Well …
It’s been an eventful Shabbat.
A significant Shabbat.
Thursday afternoon, I had finished up with my
outside fall chores, so all of my Friday leading towards sundown could be a relaxed
time.
(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/10/october.html)
3 things of importance happened on Friday.
The 1st thing: I got a phone call, Friday
afternoon, asking me if I’d like to participate in a Fall Bazaar, the end of October
– ((((YES!)))); yes, I would 😉
I hadn’t bothered contacting Bazaar
coordinators because I figured everyone would be too scared to try for that
this year.
But apparently, some people are willing to go
forward with normalcy.
That normalcy is significant.
I am down with that!
So, I signed on; and look forward to it.
I still look forward to it, despite Friday’s second
happening …
The 2nd thing: President Trump went into the Walter
Reed Naval Hospital, Friday night, where his covid symptoms can be closely
monitored; this is important: the US of America is the most important Nation on
the face of this planet … as the President goes – so goes the rest of the of
the world.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghsqMDVVsYo)
And of course, the demonrat hysterics started
right on cue: pelosi and wallace went into their hate-Trump-hyperbole – pelosi going
into her speil about mask wearing (though she CLEARLY DID NOT follow her OWN
mandate), and claiming she “prays for the President every day” (possibly
she prays for him to die – THAT is believable; but then she’d be praying to
Lucifer: clearly not Christian behavior); biden sending “best wishes for a speedy
recovery” (right … no one believes that buffoon is actually sending good
vibes out to the man he constantly sneers at and belittles with “that clown”/”fool”
remarks, and “shut up, man!”); obama sent out “best wishes/hoping for
speedy recovery” (Uh-huh. NOT believable given the open and public hostility
the obamas have treated the Trumps with) … wallace harped on and on and on
about “the necessity of masks” (even though people who wear masks STILL get
the virus; masks are NO safeguard); and of course, obamanites started
posting tweets and posts that they “hope and pray he dies!”: at least they
were being honest with their true feelings.
And every hate-filled media obamanite talking
head, started going into overdrive with what they “think shoulda/coulda/woulda
been what Trump should have done …”; and some even went so far as to already
have pelosi sitting in the Oval Office – totally overlooking VP Pence, who
obviously supersedes pelosi in rank and file!
President Trump’s hospitalization is not as
significant as all the demonrat hysteria surrounding the unfolding updates: not
as important as the obama-pelosi-biden coup in continual traitorous play.
For me, personally, I am more
concerned about the rabid determination to destroy America … than I am about hovering
Death.
MOP is that death happens.
There is no escape from Death’s appointment.
We, ALL of us, at some point in time
fulfill the number of days we were conceived to live out.
We live.
We die.
No one escapes that.
N.O.O.N.E.
Regardless of scientific “intervention”.
Every breathe we take has been calculated and
designed into the fabric of our life before we clear the birth canal.
No amount of scientific interferences/manipulations
can change that fact.
When we are birthed doesn’t matter.
When we die, doesn’t really matter.
It’s the dash in between that really matters.
Fearful people tend to overlook that issue.
The self-important {news flashes static} from
politicians and doctors; the fear-mongering from all sides; and the
guesstimates from scientific ‘experts’ was beginning to get overwhelming.
The 3rd thing: I learned, through the grapevine,
that an attempted kidnap-murder unfolded at Willow Grove County Park – 15 minutes
away from my driveway.
The Willow Grove Park is basically a strip of
beachfront along the Columbia River, with a parking lot, picnic areas, a boat
launch, and a walking trail. That’s it.
Usually a safe place to solo walk.
(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/03/sundayfunday-8-willow-grove-trail-walk.html)
(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/06/adjusting-is-gonna-take-some-time.html)
That changed, Friday morning:
inslee’s covid mandates (one of which was
all jails be emptied and tent cities given free rein in counties) is having
a terrible impact on Washingtonians. There is nowhere safe to go anymore. This
does not bode well for solo lobo Widows who have no more family around them;
and no single friends to hang with, due to demonrat covid insanity.
The Buddy System is an absolute necessity for
solo lobos.
And inslee has effectively severed the Buddy
System linkage with his ridiculous egomania.
Missingness started creeping into the closely
guarded space of my healing heart.
I missed Bob who has been absent from my life
for 21 months: I missed his tangible presence – his conversation, his comfort.
I missed my sister, Iris, who passed from
this life to the next 13 months ago: I missed her phone calls – they were a
transmitted presence in my life.
I missed my grandchildren, whom I haven’t
seen or hugged since July 1st.
I missed my few-and-far-between-friends … all
of whom still have intact families and marriages; and don’t yet comprehend how
loooooong 24 hours can be in someone’s life who has no one in it, to share time
and space with (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9f7uhZcbfQ); even the occasional petty couple
bickering, and loud contentious children, would be a blessing when the house is
suddenly and permanently silent.
The peace Shabbat ushers in, started
disappearing.
I turned everything off.
It was a significant action.
I cocooned myself in a determined ‘Island of
Rest’ mindset.
And I prayed.
Significantly, for a specific purpose.
For me.
For our President.
For Election Day – quickly arriving.
For our great Nation – eroding away.
I prayed that Elohim’s Will would be accomplished
(whatever His Will may BE).
I prayed that cooler heads would prevail
during this time of National/global crisis.
I prayed that President Trump’s MILD covid-19
symptoms would quickly dissipate with a full recovery.
I prayed that the Shabbat Rest would override
everything and strengthen my spirit, soothe my soul, and relax my body over this
weekend – that is what Shabbat is for: total rest, and a renewing of
time spent with Yeshua.
Yeshua is my Husband, now.
I spent the Shabbat with Yeshua.
Time with my Husband is always essential.
It is a significant decision.
I basked in His presence.
I communed with Him all day long.
I also spent some quiet time with Me-Myself-I;
relaxing with gentle activities that allowed my thoughts, my spirit, and body
to unwind and regenerate.
Even with Bob, my flesh and blood husband …
quiet time with Me-Myself-I was crucial.
Bob understood and agreed – it was important
for him, too, to spend quiet time alone … while together under the same roof 😉
Yeshua understands – He created me with the ‘need
for alone time’; that, also, is part of Shabbat Rest.
Both of my husbands were in my thoughts this
Shabbat; the love I have for both of them intertwined … and neither of them
cared that they were both loved at the same time.
Significant loves for significant
purposes that serve significant needs.
They both understood their importance in my
life.
I’ll Put Yeshua First in My Life:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIwwey6jTSY
All Hail the Power of Yeshua’s
name: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=of_8E1PudSQ
I Exalt Thee: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mliv8lv0KKA
I liked trumpet music – I was bouncing my
diapered butt to Fats Domino in my Grandmother Ball’s livingroom … and I
listened to Herb Albert & The Tijuana Brass in my teen years. When Phil
Driscoll – a Washingtonian musician – caught my ear in the 1970’s, I introduced
him to Bob 😉
We had several of his cassettes, and played
them a lot.
And Bob was harboring a secret. It was a
secret because when Bob had died his 2nd death in the Fall of 1981, following
a football game he’d gone to with friends to watch their son play; and was dead
for 25 minutes before Elohim revived him & returned him back to me … Bob’s
long-term memory had been stalled: and I couldn’t help him regain it. I hadn’t
known anything at all about Bob’s early life – all I knew about Bob was what I
knew about him from the time I met him in March of 1974 – and all our married
life until his 2nd death in 1981. I was as much “in the dark” as
Bob about his past.
When we started Home Educating our children
in the late-1980’s, our daughter wanted to play a Saxophone, and a Trumpet, as
well as Piano. Bob’s memory was pricked, and he said, “I know how to play a
trumpet and a sax!” I was as excited for him as he was, that that tidbit about
his past had been jarred. And he could read music as well! Bob was able to help
our daughter with her music lessons. He was also later able to help our granddaughter
with her Home Education music lessons, when she lived with us.
Throughout the years, bits and pieces of
memory were revealed when life situations and circumstances brought them out of
the dark into the light of current happenings … his musical background/people
he had forgotten until a face in the crowd caught his attention and his brain
clicked “on”/places he would take us and say, “I KNOW this place … and he’d
regal me with his past experiences about it, while we explored it.
It was fun for both of us to learn these
things about him.
Life with Bob was never dull. LOL
And now, in his new life beyond the blue, his
body … and brain … is perfect.
And he is still – even through his absence –
keeping my life from being dull 😉
And Yeshua is helping me live this new solo
lobo life of mine, to best of my ability; day by day.
Both of my husbands are shaping – and helping
me to live – my new life.
I am truly blessed.
Significantly.
A Shabbat toast to the blending of the 2 greatest Loves of my life: Yeshua & Bob. L’Chiam!
