And then, working from home...I tried doing it for a little bit today as, even though it's Saturday, there was a good bit of work on the system and I wanted to take advantage of the being able to make some extra money. Working at the kitchen table SUCKS. Working from a laptop is so different than a regular PC. I'm thinking about getting a wireless keyboard so at least that will feel familiar. The kitchen chair kills my already out of whack back, and the shag carpet makes my foot pedal stick. So, in frustration, I quit for the day.
Tim and I went to the movies earlier to finally get out of the house. Tomorrow Ann comes back. Ugh! We saw Jersey Boys, which was about Franky Valli and the Four Seasons. Lot of language, but it was Jersey, so what did I expect. Overall, I really enjoyed it though. We were on the way home and talking about the movie and we see a car slow down right when we are passing it. Yep, a cop. Got me going 75 in a 65. So now I have a nice little ticket and court date. I was so mad at myself. Just more stress added to my plate, and this was my fault. I'm trying to think of it as getting pulled over kept something even worse from happening.
When we came home, I knew I needed to get my laptop set up out in the little garage to see how it would work out at Dad's computer station. Well...it didn't. For me to sit normally and comfortably, my foot pedal would have been all the way under the computer hutch, and there's a kickboard or ? there, so it wasn't going to work. Tim came up with a good solution for me, so Dad can keep his computer where it is, and I have a better set-up with just a regular folding table. Tim had to clean a bunch of Dad's junk off of it and place it somewhere else, but YAY TIM!! He came through!
The real reason I'm writing, though, is that God brought a new person into my life. Her name is Jean Rodgers, and she is going to be helping us at the Wesley. Her granddaughter, Amanda, was 19 when she passed 8 years ago. It is so nice to talk to someone who gets it, who also wears her heart on her sleeve, and gives great hugs! To be honest, it felt like talking to my mom, that kind of familiarity.
On Thursday she was helping with the free lunch at the Wesley and we were talking about the circumstances of Amanda's death, and she said something that made my jaw drop as it was reaffirmation of what God told me in my dream - She said, "Do you ever think that God took her or let her die when He did to keep something even worse from happening to her?" In my dream, He said it was the kindest, most loving thing He could do to welcome her into Heaven when He did as she was never going to have had the life I had wanted for her. I got chills when she said that to me.
Anyway, between she and my GriefShare group, it's been a blessing that I really needed, and the timing couldn't have been better. Thank you, God.
One final note, Tim designed Amanda's birthday invitations, printed them and cut them out, and I've addressed 72 so far. I hope so many people are blessed through this. Maybe we will do it every year in Amanda's memory for her birthday. I love you, Sugarbear. Every night that I read, I pull out the bookmark with your picture on it, kiss your sweet face, rub it against my cheek, and then lay it over my heart. I like to think that somehow, you are feeling and receiving those kisses in Heaven. I miss you so very much.
Just an illustration of, if the hole was bigger, how I feel every single day.
I try to check this page regularly, I'm sorry I missed this one. You know He brings people in that we need (or who need us). I'm grateful that he sent Jean to you, Shelly. She sounds like a Godsend... literally. Love you.
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