No one but my Good Lord knows how my life was suppose to have unfolded over these 72 years. I have used my “God given free will” perhaps a bit too often to my family’s chagrin. Was I following along the line of the “Old Adam” or listening to my soul and spirit for what I thought was survival?
Today, Saturday, January 14, 2017, I believe I am where I am meant to be. Dennis has had several weeks of less than feeling good. He has mentioned several times that we have done good things for our kids and those close to us. End times? I trust not. Today Dennis found some very old gospel music on his favorite RFD television channel. He was listening to it while resting in his recliner. I came up from the sewing studio to check on him and to think about pulling together some supper. Dennis got up to check on the garage kitties to see if they had enough in their supper dish. As I am moving about in the kitchen, I have a direct visual through the bathroom window right through the patio doors of his favorite porch. That visual is not by accident. I knew Dennis had the gospel music on, on his porch television, just by the motion of his rocking chair. Butter Ball was keeping watch on Dennis as Butter Ball was perched on the table. Yes, today, I am where I belong, keeping a watchful eye on my ole cowboy.