view from my front porch an early summer morning

Seems as though summer has come and gone so quickly .    It has been a good summer full of lots of beautiful flowers,  Beautiful weddings and sweet sweet memories.    This blog post will be one of a personal nature with a few  pretty pictures for you see,  and some of  the sweetest memories of these  past  fleeting weeks.

We must always be mindful of the Lord and his ability wow us with his amazing paint brush.

I have not said much about my beloved,   I have wanted to share it in a public fashion ,  but the timing wasn’t quite right~ and the fact that I am not sharing this with social media for sympathy or empathy but to better introduce my self ,and the “bigger picture ”  than the pretty flowershop on East Park.

Kenny and I have been married 21 Years.    We have shared so much life in these years,  and one thing about this life we have shared has been illness.   His diagnosis has an litany of problems and ailments that span these 20 years.   Not one to complain,   he handles every new problem with a stoic face,   a calm demeanor and a humility that I can’t say I get.   Because we all know I would be more verbal in my assault on my problems….or illnesses….

End Stage Renal Failure.       We watched the stages progress on our doctors’ notes these past years,  not knowing what  exactly would be the push that pushed him into dialysis,  but we knew ultimately that was the next step .   He had had a fistula built for the purpose of using it for Dialysis .   Two in fact as the first failed.   It seemed far off and a world unknown ,   but three years ago we chose the location we  would go for treatment.   Deciding a home treatment was not in our plan.   We selected a location and discussed a time slot.    Three hours a day they thought at that time.   Now some years later and a three month veteran ~   its 4.5 hours a day ,    3 days a week.

The change in how he feels is incredible.   I think he was so sick he didn’t know how to feel decent  or good.    It is a new way of life ,   a new commitment of time and a new challenge of transportation.   But when I see him smile while talking with me ,   laugh while playing with the dogs and hear him sing along with the radio ,   my heart swells with love and adoration for this guy I fell in love with so long ago.    Somewhat worried we didn’t tackle the hurdle a few years ago,   I am confident we were in His perfect timing and things happen the way they happen for a reason.

This summer  I have seen a new sense of “the old Kenny ”    we went kayaking for the time in years!!!! He can enjoy a meal with out ruining mine 🙂   TMI .     We have a hope that a kidney will become available and he will be able to have a transplant.   We believe in miracles…..  As we wait we will be patient in our course.    We will follow instructions and have a new quality of life that has not been present of recent years.

We all know I am music drivin   =- With that I have two songs to share with you today….. Ponder the words as you face your day.   I hope they speak to your heart as they do mine…..  and enjoy the view of lake Milton that wonderful Sunday afternoon…..

Feelin Groovy

slow down , you move too fast 

You got to make the morning last

Just kicking down the cobblestones

Looking for Fun and Feelin’ Groovy

Hello lampost , what’cha known ?

I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’

Ain ‘tcha got no rhymes for me?

I got no deeds to do

No promises to keep

I’m dappled and drowsy  and ready to sleep

Let the morning time drop all its petals on me

Life ,  I love you

All is GROOVY…….ba da da da da da, feelin groovy

The 59th Street Bridge.    Simon and Garfunkel

what a blessing it is to feel groovy….

Lookin for fun…..

a rest in the midst of the summer, a great getaway with my dear dear friend. Three days with out flowers….

In the midst of horrible sickness , I found a friend in the late winter that I some how found solace in ….. Her name is April.

 

when peace like a river , attendeth my,

way, when sorrows like sea billows roll

What ever my lot, thou hast taught  me to say

It is well with my soul

Though satan should buffet, through trials should come,

Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin ,  oh the bliss of this glorious thought

My sin not in part but the whole

Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord , Praise the Lord , O my soul !

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee,  for Thy coming we wait

The sky not the grave is our goal:

Oh trump of the angel Oh voice of the Lord

Blessed hope ,  blessed rest of my soul

And Lord haste the day when the faith shall be sight

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;

The trump shall resound ,  and the Lord shall descend

.Even so it is well with my soul . Horatio G Spafford 1873

144 years ago ,  this man wrote the words to this hymn that speaks to me even still……. Be blessed this day.    Slow down ,   enjoy the day ,   feel the feels and relish in the warmth of the sun…… It is going fast.     But this is not our home…… Something so much better awaits……. Peace to you my friends…..

The newly renovated St Aloysius Community Parish in East Liverpool.