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A Sad-Happy Dream

I dreamed about Bob last night. These days he sleeps in a hospital bed in the other room. Has for quite a while. A hospital bed because he can’t sit up on his own or walk or, well, anything. He needs an arm rail so he doesn’t fall out of bed. Anyway, last night…or was it this morning…in my dream he sat up, swung his legs off the bed and stood up. He was looking for something to eat. He was just like before. I guess it was a version of a flying dream but for Bob.

It's dreams like this that make me wish for different outcomes.

But here's the problem. No one gets out of this life without some difficulties along the way. For some, the difficulties are short-lived. For others, not so much.

When I get feeling wistful and sad, I tend to think of the people in Ukraine who have been fighting against a terrible man. A man who wants to annihilate innocent folks and, for what, to take their land.

I think the people of Ukraine have it much harder than I do. How? Well, let's say for argument, there's another married couple just like me and Bob but in Ukraine. Not only are they dealing with their own problem but trying not to be killed during this ridiculous war waged on them by this evil dictatorial man.

That's what I do to get myself out of a funk. I think of how bad it could be and thank God it's not that way for me and Bob.

I wouldn't have to get myself out of a funk if I hadn't had that dream. The dream made me long for what used to be. Made me sad. Normally, I can get outside and look at my surroundings--lush woods, a beach so near I smell the salt in the air, fresh air! No smog. Deer. Fox. Raccoons.

A host of amazing birds.

Joey, my walking pal.

Gully, our bag cat and a very spoiled bag cat at that. Plus, two other cats named Lester and Timmy who are not quite as spoiled as Gully but almost. Gully is the Queen. They are but her minions who watch her every move.

We have food in the fridge. Water in the well. A toilet. Yay. Shoes and a coat. A means of communication. Did I mention a toilet? I can't say that one enough.

I have friends who bring amazing gifts like this Blind Santa and two amazing nightlights.

The eaters who give me nothing in return, like the raccoons. But these bring gifts of incredible peace and beauty.

So, yeah. I get down some days but, Holy Krakatoa. I truly am blessed. I just have this other thing going on. We all do.

The world is difficult, to say the least. Still, there's beauty here on this planet so close you can touch it. I can open the door or stay indoors and prove over and over, there's beauty all around. I really don't have to think about the pain and suffering of other people. It's beautiful enough when I look through and past the cloud of trouble. Then I can see clearly that all of this--the good and the bad in its own way, is meant for me. And something better, after this place awaits.

The Heavenly Hope ~ These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. For those who say such things declare plainly that they seek a homeland. And truly if they had called to mind that country from which they had come out, they would have had opportunity to return. But now they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them. ~Hebrews 11:13-16

God bless you all.

P.S. I didn't mention my sister. Who is amazing but who needs a blog post from me all to herself.

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GK Butler
GK Butler
22 jun

Susan, I have been looking at this page, reading this AND that, as if it were a book you've written. Some how I ran across this page in my Favorites, lucky me, seriously.

I take it, ur husband isn't well, is that correct. If this is so, I am so sorry to read this, I remember when you shared that you had purchased him a sports car that HE would find upon arriving soon from a business trip.

You are in my thoughts. GKButler on Facebook.


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