Brighter Days

In the years of writing, my conversations with the Lord.

Brighter days abound. Two decades here—two decades and six years—writing the extensions of this website.

An invitation to rise above the limits. With God, there are no limits. I know in my heart this is true.

Mike, how are you? For so many years, you have, in spirit, been part of a piece of eternity with me.

Whatever we said to each other in our incredible eye sessions was out of this world. It has never happened again.

One love, one true love—it can only be in God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. What can a man do when the Father of All has done it? “Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

In actuality, we are one in spirit, one in the Lord. The heavens, the earth, the cosmos, the galaxies, the stars and planets, the sun—even all the things man has left in space. All the chaos and catastrophic daily occurrences.

What is the world, united, going to do? Stand in place, reach to the heavens, and say, “Glory be to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit,” for bringing light out of darkness—from the lie to the truth. The kingdom of heaven is within each one of us.

Clear the cobwebs of discontent. Be the spiritual being that you are—In Presence of Spirit. Not just for me or you, but for everyone, united in Christ’s Holy Spirit consciousness. Ours for the asking.

I need to reach down deep, and I do not know how to anymore. My twin sister has a fracture in her left knee. I am holding my own—OMG—overwhelmed, but calm. She has been injured for 20 years. She had five fusion surgeries at the same time, and now this. Wow, the deck is full.

Surgeon appointment today at 1 p.m. The wheelchair rubber came off because of the way EMS moved her—they went forward off the curb. My way would have been the right way: turn the wheelchair around and go off the curb backward, keeping the patient safe and the rubber intact.

I have to transfer her into Dad’s car with a broken rubber tire. Fun. With her leg up, she cannot bend it. Pain, pain, pain. OMG. Doctor’s offices usually have wheelchairs—just have to get her there.

Her husband is going to assist. He stays with his parents, and she stays here. Since he is going to have surgery in two weeks, they are staying. He does not know how to care for her. Besides, his father is 91, and they need him there.

Oh Lord, help. Give me strength, courage, patience, and wisdom.

There are things that are needed: a hospital bed, nursing visits to check on her, and, well, a provider—ha, no luck there. So who is left? Hello, twin sister. I have been assisting Richard, who has cerebral palsy, 79 years old, bedbound since last November.

Then my 89-year-old dad moves in, my sister has a heart attack and then a pacemaker, and now my twin’s fall. Wow. I will be gone when I get a vacation. Not a tear in my eye, but my back cannot take very much more.

Well, enough. God bless you for taking the time to read my website.

Wendy