It is a true blessing to be young and healthy, to live without any devastating disease such as cancer or juvenile diabetes, and many other things that haunt all ages. We should protect that good health with everything available from attitude to exercise. One way might be to visit a home for the elderly regularly. A mental picture is worth more than any amount of words.
We all take health for granted until something goes wrong with the body. We automatically say fine when someone asks. “How are you doing, how are you feeling today? The automatic answer is fine or good when we are often not. As we get older, that happens more often, we have many more days that are not fine. We entertain thoughts like going, “To a land where joy will never end, I’ll fly away.”
Getting old should be a slow process, like walking into a cold lake, a little at a time, with no shock involved. As we do get older, there is some shock, as the body wears out, we start to think more about this in the tired and weaker last days. There is comfort in these words, “Just a few more weary days and then,” “I Will Fly Away.”
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COVID-19 Steals Lives and Dreams
I have had to use CPAP and, finally, BiPAP machines for 20 years. The oxygen level in my blood gets low while I sleep. I usually have dreams that wake me up. I have concluded the subconscious mind creates those dreams to wake me up to start breathing again. The alternative would be to sleep until the oxygen to my brain got depleted, and I would simply die sleeping. The more I think about it, that would be a way to check out.
My dreams are mostly about falling, so before landing, I automatically wake up and start breathing, this has worked well. Recently my thoughts have been tainted or infiltrated by news flashes, shocking events of suffocating, suffering and dying people, also mass graves. Family members trying to cope with the situations get told to stay home and not touch each other. Touching and togetherness are what they need the most.
A shroud of hopelessness has fallen over the whole world. We must regain and cling to hope. My entire life, I have remembered and cherished my grandmother’s loving hugs; it was a safe, secure feeling that is indescribable. I also got blessed with a loving godmother who people hugged on site. She prayed for me regularly, giving me an armor shield of unseen hope in my life. The corona virus appears to be changing everything in this world for future generations. The eternal hope that comes from close family units with loving hugs is getting destroyed. We have orders to remain apart, no socializing, so the virus doesn’t spread. Satan seeks to separate people.
We must all seek the creator to solve this problem and turn it around for good. The alternatives paint a very bleak picture of future societies. The masses connected by electronic wizardry and gaggles of gadgets. Social media and other space-age communications have no familiar, loving human touch, feeling, or emotions. We can see each other talk to each other as if we are already robots living in a cyber world. We could quickly become a plethora of pixels with no hope of ever having human personalities .
Dark Dwindling Days
You might still be in that bed that is becoming so hard to crawl out of, your eyes half closed. It is tempting to stay there in peace with low pain. Your morning bathroom stop gets longer, sitting on the toilet for half an hour hoping for the prune/bran/apple cocktail to work. You might be reclined in your easy chair or reading a book or a newspaper, it suddenly dawns on you. Your days on this earth are “dwindling down to a precious few.” The life that you happily led is slowing down at what seems like a blurringly fast pace.
Medical costs from you’re wasting body is taxing your financial health. Your guarantees and safety nets are tattered and torn. You try to remain positive but how can that be done? You cautiously and quietly realize in the back of your mind that everything you ever loved and lived for will soon be left behind.
Our goal has always been since birth to master life on this Earth. We were always taught to live a life of HOPE. Now as that earthly hope seems gone, we are offered a brand new hope and a new life and a peace that is beyond what we can comprehend. We have that hope to leave this earth and spend eternity in a new body, at a homecoming with no cares or woes.
Nothing Is Unstoppable
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Nothing Is Unstoppable
Absolutely nothing in this world is unstoppable, if it is being guided by a human heart and mind.. You may slow it down, change its course, change its appearance, change its destination, whatever it might be, it is unstoppable.
A Flow Of Tears
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Flow
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A Flow Of Tears
It is a constant flow running down both cheeks. Sobs of grief increase that steady flow.
Thoughts of this cannot possibly have happened, increases the flow even more.
The flooding flow finally takes your breath away. You gasp and wheeze trying to get air.
The new air reaches your lungs and the flow of tears increases even more.
You think, surely there can be no more tears in me. Then it starts all over again. I must look ahead to hope.
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