
Angel On My Patio 2022
Hey, Y’all!
This blog post entry, I started earlier this month. I am going to bring it up to date because I cannot let it go unfinished. I am still editing this blog post entry as late as a day before this month’s last day.
While celebrations are usually defined as happy occasions, some are bitter-sweet. Some anniversaries are just sad. The latest mark on the calendar is one that is bitter-sweet.
I have felt a whole gamut of emotions. My life is both different and the same. I named the weekend of July 4th, as my Independence Day a couple of years ago. I was released from a skilled- rehabilitation unit.
I have signed 8 leases in total, since moving to these apartments. I moved once as a condition of my being released from the rehabilitation unit, securing a street-level apartment. I have made it my home.
My life got better, it got worse, and now it is better again.
However, it is spiritual and takes believing God exists especially when things are beyond our control. We scream out in fear, wanting control. The heart pounds heavy. The tears seem endless. The realization comes to us that we are dependent upon prayers and faith.
This is not unlike my last post that it takes friends, family, God, hope, love, faith, prayers, meditation, forgiveness, and letting go. It all works together with balance and checks.
Real recovery is taking steps to be freed from a seemingly hopeless state of mind and body. It does not happen without a spiritual experience.
For me, the spiritual part only began after finding gratitude. Without gratitude, we have no hope.
One thing is for sure, as my grandma would say, “The sun will rise again in the morning.” My grandma said this was hope, and that we always have hope because Jesus lives in our hearts.
One more important thing my grandma said was when I was mad that it was okay, I was mad. “You will get glad in the same pants you got mad in.” I did not always listen to my grandma especially when she told me I needed to make things right. She was usually referring to making things right with my dad.
It would take a long time to follow that advice. Eventually, grace and mercy would come into the picture to change things. I take that back. Grace and mercy have always been in the picture, rather it has taken a bit for it to be acknowledged by changing and making things right.
Some things I have not been able to make right. Thank goodness for forgiveness.
While I needed forgiveness it has been just as important, I forgive as well to let go of that which holds me back and it is the only way to heal. If something pops up to drudge up old feelings, I must repeat the process. To forgive is a most holy moment of setting me free.
I need reminders often that always it is my job to forgive now since much has been forgiven of me. Unforgiveness makes me stay sick and stuck.
I must remember this with all people. All means all.
A calendar of anniversaries has taught me a lot about life. Every day you must be thankful for the experience.
Today as I close, I will miss my grandma forever on this side of Heaven. But I have the hope of seeing her again on the other side.
Romans 14:8 (ESV)
8 For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.
Thanks for reading!
This has been another blog post entry by Boxcar Mike, over and out!
God Bless Y’all, Everybody!








