Life IS change!

I asked my Wednesday evening prayer meeting family to pray about whether or not I need to move.  Within two days, I knew it was not in His will.  Ask Him, He will make it clear. Just make sure you are listening!!

So, I have decided to make some drastic changes in my home.  I will make the garage, (Thomas's room) back into a garage.  (no more hail damage on my car, and hopefully, I won't get robbed again.) People won't know if I am home or not.  Then, I am going to make my room into the guest room, and move into Luke's old room. Eventually, I will remodel my one bathroom.  I don't think making this home into a 2 bedroom, 1 bath, will make a difference in later years. (After I am walking the streets of gold....)  Every home around me is a rent house.  Since I am so close to McMurry, investors could buy it for students. Or, McMurry can bulldoze it, and make parking.

Also, I have been conversing with a Master Gardener.  I will be making my front and back yard into a xeriscape yard.  No mowing, just plants.  I will do it in several stages.  Hopefully the first stage in October, then as I have the money and energy.  I plan on completing it before next summer.



Another change:  Thomas is moving to Lubbock.  Praise God, he has an elementary teaching job!  He had a Skype interview with his principal.  (He adored her!)  Within an hour, he received a phone call from Personnel.  He was told that his principal, 'didn't know what he would be teaching, she just wants you on her campus.'  Hurrah!  Someone who sees how wonderful Thomas is, and what a great teacher he will be!  We drove up last week, and took the first place we looked at.  (Another God-thing)  His duplex is almost as big as my home.  However, HE has TWO bathrooms!  There is even a little backyard for Izzy, and a little patio area.  His walk-in closet is as big as my bathroom!  It is in a great neighborhood, and close to his school.  God is GREAT!!

Maybe Luke will even have some time to see me, when I go visit Thomas.  I can only pray.

Change:  As of this time next week, I will have hearing aids.  It is time.  Heredity, since my paternal grandmother had them, my daddy, even my brother.  Thomas is pleased....no more "What did you say?"  I must admit, I am even looking forward to them. More clarity, less feeling left out. 



Meltdown #2

Considering I have been in constant pain since May 26th, I guess I shouldn't be so hard on myself.

My first crybaby attack was when I drove to church by myself for the first time after the accident.  It was a Wednesday night, and I was a block from Southwest Park.  A kid in a small pickup in the other lane, had just passed me.  Even though he was behind me, when he slammed on his brakes and skidded into someone's yard, anxiety hit.  I waited until I parked at church before I lost it.  Just the sound of that skid, brought it all back.  I walked into our meal/prayer meeting sobbing.  Everyone was so nice.  Susan H. found me a place to sit, Susan W. brought me my food, Susan T. got my water.  Numerous others came by to give me a hug.  (we do have people NOT named Susan in our church, by the way....)  Beth and Russell said they understood my fear.  I cried all through prayer meeting, and continued it at home. 

I still have difficulty when I see a white vehicle coming toward me, going too fast.  I know that this is something that will eventually go away.  Patience, dear Sharon, patience.

Meltdown #2 was today.  My back is still 'stove up.' I cannot breathe without it hurting.  Which, basically is all the time.  My chiropractor has been working on it, but during and afterwards, I am in such severe pain, I have about decided it is not worth it.  As he said, the car hit me head-on going 50 mph, and the airbag hit me going 100 mph, it is no wonder my back still hurts.  Today, I had enough.  After I left his office, I had a pity party.  I drove home crying and praying.  I suppose God is still wanting to teach me something through it.  But, just between you and me, I am fed up.  This constant pain, each time I breathe, each time I twist wrong, each time I happen to hit the two large hematomas that are left (which could take months to go away), well, I got to my breaking point.  I came home and cried out to God for it to end soon. 

I'm sure there will be more meltdowns before I am 'normal.'