I haven't been here to post in a while. I haven't visited your blogs either. But, true to this blog's name, I have been praying for you and your addicted loved ones.
Prayer is a joining up in relationship with my power who is Greater than myself--we had to work that one out but I've finally come around to His way of thinking....but, I digress. I have been deeply working through prayer these last few months.
One way that I have found to pray is through writing. I have been afraid to say that out loud even though I have been calling myself a writer for a couple years . I decided that it was okay to do that because --well, anyone can write. But, really what I would like most is to become an author and that is an entirely different beast. That means that I need to learn to write well.
I have been hunkered down working on a project that I will share more about later as I get a better handle on it.
My son is working at a wonderful restaurant and doing an IOP. I am working very hard at staying out of his business. And, when I forget, he is thoughtful enough to remind me. It is a work in progress.
Big Sister is in Louisiana in a doctoral program. Her school got out for Mardi Gras (apparently we all went to the wrong school). I think it was a great experience for her. And," no there was no flashing for beads going on, Mom, in case you were wondering."
Little Sister is in her very last year of nursing (BSN) and was hired at a hospital as a CNA(certified nurses assistant) PRN (as needed). She is thrilled about this as it helps her to make connections once she graduates, because she is so afraid that she will never be hired. Did you all know that it takes experience to get experience? Because, I could not have possibly known that until she sat me down to explain it to me in slow......, loud .....words.
The Dad has brought a new standard poodle puppy into our world. He assures me that they are intelligent animals. He (Louis) has chewed every magazine in our home. He even went to the newspaper recycle basket and went through the entire stack to find any shiny magazine-like pages and pulled those out to chew into rice sized pieces which he evenly distributed all over the sofa and floor.
He can pull the runner off of kitchen table. He has not yet mastered the trick of keeping the napkins and salt and pepper shaker in their place when he rips the runner off of the table. I am sure he will keep trying.
He has decided that we shouldn't be able to snack while sitting on the sofa since he cannot share with us--thus he has chewed up each and every coaster that we own.
And, he has a distinct eye for fashion. He skipped over every cheap pair of flip flops that I own, opting for my expensive OluKai ones with the much needed 'old lady arch supports' for his chewing pleasure.
See, I told you he is intelligent. Maybe I need a new trainer.
I'm going to a silent three day directed retreat next week and then going to visit Big Sister. I'll remember you there and your loved ones as I pray for Henry and all of you.
