Once Upon Adrift in Meeting Mr. Jesus Christ

Knowing where I am anchored for the past few years I can't help but be humbled by the burden God carries for me. The past 48 hours have been insane for me to keep up with, yet kept up I have, by the grace of God alone.

During the night Blue's heart rhythm went abnormal and it took some time before they got him stabilized, but his heart finally returned to the range of function expected. Thank you, God. He is still in recovery, now going into day four, but tonight he managed a short phone call to me that I missed. His message was he is okay and that tonight the plan was to pull all his chest and drain tubes. That is progress but I sure feel for him cause that is painful business. Maybe he won't notice with the pain in the rest of his body. Anyway, he said when he can wake up again he'll try to call. Though I would have liked to talk with him it was clear it was everything he had to get that message across and he wouldn't have had strength for more discussion. He could barely breath. Perhaps tomorrow will be his day and he will finally move from the recovery room to a patient room.

Sis and I have been texting to keep up on Blue. She's been real sick to, just getting over a round of cancer treatment and now has a kidney infection that just isn't improving. Today I got a text and she had a high fever overnight so was going in to the doctor. Now she is in the hospital because her white cell count is way to high. They will do a sonogram on her kidney and take a better look. She's been on every antibiotic known to man, so now it's the beginning of IV treatment.

Just when I thought the dust had settled my mother called. She had to go to the emergency room as well. Feeling chilly she decided to make a cup of hot chocolate (using milk) and cooked it in the microwave for 3 minutes. When she took it out the cup burned her hand and she spilled some milk. When she reached for the paper towel to wipe the milk she knocked the cup over and it ran down her belly. She has second and third degree burns and needed treatment.

She got a big batch of Silvadine, bandages and told what to do and sent home, but it doesn't look right to her. Aside from her skin falling off the weeping and fluid color has her concerned. So, I've spent the day talking her through cleaning, bandaging and comforting her. If it still is discolored or getting worse I'll figure a way to get her back to be seen by a doctor. She has a lot of health issues and I don't think giving time it's way to advance problems for her would be good.

My most wonderful neighbors have stepped up their campaign to qualify as most annoying and rude people on the block. I finally decided I had to quit fussing about them and make another written complaint. Timing may be on my side because old management is gone and the corporate office has a pleasant person running things now, additionally they hired a general office person and four more service workers.

I took my letter to the office, made my introduction and told her I felt bad our first meeting had to be me complaining. She surprised me saying she was expecting me. Turns out Mr. Neighbor went to the office to complain about me yesterday. I couldn't imagine about what. Turns out he was angry I put a stake to mark the property line because it is in his way to MOW THE LAWN. Hello, we have 3 feet of snow on the ground. Management was clear they would not be terribly concerned about the for another three months.

As she read through my letter the issue became clear. I wrote the letter because again today I was woke up by him blowing snow and hitting my bedroom wall and back door with the snow and ice. THAT is a problem,, it causes damage. I opened the back door and very politely asked he try to blow the snow else where. I couldn't believe it when he gave me "the bird" accompanied with a very violent tone of voice expressing the words he had gestured. I shook my head, closed the door and resolved this would be the beginning of the end of this nonsense. My house has been damaged far beyond what I can afford to repair, I called in reinforcements.

Now this is all on record. Next is to see if the management does anything about it or not. The motion sensor flood lights that he aimed in my kitchen window last night went off around 8:30 when they went to bed. My hope is they forget the foolish games and tomorrow the light isn't on. Old me would just get out the gun and take out the lights, but I'm not that person any more. I'm following proper channels.

Looking at the past week and all that has taken place I look up to the Lord and know He has changed everything about me. These circumstances, singularly or collectively would have had me in a tailspin, adrift in an ocean of chaos, rebellion and fear. As I write this, though I am very tired, I feel anchored and at peace, secure and surrounded by a blanket of protection.