Like most of my same-age friends, I forget a lot, old folks' lot in life. My blinding flash of the obvious this morning is that I am, as many of us are, experiencing the natural process of aging... forgetfulness, plain and simple.
That was once known as old-age forgetfulness, but it has a higher-class moniker now; namely, dementia, incurable and progressive. It seems to be edging toward epidemic level what with so many of the elderly being diagnosed with it now.
In my opinion, the diagnosis of dementia has been introduced into our lives by Big Pharma and the medical profession primarily for their benefit...first, profit...money, honey...then honors, medical and professional (money, honey), and I repeat in my opinion.
I have one incurable, progressive disease...it became my BFF when I made a decision to turn me over to the care of the God of my understanding and to live there. I have lived happy, joyous and free with that incurable disease the majority of the time from that day, August 24, 1971. I have lived there along with the normal trials and traumas that daily life brings...lived there by the grace of God and the love of friends and fellowship.
We can never be sure as to what tomorrow may bring so I cannot know today if my BFO will prove out. However, I do believe living in the consciousness of the care of the God of my own understanding will do me personally better than any new and different drug peddled by Big Pharma.
I choose God's will, God's way...the counterintuitive nature of still more spiritual growth whose only side effects are happy, joyous and free along with love and laughter.
Our eternal grandparents are watching over us, all those who have gone before. .... When times get hard, sit quietly and open your spirit to the eternal grandparents, who are still a part of your spiritual world. Receive their blessing, for their light will lead you home. -- Ibid.
Thank you.
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