I Was on a Roll

I was on a roll last month.

Hi, things have changed drastically. My sister had a heart attack and is in the hospital. The doctors saved her life. I am sure she does not want me telling anyone, but I feel I need to tell you anyway.

Guess who they are sending her home to—yes, me. I am overwhelmed. It is Daddy’s birthday today; he is 89 years old.

The nurse came to see Richard today. No changes, no help from the outside. So I am responsible for three people now. My twin is here, but after she leaves, I am mostly on my own. Oh Lord, oh God, help! 02/04/22

Oh Lord, have mercy on us all. I got lost in the shuffle and need to come up for air. Help, Lord, in Your sweet mercies. Bring gladness to hearts, for surely there is an end to the pain and desolation one goes through in their own solitary confinement—inner chamber.

I make no excuses for my boldness in all my writings—not only the ones I have shared, but the ones that might never be read.

My loss for a cause was worth the wait. I knew I was leaving to the end of time, never to return to the simple basics of life—starting without scars so detrimental that nothing could cover them, or, for that matter, ease their pain inside me.

Then, out of the blue sky, the love of God the Father came shining through in the writing of “In Presence of Spirit.” Then to write the extensions of that one writing, always knowing that one day I would share. Share I have done, and I will continue until it is time to quit.
Wendy