been taking me to church every Sunday now for a few months and I've renewed my mmembership at Conway, NC UMC my home church where I was born, baptized and raised. I was active there until I went into the ministry. From that time until I came back I my membership was held by Conference. I belonged nowhere. And didn't realize it until I was asked to preach Homecoming in August. All that time it never crossed my mind that I belonged nowhere.
But I'm now a member again and beginning this Sunday as a I write, I'll be teachiing the Jr High Sunday School class and am looking so forward to it! that was my age group when I taught at Conway!
And I can pull up on the pews, stand, and walk a few steps while hanging on. I can do that at the sink and at the mantle in the living room. And I can get behind the sofa and pull up and stand and take some steps. So, I'm improving.
But my head hurts constantly and my legs and feet still don't like me. I don't cook at all and that all for the good even thoiugh I was a geart cook and loved it. My braid don't neet to do that.
And I can tell I'm getting tired of writing rithg now because I see my spelling is getting worse. So I'll stop for neow,.
Hang in ther em. Do what you cana s you can and just do your best in all things at all times. Soemme days your best might not look like much to people but God will smile so to heck with wat poroeple think. Don't let them get to you. You are precisosu and you are loved and you are valialble.
Blessinsg1
charis
