Sunday, May 31, 2009

It was nice living in this tent when it was strong and secure and the sun was shining and the air was warm.

But, Mr. Tentmaker, it’s scary now.

My tent is acting like it’s not going to hold together. The poles seem weak and they shift with the wind, a couple of the stakes have wiggled loose from the sand, and worst of all, the canvas has a rip. It no longer protects me from beating rain or stinging flies.

It’s scary in here, Mr. Tentmaker. Last week I was sent to the repair shop and some repairmen tried to patch the rip in my canvas. It didn’t help much though, because the patch pulled away from the edges and now the tear is worse.

What troubled me most, Mr. Tentmaker, is that the repairmen didn’t seem to notice I was still in the tent. They just worked on the canvas while; I shivered inside. I cried out once, but no one heard me.

I guess my first real question is, why did you give me such a flimsy tent? I can see by looking around the campground that some of the tents are much stronger and more stable than mine. Why, Mr. Tentmaker, did you pick a tent of such poor quality for me and even more important, what do you intend to do about it?

Oh, Little tent dweller, as the Creator and Provider of tents, I know all about you and your tent and I love you both.

I made a tent for myself once and lived in it on your campground. My tent was vulnerable, too, and some vicious attackers ripped it to pieces while I was still in it. It was a terrible experience but you’ll be glad to know they couldn’t hurt me. In fact, the whole occurrence was a tremendous advantage because it is this very victory over my enemy that frees me to be of present help to you.

Little tent dweller, I am now prepared to come and live in your tent with you, if you will invite me. You will learn, as we dwell together, that real security comes from my being in your tent with you. When the storms come, you can huddle in my arms and I’ll hold you. When the canvas rips, we’ll go to the repair shop together.

Someday, little tent dweller, your tent will collapse (for I’ve only designed it for temporary use). When it does, you and I will leave together, (I promise not to leave before you do). Then, free of all that would hinder or restrict, we will move to our permanent home and together, forever rejoice and be glad.

~~By Roselyn Aronson

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Partial view from bedroom

It was taken, of course, through the screen. Sloan's Lake and the mountains.

The Estate Sale is over

The move is over and the Estate Sale is over. All went very well. The people doing the Estate Sale went way above and beyond what I was expecting. They left the house clean and vacuumed and empty except for one very large bookcase/entertainment center. The washer/dryer and the refrigerator were left as bargaining tools. If whoever buys the house does not want them I am sure they will be easy enough to sell. Pray that the condo sells fast.

I cannot believe how much a person collects over the years - stuff we don't really use - it is just there. My little apartment has everything I need and so far I am very comfortable here. Yes, I do miss the garage and I go to another floor to do the laundry. I was so used to the comforts of every day life and having everything at the tips of my fingers. Now I have to reach a little and it is good for me.

The whole move and process of moving went so fast that I did not have time to go through all of the old paper work, etc. I am still in the process of doing that - almost finished. It will be so good to have all of this finished.

As for my health I am feeling pretty good, certainly nothing to complain about. My back is hurting but that is because I was lifting things I was not supposed to lift - there is not always someone around to do this for you. I don't have any doctor appointments scheduled but I guess that will not happen until it is necessary.

My hair was finally to the point that I had to do something. It was growing fairly fast in the back and on the sides but not on the top or the very front. It looked kind of weird so I decided that I needed to get it styled. Well, to make it look right and match the top it is now very short again. It was growing in all different directions and I now have a slight wave at the neckline and the very front and a huge cowlick at the crown. She said that some of my hair was very fine and some was very coarse. Guess it will just take time to get straightened out. However, I think I am through with the wigs.

The cats are doing much better but they know there is something on the other side of that door and they want to explore. I am going to put something under the door to help reduce the noise and maybe that will help.

I am looking forward to a week at Moss Beach in San Francisco. It will be good to get away and enjoy the beach.

"Thank you" to everyone who helped me move and to those who prayed for an easy transition. Please keep praying for me. I have a long way to go and so hopefully you will be praying for me for a very long time.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

The Move

Sorry it took so long to post but I have been trying to change my sign-on. I had tried to post once and I lost everything so I thought since I no longer have the same provider it would not work. I am trying again and I think it is going to work this time. (Thank you Mel!)

Well, I actually moved on May 1st and it is hard to believe that I have been in my new place for over a week already. It truly is small and I had to leave a lot behind but I have no regrets. This is going to be so much easier to take care of as time goes on. The cats on the other hand are not as impressed with the smaller space. They no longer have the steps to race up and down. But, each day I do see improvement with them and they are finally eating again and playing. They are trying to get used to the different noises - me too!

The move went smoothly with my pastor in charge, three other men from the church and Rebecca. It took only about 2 1/2 hours. Others have been by to help me finish packing things at the house and to help arrange things at the new place. I am so thankful for all of them. God has truly blessed me with good friends.

I cannot believe that it has been 12 years since I have been able to sleep with the bedroom windows open. I am loving the fresh air and the magnificent view. St Anthony's hospital is right across the lake and I can watch the helicopter take off and land. It usually goes right by my window.

I seem to be going to the house to exchange stuff I brought with me and don't need, or I left something that I do need/want. This will be the last week I can do that because the Estate Sale is this weekend and all will be gone (hopefully). I think I hung the last thing this morning - the clock.

Health wise I am feeling good, just really tired. The move took a lot out of me but I am sure as soon as I can settle down I will regain my energy. I have not gone to the Y for several weeks now and I am anxious to get back there.

I have sent out my new home address and email address but I am not getting a lot of response. I did figure out however, that it went into junk mail for several providers. So if you don't occasionally check your junk mail you may not know my new information.