Was chatting on the phone with my sister this morning and just before we hung up she said she's been getting the strangest wake up calls these past four mornings in a row. Go on I said, throw them my way and I'll make of them in my most strange ways as I normally do.
she first went on to say, she knows she's not dreaming and nor either is it the effects of her meds. Normally when she wakens, her eyes open but she never rises to a new day, that task normally takes an hour or two but these past four mornings, she's been woken by a knocking on her door, another two/three knocks whilst she struggles down her stairs, yet when she opens it... no one is there.
Because it's another month and again we're approaching the 7th, my eyes turn upwards not only to God but mother also, take the badge that burdens her, hear her knocking, as she does agus oscail an doras " enough"
To skip through the day...... Earlier this afternoon I rang her again, she didn't pick up but sent a short txt instead... ring you later its that knocking again and perhaps you're right big sister, with what you said earlier.
I later found out I was right with how I seen and believed it and she knew it too when she looked into the eyes and recognized it was heaven knocking.
Dear God, if we all knew.... then there would be no mystery in the ways you work. So thank you and thank Ma'ma too...
Right or wrong this blog is coming across to me how a person must feel when knowing their living on borrowed time and knowing the end signs are showing.... NOT ASKING, just saying.
Regarding the drivers seat .... when our hands are no longer on the wheel and we are the passenger, hopefully in the right mind as well... then we are still in control to some extend how we ride out our last journey to its very last end.
If I ever find myself in that situation I would like to think I would not look back to see only my regrets, why make a lonely feeling anymore colder than what it already is. I'd look back and fill my pockets with nothing but good memories, use them as my comfort blanket to keep me warm as I go.
Anyways, your blog so delete if you want.... and on a personal note from me to you, I've got just three little words to say.... LET IT BE.
I did wonder if those Pandora Papers had anything got to do with it If the reasons personal than it could go on a lot longer than if it were only a glitch ...
Gas isn't it, pure indication life is getting back to normal, because like before, If it ain't one thing .. Its another.
But what's leaving the air, perhaps WattsApp, Face book and etc .... any idea Chancer what's going on there? I should know, but tonight my nose is out of order
I don't normally do covid blogs, however I'll bend my rules this time to say ..... the only reason our government has decided to live with it is, so they can deal with the whiff in the air that's coming our way lol
When multitasking is not their strongest thing, they can only deal with one crisis at a time
Whilst everyone at the front door is shouting/fighting about vaccines.... slowly but surely the energy crisis sneaks through the back one without anyone noticing
How do Zman because of what I said, I'm not sure if your comment is directed at me or not. I never implied anyone to be lying, I just don't believe it a tall.
As for what happened in England .... Right or wrong but sounds to me a small community of people, maybe doctor included all plotted together with a hope of a little wind fall, sue the council, compensation coming to mind here As for that silly pastor, for once I'm lost for words.
Sometimes MrAmor, tragic realities give power to faith in humanity.
Because I don't believe the story to be true.... I've to disagree with you here Dani, it is not a good example of mind over matter JMO Nevertheless an interesting read MrAmor
DEAR GOD
Was chatting on the phone with my sister this morning and just before we hung up she said she's been getting the strangest wake up calls these past four mornings in a row. Go on I said, throw them my way and I'll make of them in my most strange ways as I normally do.she first went on to say, she knows she's not dreaming and nor either is it the effects of her meds.
Normally when she wakens, her eyes open but she never rises to a new day, that task normally takes an hour or two but these past four mornings, she's been woken by a knocking on her door, another two/three knocks whilst she struggles down her stairs, yet when she opens it... no one is there.
Because it's another month and again we're approaching the 7th, my eyes turn upwards not only to God but mother also, take the badge that burdens her, hear her knocking, as she does agus oscail an doras " enough"
To skip through the day......
Earlier this afternoon I rang her again, she didn't pick up but sent a short txt instead... ring you later its that knocking again and perhaps you're right big sister, with what you said earlier.
I later found out I was right with how I seen and believed it and she knew it too when she looked into the eyes and recognized it was heaven knocking.
Dear God, if we all knew....
then there would be no mystery in the ways you work.
So thank you and thank Ma'ma too...