I said to the Lord, I’m going to hold steady on to you, and I know you will see me through. —Harriet Tubman, "Scenes in the Life of Harriet Tubman"
That is akin to what I said to the Lord just yesterday...thank You.
I said to the Lord, I’m going to hold steady on to you, and I know you will see me through. —Harriet Tubman, "Scenes in the Life of Harriet Tubman"
That is akin to what I said to the Lord just yesterday...thank You.
This spirituality....almost entirely depends on our capacity for simple presence. -- Fr Richard Rohr, "Daily Meditation," April 23, 2026
I felt betrayed recently and big time. Before our noon meeting, I asked a friend, who had previously announced his dementia, if I could talk with him about my fear of possible dementia to which he agreed.
After the meeting while most everyone was still there mingling, my friend announced, for all to hear, "Stacey's got to deal with her Alzheimer's." I just smiled, like "what a joker" and nothing further was said.
For me to remember: That is not the important personal part. That part is for me to follow Friend 2's openness about her dementia...but on my timetable. The announcement felt like a betrayal just an hour after I first mentioned my "fear of possible dementia" to him.
That is what I need to detach from...detach my resentful thinking by welcoming a higher interpretation to dwell on, i.e., God's will, God's way. Remembering all the while that my "betrayer" is not bad, not even a "betrayer," he's just not the right confidant for me.
There...I've got my inside work cut out for me. God loves me us so much.
Thy will, not mine, be done.
Thank you.
Today, fear of dementia is sneaking into my thinking.
I remind me to love it and laugh...if love and laugh are, as I believe, life's best answer whatever the problem, then dementia, too, can be met there.
Love and laughter will not cancel it, heal it, stop it...it simply will not determine my daily me. I can and do have another incurable disease which I meet daily with God and grace, love and laughter. Dementia, too, can be met there.
Also, my friend Bob may have a mean streak which I experienced recently in the form of a cheap shot he delivered to me before several of our friends.
Ah, it is fear, of course. I need to seek to change me, my gossipy reaction, not Bob...my want to rat him out to others.
Love that and let it perc. Personally, my feet are not there yet...my head has it but that is a far cry from walking it.
Please and thank You,
Thank you.