If you have read Life with Lynnie (LwL) lately, you'll know that I recently went to visit my cousin in Lake Havasu City, Arizona, USA.
However, before I get around to telling you about this, there is something else I must let you know.
On July 24th, I went on a road trip. The main reason was due to the fact that I had made an investment, with friends of mine who live in Milton, Ontario and needed to ensure that paperwork and other necessities reached them, safely.
So, off I went.
Knowing that I was heading up to that neck of the woods, I also decided to visit with a friend of mine, in Brampton. So, I went there, first.
My visit with I was wonderful! I truly enjoyed seeing her, again. After all, we had been friends since we were 13 years old!
When my ex-partner in real estate C, who lives here in Windsor, heard that I was heading to Brampton, he thought it would be great to meet for coffee. So, I made arrangements to do this, too. But, things turned out a little different than I originally expected.
You see, on Father's Day weekend, knowing he had finished radiation treatments, his daughter insisted he return with her to her home in Bolton, instead of being alone at his home, here in Windsor. Off he went!
Knowing he is a dialysis patient, they both thought it wouldn't be difficult to have him receive dialysis, in his daughter's area. But, they were wrong. It was.
In fact, C ended up having to spend about six (6) weeks in Brampton Civic Hospital, as an inpatient. A couple of days before I was due to visit him there, he was discharged and went to his daughter's home, returning to the hospital when he was scheduled for dialysis.
So, instead of visiting him at the hospital in Brampton, I picked him up in Bolton, at his daughter's home.
Driving to and through Brampton, I showed C various places I had memories about. Where I lived, went to school, worshipped, worked, and the intersection where the truck hit the school bus I was driving and changed my life, were just a few of the places we drove by.
After having something to eat together, I dropped him off at the hospital, for his dialysis treatment. His daughter planned to pick him up, after he was finished there, so I drove to another place.
There, I did the same thing. I drove by places that I had memories about.
I visited my parents' grave at the cemetery where they are buried. And, I drove by my parents' home, where I had lived with them, when I was young.
Then, it was off to Milton. My friends, H & N and I had a great visit, after completing the work we had planned to do.
Although I had hoped to just drive home to Windsor late in the evening, I found I was exhausted. It didn't take much coaxing on their part to make me stay overnight.
In the morning, we had a short visit. Then, I headed home.
While driving, I reflected on something my friend C had said to me, just before I dropped him off at the hospital, when I saw him the day before. He had mentioned that I had probably fulfilled one item off my bucket list.
My bucket list? I hadn't thought about anything like that, until he had made that remark.
But, as I drove and reflected, I realized that he was probably right.
After all, I did not know then, and neither do I know now, whether it is God's will to heal me, or take me home. Only God knows His plan for me and my life.
Just as He told us in Jeremiah 29:11, "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end."
While it can be difficult at times not knowing what God's plan is for my life, I have elected to trust Him.
And, do things I want and/or need to do, in case I were to become too ill to do them. I must admit that I didn't get to do everything I would like to have done.
But, I am grateful for being able to accomplish the things I managed to do. Especially, since I truly do not have all that much energy, these days.
I know that without His help, I could not have done this, at all.
Thank You, Lord. Thank You, for helping me. And, providing for me. Just, as you always do.
Until next time...
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