Dearest Mrs. Don-o, I love you and I thank you for this message, which is a universal message for everyone, and I pray this is not your last comment here but if it is, or is not, may God continue to protect You in the very best way that only He can.
I read once that God is like a loving Father who gives his child sweet milk to drink or sometimes bitter medicine, whichever the child needs. And the good child drinks it all.
Hugs,
me
God bless you, Little Jeremiah, and all the other FReepers of Good Will who have been praying for me. I have truly experienced my own vanity,emptiness, and nothingness -— and the great wealth of the Communion of Saints, those who in God share their spiritual goods with one another.
I’m recovering slowly in my little vacation venue in rehab. Got my husband here much of the time singing with me and popping pineapple tidbits into my mouth. Ain’t love grand!
And I went to the toilet my own self today.
O frabjous day! Calloo callay!
:o)