My threshold…

I am overwhelmed. A friend’s brother in law was killed and she is grieving. Another friends husband was hospitalized due to Covid. The situation in Afghanistan is gut wrenching. Another college friend is battling for his life against cancer. My hauling truck (van) broke down. We have a chunk of flooring removed in our great room where the kitchen table should be deafeningly loud fans, heater and dehumidifier running in our main room to dry the subfloor out. Plus a huge chunk of the wall open to the siding due to a ductless heat pump split head that, apparently has been leaking since being installed a year ago. Our spending is out of control. Food prices are horrendous! I can’t get out of the supermarket for under a hundred bucks anymore, and get fewer bags. There has been so much to do trying to get all the outside projects done before winter that I haven’t been napping in the afternoons, which is critical since I am waking up at 4am every morning no matter what time I go to sleep. My honey is stressed because of his job, which stresses me. Retirement is five years away, and we don’t feel prepared. I can’t travel to see our daughter and grandsons oversees because her country is closed to tourists. She can’t come here because of the unpredictability of international travel.

It was finding the floor water damage that really pushed me over the top of my threshold. I call it my “I need a good cry and a piece of chocolate cream pie” threshold. I told my chiropractor that when he asked how I was doing, and he proceeded to explain to me why a good cry helps. Apparently tears of joy or sadness are chemically different from overwhelm tears. Overwhelm tears actually clear out excess stress hormones from the body, thus, making you feel better.

Which leads to a less stressed ending to this post. It is amazing to me that our creator, created our bodies to self cleanse out excess chemicals/hormones that can be toxic if left inside. That is a miraculous thing! At least in my book it is. Now, if I can just get past the feelings of embarrassment and let the tears fly when they want to come out, instead of stuffing them for a more convenient moment… Here’s to a good cry, chocolate pie and better health because of it. And huge praises to the Creator who made our bodies such amazing machines!!

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New life…

There’s nothing like the miracle of birth and a new life to give you perspective on what is truly important. While my husband and I and about 100 friends were celebrating the Day of Trumpets in our shop, our son and daughter in law were at the hospital delivering our fifth grandchild, their third child. People asked why we weren’t at the hospital. I reminded them that COVID has emptied hospital waiting rooms. We waited at home. Thankfully, mother and our new grand daughter were both happy and healthy after a c-section.

When I look at a new baby, I feel hope for the future. I feel joyous and excited. All thoughts of current world events disappear, and there is a new life. A tiny girl to pray for, and to eventually take to ice cream and listen to her chat about friends, and other things. a beautiful being to share about the love of Yahuah God for her with, to celebrate his goodness with.

This child is my father’s seventh great grandchild. His eighth was born three days later, and number nine will be born sometime in November. He has crocheted baby blankets for all seven of his grandchildren and all nine of his great grands. I wish that I could carry on that tradition for him when he is gone someday. The traditions I have started for my grands are I order baby announcements for each one, and try to create a photo book for each ones first year of life. Most of them also get double sided flannel blankets from me too. For my kids, I used to make them matching flannel jammies for New Years. Our ten year old grandson was wearing a nightshirt I had made for his dad at the same age. That brought back lots of memories.

My day is ending. By the time you read this, I will either be snoozing soundly or waking up for some Sabbath pie. As each day ends, and your head hits the pillow, I hope you can identify something that brings hope and joy to your heart, that helps to erase the events of the world, if even for just a moment.