The Unexpected

I have mentioned numerous times in the past, the importance of always being ready for the unexpected.  Roll with the punches, respond showing Jesus' love and concern, and always remember He will be with you throughout all - even to the end!

And, oh man, I got clobbered last Wednesday!
The first three hours of the day would have been enough to make ANYONE just plain give up and go back to bed!
Then I was violently ill as the day wore on.  I think I might have poisoned myself with the chemicals used to clean the bridge I am to paint one day.
And then, Satan attacked.  Kris' walls were down, I had nothing left: physically, emotionally nor mentally for that matter.

Then, Gaelic Girl made a special guest appearance in the afternoon!  Just popping in to trash me good.  Apparently I am incapable of even breathing correctly and needed a sound thrashing.  I gave up long ago ever trying to please her, she is a malcontent whose only pleasure is in apparently attacking others - I am not the only one to weather her rampages.

And I held the line, requiring respect from her if she had anything to say - and - oh by the way, she might even want to think on gratitude.  Lord, knows - I do a ton for her and get nothing but criticism in return.  Never even a single thank you!

KABOOM!  she stormed off to rip the head off my voodoo doll again.
I am beyond caring.
I sat back to see what was new on FaceBook.

Of course, nothing is ever new on FB - just requests to forward dumb bunny posts to prove I love Jesus, or to comment that some beautiful face is a beautiful person (completely opposite statements, but that is the mentality these days!) and the one I really love - "If you are my friend ....."!

I went to messages, hoping for a message that will never be there.  That is how it is with the past - you are not important enough to remember.  But there was one message from someone whom is not a FB friend.  Well, I do get notes rarely from a kid in Peru and one in Addas Abba (?).  So, I accepted it ...

Back in 2012, I had a message from FB telling me I had three people inquiring about me.  So, I bit and up popped three names of long past friends ...  I was quite surprised!  One I replied to instantly and never heard back from, one became my friend - but then dropped me when she found a guy, and the third ...

Yeah, what to do with a friendship that had been real and then poof, nothing?  It died due to distance and time.  And I prayed about what to do.  2012 was a horrible year and it was the most fantastic year.  I got to see God working, I also got to see Satan in all its might crushing people I respected and had counted as family.  And I was taking so many hits, from so many directions, so fast, I had to just sit back on this message thingy ...

I did drop a note eventually and said "Hi", but years were to pass.  I figured it was just a fluke, maybe just wondered if I was still alive, or where I lived?

And, Wednesday, Kris is on his lips beaten to pulp by GG - again questioning as to why I am even here - honestly, why do I even bother with life?
 Seriously!
And there, Wednesday, in the messages section, was a very old friend querying how i was!
A God thing to encourage me? Maybe.  Timing is rarely by coincidence.

So, recovering a friendship is always good.
Someone whom does not trash me regularly will be nice.
And I hope it is of some value to them as well?
Doubt I will ever meet up with them, as my profile picture shows - I am still in mourning of life's inequalities.
And, as I have learned, a broken Kris is neither convenient nor impressive to anyone ...