I think it's important for you to understand I'm just a simple woman who happened to have been given an extraordinary task!! So I'll begin introducing my family to you....starting, of course, with ME. ................. I've been happily married to the same man since December 23, 1975. My husband, Jim, and I had three daughters who grew up and gave us nine (yes, NINE) grandchildren.....five girls and four boys......who you'll get to know later.....if you decide you want to, that is.... ummmmmmm.......I came from a large family....four sisters and five brothers....I'd have to stop and do some serious counting to tell you how many nieces and nephews I have!!!! ......I love my God above all and my family next!! I appreciate more than ever the wonderful friends I've met along life's way.. FINALLY.......all I really want out of life now is to find God's perfect will for me and JUST DO IT!! I never planned to be a Mom again....this is just the way it turned out........My daughter needed help, seeing she had two older children and Jimma was truly a 24/7 baby.... Iam now trying desperately to find God's perfect will in my life....my life MUST count for HIM!!.....sooo. I stumble along...trying to find where it is my feet will take me now............. ok...enough for now, I think.......
A DREAM OF PENCILS...
Posted by Kathryn Hall Cape on Thursday, January 5, 2012
Under: DREAM
Posted by Kathryn Hall Cape on Tuesday, March 8, 2011
A DREAM..Saturday, Feb. 19, 2011
I was having much trouble sleeping..due to pain, both mentally and physically. Finally, about six o’clock, I fell asleep….and dreamed…
I was in a strange place….hilly…with strangers surrounding me…languages were being spoken that I couldn’t understand. Someone told me that my Jimma had died and had been buried somewhere amid the hills. I began feverishly searching…..I came to myself digging in a very dry area….dust so thick it seemed hard to breath. I thought I saw my baby and reached down to pick her up….What I thought to be Jimma turned into a cardboard figure…and crumbled. I began crying….searching….asking along the way…whoever would listen….where is my angel?….what am I to do? …..I then came to a place that was very muddy. I sank into the mud…up to my ankles….up to my knees….as I dug deeper into the mire to find where it was my Jimma was buried. Again, I looked around me….shoulder weighed heavily….so hard to breath….the weight of needing to know was so great. Sad…dejected….I looked around me at the rolling hills. Where I stood was red dirt … afar off … I saw green grass .. And strangers….
I began to walk away….and then I heard “Mommy”. I turned to see her…..running to catch up to me. I said, ‘Jimma…Oh…there you are, baby!!!’ She was soo beautiful!! Her face shone bright….her curly locks pulled up in pony tails the way I used to fix it for her. Her honey colored hair shone as though each strand was brushed with sunshine. In her hands, she held a pretty container. In the container was pencils….with flowers .. Whether placed randomly or growing from the container, I do not know…but the flowers made me think of a bouquet …not midst the pencils….but…a bouquet of flowers with pencils. She said, ‘Mommy, here are your pencils!’….I knelt down…picked up a pencil .. Then another .. Tossing them and said, ‘But, baby, these aren’t my pencils’…..She said, ‘Mommy, here are your pencils’….‘these are your pencils’………..
A DREAM..Saturday, Feb. 19, 2011
I was having much trouble sleeping..due to pain, both mentally and physically. Finally, about six o’clock, I fell asleep….and dreamed…
I was in a strange place….hilly…with strangers surrounding me…languages were being spoken that I couldn’t understand. Someone told me that my Jimma had died and had been buried somewhere amid the hills. I began feverishly searching…..I came to myself digging in a very dry area….dust so thick it seemed hard to breath. I thought I saw my baby and reached down to pick her up….What I thought to be Jimma turned into a cardboard figure…and crumbled. I began crying….searching….asking along the way…whoever would listen….where is my angel?….what am I to do? …..I then came to a place that was very muddy. I sank into the mud…up to my ankles….up to my knees….as I dug deeper into the mire to find where it was my Jimma was buried. Again, I looked around me….shoulder weighed heavily….so hard to breath….the weight of needing to know was so great. Sad…dejected….I looked around me at the rolling hills. Where I stood was red dirt … afar off … I saw green grass .. And strangers….
I began to walk away….and then I heard “Mommy”. I turned to see her…..running to catch up to me. I said, ‘Jimma…Oh…there you are, baby!!!’ She was soo beautiful!! Her face shone bright….her curly locks pulled up in pony tails the way I used to fix it for her. Her honey colored hair shone as though each strand was brushed with sunshine. In her hands, she held a pretty container. In the container was pencils….with flowers .. Whether placed randomly or growing from the container, I do not know…but the flowers made me think of a bouquet …not midst the pencils….but…a bouquet of flowers with pencils. She said, ‘Mommy, here are your pencils!’….I knelt down…picked up a pencil .. Then another .. Tossing them and said, ‘But, baby, these aren’t my pencils’…..She said, ‘Mommy, here are your pencils’….‘these are your pencils’………..
In : DREAM
