Tag: #heart

Psalm 136

1. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good. His love endures forever.

2. Give thanks to the God of gods. His love endures forever.

3. Give thanks to the Lord of lords: His love endures forever.

4. To him who alone does great wonders. His love endures forever.

5. Who by his understanding made the heavens. His love endures forever.

6. Who spread out the earth upon the waters. His love endures forever.

7. Who made the great lights. His love endures forever.

8. The sun to govern the day. His love endures forever.

9. The moon and stars to govern the night. His love endures forever.

10. To him who struck down the firstborn of Egypt. His love endures forever.

11. And brought Israel out from among them. His love endures forever.

12. With a mighty hand and outstretched arm. His love endures forever.

13. To him who divided the Red Sea asunder. His love endures forever.

14. And brought Israel into the midst of it. His love endures forever.

15. But swept Pharaoh and his army into the Red Sea. His love endures forever.

16. To him who led his people through the desert. His love endures forever.

17. Who struck down great kings. His love endures forever.

18. And killed mighty kings. His love endures forever.

19. Sihon king of the Amorites. His love endures forever.

20. And Of king of Bashan. His love endures forever.

21. And gave their land as an inheritance. His love endures forever.

22. An inheritance to his servant Israel. His love endures forever.

23. To the One who remembered us in our low estate. His love endures forever.

24. And freed us from our enemies. His love endures forever.

25. And who gives food to every creature. His love endures forever.

26. Give thanks to the God of heaven. His love endures forever.

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Dear Hubby,

I’ll take one of each. Please. And thank you. ❣👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇🥰

Dream Job? Writers Wanted! Your “voice” is unique. Use it or lose it. I am a Warrior Woman, a Write Fighter.

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TBI Traumatic Brain Injury

To my baby sister. My sidekick through life.
We three …you in your coma; our Mama/Momma and me.

Psychological trauma. Pathological drama. Coercive Control
Flashbacks?
Solve the puzzle. Solve the puzzle.
Under Construction
Solving Puzzles
Right Brain, Left Brain
I am never too old to learn something new.

We lost her twice

Sheesh before the wreck

Sheesh after the wreck

My own brain

Processing

Progressing

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Family 1984-1986

No pictures, please! My Mama is the family Paparazzi
My grandfather “PaPa” singing to NiNi
Once upon a time in a house on a red dirt road…
Two of three brothers who worked all over the world. My PaPa is in this picture. “I’m the only one, ain’t I PaPa?
JB TCOB. Me cracking up. Because…Irvin Williams… Family Joke
Family Reunion 1986
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Momma Hen

Our Mama/Momma at the age of 15. Thibodaux, LA. 1960. So beautiful. 🥰

I call her Mama. My sister called her Momma. This young lady’s picture tugs at my heartstrings because I know her future.

Momma Hen with shadow. 1984–her youngest daughter (my sister) at graduation in June 1984.

July 15, 1984. Her “Baby Doll” suffered traumatic brain injury. July 17, 1995. Momma’s chick died in her sleep at home. Home. The cozy nest made for her comatose child. Home. Where both were housebound because this Momma Hen cared for her child around the clock with minimal assistance.

My Mama Hen is 75 now. She is thankful that her prayer was answered and her baby died at home. I can’t imagine how she felt when she woke and went to check my sister.

Mama Hen feels like she hasn’t accomplished much in her life. I tell her I will always honor her for her dedication and devotion to my sister’s health and welfare; Momma Hen. I will share more stories about having this beautiful young lady as our Mama/Momma.

How well did she care for my sister? Eleven years and two days without bedsores. Physical therapy. Cognitive therapy. My sister could hear. Momma Hen and her chick are the inspiration for Three Blinks. Momma Hen taught her injured chick to communicate. One blink for no, two blinks for yes.

So, one day Momma Hen notices her chick is blinking three times. It’s not random, it’s deliberate. She says, “Baby, are you trying to tell me something?” My sister blinks twice for yes. Momma Hen says, “Give Momma some time to think about what you’re saying.” Later that day it comes to her. “Baby, are you telling your Momma ‘I love you?'” My sister blinks twice. “Yes.” I say that’s superb accomplishment for a Momma Hen and her brain damaged Baby.

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