I asked the Lord for a friend, not a husband—ha, there is a difference. He gave Richard and me our friendship. We have lived in this comfortable house for eight years. When I worked, I paid for my part. But since I have not worked in two years and seven months, he has taken care of all of it. It is only him, my son, and me now. The girls have since moved out.
Although I care for Richard with his needs, he has provided a home for me. We remain friends, and of course, we are companions. We even share a room, but it does not mean we are common-law married. He is 75 now. Cerebral palsy has taken its toll on him. I am thankful that God gave me the ability to care for him day in and day out. Although we like the nights, I hate the sun—the heat of South Texas. Jesus Christ, thank You for Richard, my best friend. Only a friend. I am worried, and still, no one will help.
Oh Lord, in Your name I do pray. I am so confused about what I am supposed to do. I require Your help in all areas of my life—my love, my book, the complete book, the surgery on my eyes tomorrow, and the court in front of the judge for disability with my lawyer. At least I will not be alone.
I have been reading 2005 writings,
“Reflections of In Presence of Spirit.” To the husband of my youth, from the wife of his youth. It is beautiful—that is when I had my first glaucoma attack. I am already on page 59. He still has not read it, but my reading and editing further a feeling—the vibration of such powerful prayers to the husband of my youth. That is over one hundred pages and 29,000+ words. Second to the highest word count from all the years of writing.
It is for anyone, not just him. Truly, it is verified. Hopefully, prayerfully, you can find forgiveness in your heart, mind, and soul. It takes a ton of layers of your past and gives you room to breathe through the cleansing of your heart’s pain.
I know it works because that gut pain has not come back.
Even in extreme difficulties, to describe mine to the minute status—how else could I state that? I have moments of anxiety, depression, and fear. I do not have the means and resources I need. Still no transportation. January 21, 2010
I know I have been working on the writings. No one else was going to do it.
I told my lawyer it is my hobby—ha, it is a lot more than that. But because “In Presence of Spirit” only sold one book, there is no money involved. It has nothing to do with my court case. I worked for the Lord, and He will provide in His time. This—all this—is not for greed. It is to help in the regeneration of our souls. Seriously, I followed through with what I was given in spirit to do, even in my mortality, with my problems and the way I am. The Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ blessed me with His presence.
Thank you, Jesus Christ. There is no way I would have made it through without You and our “You are and I am in the presence of Spirit in conversations with the Lord.” “Knowledge had but impatiently been misplaced.”
I knew that was the beginning of my book. I was going to be writing while I worked on it on the side. Furthermore, I was still writing every word that would one day be my complete, to-be-certified book—the offspring of my first written communication, “In Presence of Spirit.”
Jesus Christ heard my prayers and answered them at the beginning of my soul’s voyage searching for peace. Now we know it is not all about me. It is for anyone who is searching and not finding. It is for you and for me. I still do not speak about all this. I have no questions to answer. My eyes feel better today. January 28, 2010, Wendy Yvette Greenwell.
