Well, here I am, no worse for the wear from talking about dementia. I realize I have it, but I feel just like I always have, it's the same old me. I do what I want to do and don't do what I don't want to do. I talk to Jesus and take one day at a time. At my age, I could die in my sleep any given night. I could have a stroke or heart attack and maybe I'd get over it... but maybe not.
I live one day at a time just like all of us do. If you are looking ahead at what terrible thing might happen, you will ruin the rest of your life. Please don't pity me. I am still enjoying my life on this earth. This day is all we have. So don't expect me to worry. I might be gardening any day now. I'm looking forward for the grass to grow so I can walk my goats out to the pasture to eat.
I have a devotional book I just love; there is a page for each day of the year, usually just one or two paragraphs. It's astonishing how many times the words I see are exactly what I need. The author always puts the scriptures at the bottom, so you know where her ideas come from.
Whoo boy. I'd have to come up with new names. Jesus would not like hearing how I refer to them.
ReplyDeleteKay of Musings: I’m so glad you’re finding joy in living. That’s a lovely way to greet each day.
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