Amy’s World

My blog activity is out of necessity…I guess. I feel a need to write. Not a have to, so that’s good. See I’ve been seeing how social media boils down to self. Look what I made. Look what I accomplished. Look at what I have. Look at what I’m going to get. Come on, there has to be more than this at the end of a day. The main thing should remain the main thing. Did I help someone? Did I help change a life?

So what’s been going on around here? School. Loving it. Absolutely loving it. The girls are doing wonderfully. My two 5th graders picked a continent to pick a country out of to do a poster report. Well they picked Antarctica. No population. No government set up there. Sounds like a good place to run to to get away from the realities of the election, the fraud, the riots, the contention, the covid….wonder if Corona can live in Antarctica with those low temps🤔

I’m about to lose a friend to death. Lung cancer end stage. I lost a friend to complications of covid back in August. Still hurts. And now my dear friend hasn’t had anything to eat in 5 weeks. Her bowels suffered irreversible repair after stroke. She was too weak also for chemo or even the new immunotherapy.

She is declining and should pass away this week. Pass away. Weird thought, isn’t it? We like to put it nicely, I guess. My friend will die. I have been praying for her to die. Lord, please take her quick. Weird to think I’m praying for someone to die. I have gotten past the guilt of that. Some friends of mine showed me how it’s out of compassion that we tend to pray a prayer like that.

It hit me yesterday when, again I was praying for my friend’s passing to happen quickly and praying for the family to see God in this experience. That they would feel His presence in that home as they wait for their mother’s death. The thought hit me…do they realize how close they are to heaven these last days? They know their mother will go to heaven. She has given her life to God many years ago. Do they realize just how close they will be to heaven, as their mother slips out of this world and the heavens open to receive her.

Grief is weird. At least, that’s my newest thought on the matter. Losing these two women is hard for me. They were older ladies that I clung to in the church. They both have talked me down many ledges. They had rejoiced with me, they helped me, they even both showed for my grandmother’s funeral because it was my grandmother who died and they wanted to show me their support. The loss I feel for them for exceeds any loss I’ve had outside of my children.

Grief does come in waves like they often say. Out of nowhere after a calm, easy quiet day, here comes a bout of crying, weeping. And as soon as it comes, it just leaves. I feel no better, no worse after that. We cry for ourselves when we grieve. I get that. But even knowing this doesn’t stop the waterworks.

Well anyway, I’m ok. I’m sure you all have been here a time or two and can relate. I did write a poem for my friend and I will post it when she passes, slips away or dies…however you wanna look at it. Til then how about a few update pics?

Field trip to a nature center. I observed while our brave girls touched the fox snake! Ewe

Leah made herself a doll using old socks from her drawer

Learning to sew in Doves. She is sewing on a badge she earned

3 tins of buttons…nothing better for little girls

Election night…coloring their electoral maps..until….the election basically stopped. Try explaining to kids just what is going on with the election.

The younger girls get a sash to sew

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