YESTERDAY'S WALK
When I woke up so heavy hearted yesterday, and even quiet time alone with God wasn't changing it, I decided to go walking. I have been in the habit of going out walking and praying in the neighborhood, or just walking and enjoying being outdoors in gratitude. Yesterday, the timing could not have been more perfect, for when I got past the house where the suicide took place, I saw the husband in his back yard neighbor's driveway, and got a chance to talk to him.
Not knowing him that well, and it being very soon after the event, I hadn't knocked on his door or anything. But there he was, and i was able to give him my condolences and tell him I was praying for him, and that I felt so sad, too. The little girl was the one who found her mom
though the mom tried to arrange for the girl to be hanging out with her dad all afternoon, she had come home first, before going to her dad's house...and she was the first one on the scene. Poor kid. Why did the mom do it? She was in trouble with the law and didn't want to go to JAIL.
Selfish person.
I told him I was praying for him, and invited him to come over if he ever needed to talk. Then walked on, feeling sad. Walking, I prayed and sang some songs of hope. Then, turning up a side street, I saw a scraggly old cat tottering through the high grass. She looked merely very old, but as I watched, and she was having difficulty staying on her feet, I knew her to be very ill. Poor thing.
sad, again. If the yard had not been gated, I would have gone and picked that cat up and taken her home...at the very least, she needed medical attention, and possibly euthanization
As I passed, the kitty made it to the front step of the house, and a man came out and was looking at her. I pray that he helped her. It made me sad.
Kept on walking, and my spirits were lifting. I felt better, and more hopeful. There is Resurrection, and God brings forth life, but death comes first.
So I walked on, randomly (?) choosing another street, because it has a slight incline for my heart rate...and still praying and singing. I saw a man working in his yard. He had on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that revealed him to be fit...that is, he had a beautiful body. Not ripped, but lean and fit. I could see the muscles in his back and it was a good sight. "Thank You for the human body, Lord. Keep him from harm. Amen."
As i went along, I noticed there were many cars parked along the sides of the road, and I could hear an auctioneer's voice over a loud speaker. There was an auction going on, in an estate. So, I stopped there for a few minutes, looking at the stuff of a lifetime. There was carnival glass, pink depression glass, and several sets of china, partial sets. Older patterns. One little stack of dishes in a pattern that depicted scenes from log cabin life. I used to own a plate in that pattern, and used it as part of a "country" decor in my kitchen. It was clearly the estate sale of someone who had... died.
This didn't make me as sad as the widower/neighbor and the ill cat, but it was another reminder that we are surrounded by death. it happens, doesn't it? Thankfully, Jesus is risen, and there is resurrection and life with Him throughout eternity.
By the time I got back home, raindrops were falling. good timing! And the puppy who lives next door was playing with the puppy who lives one house over, which was cheering and happy.
I am still assimilating the wistful, lonely feeling of yesterday and the day before, but it isn't huge sadness as it had been for a day or so. Joy comes after sorrow. There is life after death.
Hm. Sorry if this seems dreary, but I don't feel DREARY, per se. Just a little sad and wistful. It is where I am. And Jesus is here with me in it.
Today's Plan:
B: rice, sweet corn, beans, salsa
L: probably potatoes w/hot mustard and ketchup
D: salad and baked potato (Sizzler)
Activity: walking the neighborhood. I'm going to start doing that again every day. It's time.