This is the picture I saw this morning while drinking my first cup of coffee. Yes, I got up before the sun came up, and felt great after having a good night's sleep. I had eaten a light breakfast because I was planning to go to the Center for lunch. After I finished eating, something happened to me that had never happened before while sitting in my recliner watching news.
I barely heard a knock at
my door. I couldn't get up. I kept trying so hard to get to the door,
because I felt sure it was someone special who had come to see me.
Finally I made it to the door, but I couldn't talk. I was trying so
hard to tell the two ladies to come on in, that I would be OK. They
came in, and I began to explain that I was cleaning house. All my
furniture from the combined dinning, and living room was moved to one
wall area of the living room. I kept trying to say just one word, but
nothing would come out. The two ladies sat down, and I started to
pick up a pile of leaves in the floor. The large bare area of the
room was not cluttered, so I wasn't too embarrassed. I guess I had
just decided to vacuum under every piece of furniture in the house. A
joining bedroom just had the bed in it, and I was glad when my son
Kent went in there to do something that was getting things ready for
the big interview that was about to happen. I realized some big
politician was, (I don't know which one,) talking with great concern
about our country. I could hear him, and hear the two ladies giving
their opinions, but I couldn't see them except in a daze-like manner.
I kept trying to talk, but not a word could I say. I could see my
son, Kent, there, and I realized he had planned this meeting. Then I
started trying to tell the people I had had a stroke, but I knew I
would get my feeling, and speech back in time. I kept listening to
the politician, and the ladies talking with extreme concern about
what the evil Democrats had done to our country. By now I had
decided I would always be a stroke victim never to walk normal, or
able to speak again. I was trying to accept it with a good attitude
when suddenly I came back to life, The Politician, and the two ladies
voices became clear to me now. They were on television, and my house
was not out of order. I was so shocked till I just began to thank God
for giving me back my normal life. I am now trying to make some sense
of this recliner experience, since I have never gone to sleep in my
recliner before. This happened after I had drank coffee, and had
breakfast. Also after I had taken a picture of the peeping sun. I
know this dream is for me to figure out, so needless to say I didn't
go to the Center for lunch today.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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