May one of three songs be jamming in the background…

#1

Stuck in your head at Grandmama’s funeral years ago. Feel it. The rhythm. The warmth. Feel the loss. The love. Three generations of Blessings you knew before you spiriting you on your way.

A Wonderful Tribute to the crib this world is…

#2

You. What you are without Him. Feel it. Know it. There have been billions worse than you. Vast majority even now are. But stand in front of Jesus and blessed be ya if He laughs as He rolls His eyes at you.

Admit your failures. Your wrongs. Whatever you know of your mistakes, knowing you can’t even remember half of them and how adrift you are without a Jewish Carpenter to save you. Then Laugh. Because He’s laughing with you as He hugs you and welcomes you Home.

#8 (in the hymnal)

Please, let these words and song be what fills your ears as you crawl out of the crib. And for once, in that moment you might be able to hold the tears in.

ROFLMAO good luck. 😂

May 14, 2017. That day in a rough time for you and one Sunday, basking in unemployment and fear, 17 years after the day the sky was the limit, and David cranked up A Mighty Fortress on THAT DAY WHEN IT FELL ON A SUNDAY AGAIN and you couldn’t even sing for crying tears of laughter. You’d never known them before, nor since..

Can’t even describe what they felt like. There’s no way others didn’t notice. No idea, because you couldn’t even care.

If these notes and song are the last on s you hear on this life…

…that would rock. 😂

Though it would be awkward if you were dying and had to hit the repeat button as you waited.…

Wow. That would… yeah. Way to weird yourself out. Now insomnia’s really got ya by the jingle bells… 😂😂😂

Until then…. Feel these vibes instead…

And the comments…🕊️

You are beautiful, my darling, beautiful beyond words. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.

Your teeth are as white as sheep, recently shorn and freshly washed. Your smile is flawless, each tooth matched with its twin.

Your lips are like scarlet ribbon; your mouth is inviting. Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil.

Your neck is as beautiful as the tower of David, jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.

Your breasts are like two fawns, twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.

Before the dawn breezes blow and the night shadows flee, I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

You are altogether beautiful, my darling, beautiful in every way.

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Come down from Mount Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, where the lions have their dens and leopards live among the hills.

You have captured my heart, my treasure, my bride. You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes, with a single jewel of your necklace.

Your love delights me, my treasure, my bride. Your love is better than wine, your perfume more fragrant than spices.

Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. Your clothes are scented like the cedars of Lebanon.

You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride, a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.

Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates with rare spices— henna with nard,

nard and saffron, fragrant calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes, and every other lovely spice.

You are a garden fountain, a well of fresh water streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.

‭‭Song of Songs‬ ‭4‬:‭1‬-‭15‬ ‭NLT‬‬

And associations.

Odd how they work…

So no M. Her loss.

Nothing more needed.

…By any chance you still glance in on these…

Please let me know when you are in danger. In the hospital. In pain. Or anything else where you are in need.

Prayer is powerful. I want to be able to pray for you when you are in need. I don’t care what, or why. I don’t even need to know the circumstances.

Just send me a “🙏” emoji if you want. Specifics aren’t even needed.

It’s important to me. Don’t know why. Don’t care why. Sometimes I wish it wasn’t, but it is.

I told you you would always be sacred to me because it was True; not because I was in love with you.

If you want to hate me, hate me. I still want to pray for you when you are in need.🙏

Yes… this includes any of your loved ones.

Thanks. Be well, sweetie.

Always loved this one. Good fun. Great sound. Great decade for not needing much meaning…

Missing her all day. Really intensely. No clue why.

Can’t sleep, but what else is new…

Maybe because it’s finally below 60 degrees.

Coming up on two years now, but it’s not lime yet. Prayed for her. Not sure what else to do. She’ll always be sacred.

A new possibility is on the horizon, but not sure what to make of it. The closeness of the past was so… intimate. Built over years of feeling someone else in your very soul, even when she was thousands of miles away.

Nothing will be like that again… which given that it didn’t work out… is for the best. Still…

It will pass. Been out on dates here and there and didn’t have much trouble.

No idea. Hope she’s well.

Have some work to do. Might as well make the time useful. Sleeping in shifts. Wonder where you got that idea. 😂

Bookkeeping again. PT gig. Good supplement to the bookstore.

Once everything’s squared away, read some more Isaiah. Well, start over. Then get some sleep on.

Cat sitting Sam again. Folks getting their house ready for realtor. Hate them having to move. It is what it is though.

This life is just the crib, though. In ten thousand years, you won’t remember much of this place. Only the good times, if even that.

Tomorrow’s another day. Make it a good one.

And as always, Thanks for the cats.🕊️🙏🐈

A bit scary though… 🤔