Not Everything is about me!

Someone puts a post on Facebook pointing out that some people will lie–I immediately wonder what lie have I told now?…..knowing good and well I don’t lie; not deliberately anyway.

A post is shared on social media about fake friends and true friends; I’m estranged from a friend–immediately she/he is talking about me.

A scripture is shared about right and wrong-love and hate-anything….the preacher is making digs at me!!!

God only knows what moved that particular person to post/write or otherwise share what they shared. They may have been thinking of someone in their past. It may very well have spoken to THEM in their time of need.

So why do we automatically assume that everything anyone with whom we are out of sorts with is posting stuff about us.

Many years ago a dear friend of mine taught me a very important lesson. We had gone to a craft show together; she, my hubby and I. We had a wonderful morning but around noon a heavy thunderstorm blew up, it thundered and lightened, the wind blew and the rain came down hard and fast. Canopies were blown around, people’s ware were blown over, wet, damaged and otherwise in disarray. All my woodwork got wet. All my friend’s tee-shirts were wet. We gathered it all up, stuffed it in the van and drove home to dry it all out.

On the ride home I asked this question: You know, I haven’t been attending church like I should. You think God is punishing me because of that?

My friend looked at me and with all the love she felt for me she said: Klara, God would not punish all those people just to punish you for not going to church regularly. You are not that important!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I always think of that when I’m temped to take it personally. Yes, I do look for the message God is sending me, but I don’t think I’m so important that God would wet a whole craft show just to get to me. So when you read that post on social media, look for the lesson, apply it if it’s applicable. Please don’t see it as being a jab at you! Not everything is about YOU.

The Deed is Done

Our pastor and his family are gone. Those who wanted him gone are happy as larks. Those who didn’t are moving forward with a better understanding of what church people are capable of doing.
I often wonder if I’m a hypocrite or if I’m doing what God would have me do by staying. I don’t hate those who had aught against the pastor. I can’t find it in my heart to truly hate anyone. I want the best for them. I want God’s love and blessings in their life. I am aware of who and what most of the people are: I accept them as who they are. I don’t put my trust in people. My trust is in the Lord.

I feel that one-possibly more–are out to get me. Too many factors/comments/questions point in that direction. The Bible says that no weapon formed against me shall prosper. I claim that. So, just as with my pastor and his family, should ‘they’ whom ever ‘they’ are succeed in removing me from the physical church I attend; they will never remove me from the Lamb’s Book of Life. They will never dampen my spirit. I will continue to serve my God where ever I may be planted.

The secretary is told to be sue and check the bank statements to be sure no checks were made to cash. A bag of Fritos was taken; a bag intended to feed the people who bought chilli plates Sunday. The statement was made: It was JUST a bag of chips. A bag of chips the church paid for, a bag of chips intended for a Sunday fund raiser meal, a bag of chips which caused us to run out sooner than we would have. But it’s just a bag of chips.

Maybe a ugly reaction was expected. Nope. Wasn’t one. I was curious about where it went. More so since there were 2 dollars in a bowl in the kitchen-the amount of the bag of chips. No, that was for yard sale stuff.

I can’t help what others think or do or say. That is between them and God. I am only responsible for me. I have a hard enough keeping me where I need to be with God. I’m working hard on only saying what I would be able to say face to face with the person I am speaking about. I don’t always accomplish this; but I work on it.

Sick, just sick

Lord, I didn’t know it could be this way. Lord, I didn’t know people could be so awful, so vindictive, so hateful.
Lord, I pray for us, as a family, I pray for our church, I pray for my sister and her daughters.
When people don’t get their way they can turn into 2 year olds throwing a tantrum.
*shakes my head*
*wipes my tears*
Old men in the church grab big breasted women’s boobs, that’s ok.
But the preacher tells a couple stories in his sermon and that is a reason to impeach.
Deacons gossip and spread it all through the church-that’s ok.
The preacher shares a a prayer concern, and it’s reason to impeach.
Leaders speak of certain people in the church with venom in their voices-that’s ok.
Don’t let the pastor speak in any way that sounds as though he is mocking, it’s reason to impeach.
Church staff does a half-*## job at their given duties, that’s ok.
But let the preacher rest his aching legs by sitting on the banister while he preaches and he has to go.
Young teens wear minimum clothing to Sunday worship, that’s ok…
but the preacher doesn’t wear a suit and that’s a reason to impeach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Double Standards..
No walk with the Lord

Persistence & Prayer

In the beginning of this year long IV run, due to insurance or the lack of sufficient insurance-I was told that it would be 30.00 a day to receive my medication and supplies at home/whereas insurance would cover supplies as an outpatient at the local hospital. So, I began driving to town daily, spending 30 minutes or more being checked in and awaiting the IV nurse & medication, then the hour for the drug to run. I sometimes was shivering by the time the hour was up-especially in ER, in spite of having 3 blankets and a hoodie on with the hood over my head.
After about a week, I called infusion partners again, talked to them, and after consulting with her manager the lady said 15.00 day would be the best they could do. I asked that they let me try the hospital route and think on it.
Well come to find out, yes insurance will pay, but I have 20% balance to cover. The hospital charges from 500-over 700 a day to administer the meds. I didn’t think the 20% I had left to pay was manageable to me over the long haul, not to mention the inconvenience, the cold, the germs and the wear on tear on me and my vehicle.
So yesterday, I called IV infusion and as we discussed exactly what I needed she came up with a quote that was less than 7 a day–delivered the same day if needed. Oh yes ma’am! Elated I called the hospital, praising God for answered prayers; yet I didn’t feel that I could fully rejoice until I heard news from our pastor who was under going some kidney function tests. Being an insulin dependent diabetic, his kidney function was troubling the doctor. He had various test run and was to hear from them last Friday-but didn’t even though the results were on the doctor’s desk. I text him to find out and after about an hour or so he sent out a mass text saying that his numbers were better -a change of meds and other diet changes were in order and then I could truly rejoice.
Thank you, God-as always you are on time, on point and so good to us all. I often fail to rest in that truth.

ER outpatient visits

The first weekend of my daily IV’s was spent with 2 of the sweetest RN’s one could imagine. Both have been through the FM, so remember me and my bread, both are friendly and go out of their way to help. I do worry about exposure to whatever might be in the ER from other patients but have made me up a little bag with a mask, some hand sanitizer, and after this weekend a pullover ski cap for my head. More on that later-

The weekend of our trip we went to the Gulf Coast, spending our 3 nights at the Hollywood because Terry had 3 consecutive free nights that did not exclude weekends. We did our Outlet mall shopping, rode up to the tractor place to order a part, med Diane at Sharkhead’s and then ate dinner at Shaggy’s. Saturday we plundered around in Gulfport, meeting up with Diane at the Ocean Adventure place which, before Katrina, was on the water at Gulfport and called Marine life. I spent a lot of time resting and sleeping.

The 2nd weekend again was spent with my 2 nice RN’s, one whose name is Stacy and the other one I’ve not learned her name.

The 3rd weekend could be classified in way the weekend from hell. Sheila is a sharp, hurry up get’er’done type with no compassion whatsoever. If I have a stitch left in my arm it will surprise me. Terry, I’ve known for years and she is somewhat better-but Saturday and Sunday both were spent freezingĀ  my tail off even with 2 blankets and my hoodie pulled over my head. On Sunday I had to unplug my IV and go tell them I was done because they were laughing and carrying on so they couldn’t hear the machine beeping.

Today, Labor Day I be-bopped down there and go through the front entrance only to find the business office closed. I head on down to the ER, to find a newbie at registration. When I give her my name and why I’m there she is totally confused, stating she doesn’t have a clue what to do. She consults her manual while I make a bathroom run, then calls the regular girl and talks with her a while. She pecks around on the computer, then calls one of the RN’s-Linda ( a lovely, precious lady) and then Terry comes around and finally, after 30 minutes the 3 of them get me checked in. My little CNA in the ER, LD, brought me 3 warm blankets and I napped the whole time my drip was running. One thing I can say is that once I get checked in it isn’t long before they have me hooked up and running.

The IV saga

Well the PIC line was in place on August 8 and I had my first run of meds. Other than soreness and some pain, all was well. I did my FM as usual on Thursday, taking Ana with me to help unload and load back up. I made contact with my nurse concerning the regular admin of meds. Due to my insurance or lack there-of, I would have to go to the hospital daily to take my hour of medication. I fought against this, called the infusion people, argued over how 3.00 a day for supplies, which I paid in ’17, had gone to 30.00 a day all to no avail. I did pay the 30.00 a day for meds to cover me for the 16,17 & 18 of August since we had a trip planned.
I made my first trip to Walthall General for meds on August 10, at 8AM. After 30 minutes of checking in, I was directed to the Out Patient area where I rang a bell a waited for someone to let me in. A rather short, large lady was my CNA. Her name was Mary & I knew her from back in the nursery day. Stephanie was my RN. I didn’t know her well, but her sister had been the bus driver for the girls all the school lives. Stephanie is good at what she does, a bit sharp in speech, but she has a good heart. And so we settled into a routine-during the week I went into out-patient; on weekends I went through the ER, but still as out-patient.
Other than sometimes waiting an extra long time to be checked in, the 5 days of the week have gone smoothly. The ladies are getting used to seeing me, they know what to do, they know about what time I’m coming–we have moved my time to around 1-2 PM for my convenience–and they have as much ready for me as possible.
I take a book a read and enjoy that past time I don’t usually get to indulge in or simply take a nap. Other than losing 2 1/2 to 3 hours a daily from leaving home to returning-it isn’t so bad.

Ain’t life grand

Life is really grand, because it certainly isn’t boring.
Rita, I’m not quite knee deep in canning, as gardens have slowed down here, thankfully. We get a bit of okra and some jelly stuff here and there, but otherwise I’m having more time to play with oils and salves.

I saw my pulmonary doc yesterday for a regular checkup–Not good news. I have some new developments of my mycrobacteria, plus some pneumonia spots. Therefore, I go tomorrow for insertion of another pic line and another year of IV antibiotics.

I saw my doc in January–I had to go to the local clinic in March with a flare; I went again in May for the same thing. I’ve known I needed to be seen for almost a month now but kept self medicating with herbs and such until I could make it to my already scheduled appointment.

Prayers are that the Myco isn’t resistant to the one antibiotic I can tolerate.
Doc also prescribed saline so I can use Tea Tree Oil in my nebulizer–but my pharmacist says their warehouse is out but she will keep trying to order. I’ll be back in the pharmacy today so I plan to let them know how important getting some of this stuff is.

Have family coming up this weekend for Homecoming at our church. Shandi is being re-evaluated for disability since she is now ‘of age’. We go Saturday evening to a disability doc in Brookhaven at 3–even though her disability isn’t physical that is where we start. We have gone 3 times for her to take her drivers permit test–they have the head phones and the questions are read–she has failed each time. She is so discouraged.

Ana didn’t get into the cosmotology class she wanted–there is a waiting list a mile long-so instead of taking general course and as she put it ‘wasting time & money’, she went to work at a local plant for the time being. I’m very glad she did–it’s what I call manual labor for a woman and I’m sure she will decide right quick this isn’t what she wants with her life.:)–but then again, it is her life and she will be making her own money. Her car is torn up-engine problems; between us and herself, we will get it running as soon as Robby finishes the painting of the church which should be this week.