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Thursday, June 22, 2017

Your Dying Spouse 327:- What's Heaven Like? {FMF}

What's Heaven going to be like?

This is on my mind from time to time, as things are going downhill for me, and it my not be long until I find out.

(This is being written ahead of time for Five Minute Friday. If I can include the keyword, I will.)

(The word is STEADY. It's in there.)

There are tantalizing descriptions in the Bible; streets of gold, walls with gemstone foundations, choirs and music...

Which reminds me of a story I heard, about a man who died and went to Heaven. When he saw St. Peter he asked for directions to the nearest bar.

"Sorry," said Pete. "Don't have those here."

"Well, OK," said the man. "How about a pool hall?"

"None of those either."

The man was getting exasperated, and asked "Well, what DO people dp here?"

"Well," said St. Peter, "the morning is for worship...in the afternoon there's Bible Study, and praise choir in the evening."

The man said, "You've got to be kidding...this is NOT what I expected Heaven to be!"

St. Peter put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Son, for everyone else, this is Heaven. For YOU...you're in hell."

But I digress.

My thought is that the Biblical descriptions are meant to convey something utterly indescribable to an audience that needs a description.

Kind of like atomic physics...we think of the things that make up atoms...protons, neutrons, and electrons...as being little solid balls whirling madly around each other. But they're not...atoms are made of things that can be broken down still further, and the floor you're standing on, which you think of as solid, is really made up of energy binding itself into a coherent shape. A typical atom is 99.999999999999% empty space. What you call a solid is really an energy field. Like in Star Trek. Feel an unsteadiness in your footing, suddenly? Does it help to know that you are effectively a force field, too? Engineered by God, not Starfleet.)

And that, I think is a good way to look at Heaven...something that is so far beyond our experience that we can't really grasp its reality.

But that's all physical. I think that the essence of Heaven can be found right here, and it's something we can understand now:


By the way, I was recently honoured by an invitation to write a guest post for Bronwyn Lea's blog...I'd be thrilled if you took a look by clicking here.

Still hoping to get the new and improved version of Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart up and running in the near future. Just haven't had the energy to do it yet...but if you would like to read it, please say so in your comment and I'd be glad to send you a PDF (which should fit your Kindle).

I have another blog, "Starting The Day With Grace". The focus is a grace quote from someone you might not expect (like, say Mick Jagger) and a short commentary. I hope you'll join me.



Marley update... been moved to a sanctuary, and Bay County will revise their 'dangerous dog' codes.

WE MADE A DIFFERENCE!

And marley has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.


If you can, please do leave a comment. I am trying to answer all, and I am failing, but please know this - I read and treasure each one.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.







Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Your Dying Spouse 326 - It's Not About Courage

You can deal 'bravely' with terminal illness, up to a point.

But you reach that watershed where the thing you want most of all is for everything to stop. The pain, the incontinence, the weakness, the fatigue.

The dread.

No one is brave at three o'clock in the morning, when the pain makes dawn seem a million miles away and your body's weakness makes the bathroom...which you desperately need...seem not much closer.

There is no room for posturing or attitude, no room for the moto posters...NO FEAR!...which are balled up and set alight in the burn pit.

There's only room for the most basic kind of faith.

"Father, into Your Hands I commend My Spirit."

Sorry for the short post. Things are just not going well.

We're linked with Messy Marriage's From Messes To Messages - please drop by for some terrific marriage resources.

Still hoping to get the new and improved version of Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart up and running in the near future. Just haven't had the energy to do it yet...but if you would like to read it, please say so in your comment and I'd be glad to send you a PDF (which should fit your Kindle).

I have another blog, "Starting The Day With Grace". The focus is a grace quote from someone you might not expect (like, say Mick Jagger) and a short commentary. I hope you'll join me.



Marley update... been moved to a sanctuary, and Bay County will revise their 'dangerous dog' codes.

WE MADE A DIFFERENCE!

And marley has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.


If you can, please do leave a comment. I am trying to answer all, and I am failing, but please know this - I read and treasure each one.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.







Sunday, June 18, 2017

Your Dying Spouse 325 - Don't Look Back

This is going to be another short one. I'm sorry. Days are getting quite a bit worse.

Today (June 18) I watched the final round of the US Open golf tournament; decades ago I was an avid golfer.

Watching the thing seemed like a good idea att the time, but it did me some damage.

Way back when, my life was not at all pleasant, but what kept me going was the hope for a better future. There were possibilities, and the road ahead, though dark, was still wide.

Not so now. The future from here looks like today, only it' going to hurt worse, and the energy to develop new ideas, or revitalize old plans still isn't there.

In other words, looking back into my past dimmed my present, and it's going to take some time to recover the equilibrium.

So this is advice to caregivers and patients...don't look back.

It may seem like a strol down memory lane will bring remembered happiness...it will, but it can come at a terrible cost to now.

When there's no tomorrow, there's no yesterday.

There's only now.

Still hoping to get the new and improved version of Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart up and running in the near future. Just haven't had the energy to do it yet...but if you would like to read it, please say so in your comment and I'd be glad to send you a PDF (which should fit your Kindle).

I have another blog, "Starting The Day With Grace". The focus is a grace quote from someone you might not expect (like, say Mick Jagger) and a short commentary. I hope you'll join me.



Marley update... been moved to a sanctuary, and Bay County will revise their 'dangerous dog' codes.

WE MADE A DIFFERENCE!

And marley has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.


If you can, please do leave a comment. I am trying to answer all, and I am failing, but please know this - I read and treasure each one.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.


















Thursday, June 15, 2017

Your Dying Spouse 324 - The Gates Of Mordor {FMF}

Yes, I'll admit it. I watch This Is Us.

Probably be drummed out of the League Of Hard Men for that.

(And this is my post for Five Minute Friday, written ahead. If I am able I will try to work in the keyword.)

(It's WORTH. And it's in there.)

My first thought on seeing bits of some of the initial episodes (Barb watched from the beginning) was..."OK, 'this is us', and so what? Why do I care if this is you or not?"

It seemed at first glance like waterboarding. A drip, drip, drip of drippy crises in the lives of a bunch of thirtysomething drips.

But I realized after awhile that I was starting to care about these fictional people; why?

The answer is that it's instructive even this late in the day to see art reflecting a life I never knew. I missed the family ties and the personal drama and the wavering but still treasured friendships.

The crises are perhaps forced, but they speak to relationships that are real. (Yes, Barbara did have to do some coaching, and she patiently explained a lot to me.)

Standing before the Gates of Mordor, it's kind of good to take a long last look back. I'm going where monsters gather for the next stage of my fight, and I won't be coming back, barring a miracle.

So it's good to carry a picture of normalcy (TV-land normalcy, to be sure) into the fight, even if it wasn't me.

I live in a world of black and white, life and death, pain and more pain. It narrows the focus, and makes one rather a bore...sometimes, even to oneself.

Black is becoming blacker, and the white of God's presence in my fight is becoming incandescent.

My life has been good preparation. Happiness for me has been largely rooted in being alive to greet the dawn. Everything else was a bonus.

So it wasn't a hard change, to be terminally ill. Death wasn't an unfamiliar face.

But I like the fact that people can be concerned with smaller things. I like looking through a window into a more nuanced and graceful life, a life of colours both pastel and vibrant.

Those gates will soon close behind me, and I won't be able to look back into a land of life and warm spring sunshine.

But I will remember, and the monsters will wonder, as I turn to face them, why I am smiling.

It'll be worth it just to see their faces ere they face my blade in this last of battles.

But I still do have some questions about This Is Us.
  • None of the characters seem to carry guns; why is that?
  • None of them seems to go to church either.
  • Where are the dogs? (Though the dying dude does have a cat.)
  • And why don't any of them drive muscle cars? Not the modern faux-cool junk...why doesn't anyone have a '64 GTO?
I asked Barbara this. After putting her head in her hands and moaning softly (I didn't realize she had a headache) she said, "Perhaps that is why they are so troubled."

Yep...get an Uzi and go to church. Have a houseful of Pit Bulls, and drive a Goat. No worries then mate, you'll be right!

Oh, dear, Barbara's face just turned a very unusual colour.

Clearly, the only musical accompaniment can come from Middle Earth...



Still hoping to get the new and improved version of Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart up and running in the near future. Just haven't had the energy to do it yet...but if you would like to read it, please say so in your comment and I'd be glad to send you a PDF (which should fit your Kindle).

I have another blog, "Starting The Day With Grace". The focus is a grace quote from someone you might not expect (like, say Mick Jagger) and a short commentary. I hope you'll join me.



Marley update... been moved to a sanctuary, and Bay County will revise their 'dangerous dog' codes.

WE MADE A DIFFERENCE!

And marley has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.


If you can, please do leave a comment. I am trying to answer all, and I am failing, but please know this - I read and treasure each one.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.

















Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Your Dying Spouse 323 - Handholding

This is going to be another short one. Things are a bit dreadful. (And if you've left a comment on an earlier post to which I haven't yet responded, I ask your patience.)

If you're a caregiver, there is one thing you can do that may be more important than anything else.

Hold the hand of your terminally ill husband or wife.

Hugs may be too painful now, but a gentle touch to the hand is almost never a problem...and it's both welcome, and needed.

Dying is terribly isolating, terribly lonely. The world goes on, and the patient is leaving it. Slowly. The connexions to the wider world are torn away one by one.

Leaving the workforce.

Having to quit driving.

Having to quit going out, because it's just too painful and tiring.

Friends stop coming by, because they don't know what to say.

Conversation becomes hard, because it hurts to talk, and it's too tiring to think.

Pretty soon all that's left is sitting with the pain nd the heartache.

And, dear caregiver, that is where you come in. Take the hand that is empty, and just sit at the foot of that cross.

Touch is the final, and most important communication.

There can only be one musical theme today...



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Sunday, June 11, 2017

Your Dying Spouse 322 - And I Was Almost Glad

Short post. Feeling awful.

Two days ago my computer went nuts, and I could find none of my user directories. I thought they were deleted, gone, poof.

I had backed them up spottily; when my external hard drive failed I began emailing manuscripts to myself after every writing session. But I wasn't very consistent, and a lot of stuff would have been lost.

And I was almost glad.

Not because I don't think it was good work...some wass, some wasn't...but because I am so very, very tired.

I don't want to muscle through this stuff, and try to make it part of my legacy. I should, but I've had more than enough.

And that is a warning from me to me. If I allow myself to stop caring, pretty soon I will allow myself to stop living.

The ending was happy; the files were merely hidden, and it was the work of a moment to unhide them

Is that a word? Unhide?

The drama was for nothing.

But for a moment, I was glad.

Just for fun, here's a musical blast from the past...


Thursday, June 8, 2017

Your Dying Spouse 321 - Humility, Through Others' Eyes {FMF}

Sometimes you realize that the life-script in your head may not be correct.

I lately had the opportunity to see myself through other eyes, and boy, was it an experience.

(This is being written in advance for Five Minute Friday; when I learn the keyword I will try to work it in.)

(The word is EXPECT, and you'll find it below, I expect.)

The story I had built to help me survive was one of keeping faith against hard odds, and keeping optimism and joy in what is a painful and frightening situation.

But what I thought was vulnerability was chalked up to vanity.

What I counted as hope was counted as my self-produced hagiography.

What I viewed as sincerity was labeled 'spin', and a play for sympathy.

What I considered - God forgive me - as muscular faith was dismissed as macho melodrama.

I am a self-styled guru with bad teeth (no money for a dentist) and a long beard who, were he not living off the efforts of another, might otherwise be residing in a cardboard box under a bridge.

Email's really wonderful. You can get feedback so quickly. And you never really know what to expect. (Got the word in!)

It was an eye-opener, and since it came from sources I both trust and respect, may be correct.

Perhaps this is the opening of a window unto the real world, exposing my terminal-illness playroom.

I don't know.

However.

What I do know is this, that two thousand years ago a Man names Jesus took my sins, the ones I did not yet commit, onto His own Heart.

And He was tortured and brutally killed - for me.

He endured three days of death - for me.

The critics may be right; perhaps I have built a Potemkin village of meaning to boost my ego. Maybe it's all self-serving tosh, to make me feel like I can still play the man when every vestige of manhood has been stripped away.

But I still believe the He is the resurrection and the life.

That may, in the end, be all I have to offer.

The musical theme is courtesy For King And Country, with Shoulders. I hope you'll watch the video, and enjoy the song.



Still hoping to get the new and improved version of Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart up and running in the near future. Just haven't had the energy to do it yet...but if you would like to read it, please say so in your comment and I'd be glad to send you a PDF (which should fit your Kindle).

I have another blog, "Starting The Day With Grace". The focus is a grace quote from someone you might not expect (like, say Mick Jagger) and a short commentary. I hope you'll join me.



Marley update... been moved to a sanctuary, and Bay County will revise their 'dangerous dog' codes.

WE MADE A DIFFERENCE!

And marley has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.


If you can, please do leave a comment. I am trying to answer all, and I am failing, but please know this - I read and treasure each one.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.