The North Wind Doth Blow

Brrr, Toby says it's cold outside!

January 23, 2014

Good Morning, Lord! It's a mighty cold windy day in North Central Texas. The Fabulous Five went out for potty call this morning and the wind blew Harmony and Zeke over. They yelped and headed for the casa. Now they've been afraid to step off the back step. Thank goodness they will use a wee wee pad. It's supposed to be even colder tomorrow before warming up into the 60's for the weekend.

I am actually enjoying my day inside. I've had the bug to read and, you know me, once I get my hands on a good book, I can't put it down. My friends and family in the north country are freezing their tootsies off so I pray for warm homes and safety if they have to go out.

I had my yearly physical on Tuesday. I've been struggling with tiredness, Fibro, and knew it was time to haul myself in and get the year started out right. I had met Michael's doctor last week and liked him a lot so I made the switch ~ I must say, I wasn't sorry. I did receive a shock though ... my (always normal) EKG was abnormal showing that I had had a heart attack at some point. Good grief! I didn't expect that although my neighbor had told me that my symptoms of a few weeks ago were similar to hers when she had a blockage in her heart. (felt like someone was sitting on my chest & had pain between my shoulder blades) Anyway, I was off to the hospital yesterday for blood work. The doctor had ordered it stat so I should get those results today or tomorrow. It's so hard to tell serious illnesses from Fibro attacks and I hate going in to the doctor for every little this and that. Guess I need to be more aware... Please help me know when I need to act and when I can sit back and wait for the storm to pass. My Readers with chronic illnesses and pain can relate, I am sure.

In my quest to surround myself with interesting bits, I came across my mother's high school diary. I'll bet she's grinning up in heaven knowing that I am learning more about her now in 2014 (the diary covers a time of the late 1920's early 1930's). It's always been interesting to me that my mother chose to be so quiet about who she was and for the time we spent during my growing up years she didn't talk much at all ... for that matter, even in my adult years, she would avoid talking about her own growing up years and her life in general. I've been able to gather bits and pieces about her from family, her diary, and, out of her own mouth when pestered enough (she always told me that I talked early and never did shut up!) Lord, if you see her, tell her that I'm proud of her playing guard on the girls (first team) basketball team, doing the high jump (wow, 4'2"), running hurdles (first place), skating, running the fifty yard dash (second place), playing the fiddle, flying an airplane, and winning a 4-H trip to University Farm in St. Paul, MN (leadership training). I could go on ... she was always a top notch employee wherever she worked learning quickly and doing more than was expected. Because she didn't marry my father until she was in her thirties, I would suspect that her life was filled with adventures. I always admired my mom for her beauty and for her extra long legs. Somehow, I got the "short" end of the gene pool! LOL I know, I know, I am fearfully and wonderfully made ... a perfect moi!

Phew, Lord, that wind is blowing mighty hard. the wind chimes in the garden are really making music and leaves are being blown here and there within the fence. One of my neighbors lost a huge tree limb. If you don't mind, keep those limbs attached to the tree in the back yard. I'd prefer not to get scrunched with one falling down on the casa and/or the cottage.

Lord God, have I told you lately how much I appreciate you being in my life? If it weren't for you, I'd still be dragging myself through the muck and mire of shame thinking I was the biggest loser on this earth. It has felt so good to be able to hold my head up and be transparent not only to you, but to my Readers, and the world. To have enough courage to own up to my past life, make amends, and move on has been so darn freeing. The biggest gift you've given me is knowing that I am worthy and being able to truly face truth and light with dignity and humility. It's a gift I pray that everyone would share with me.

Amen.

Miss Dottie

PS In Job 37:9, you tell us that "Out of the south comes the storm. And out of the north the cold." Lord, you weren't a kiddin'! I just walked from the cottage to the casa and had to put my head down into the wind to keep from wobbling. That north wind doth blow!!!