Why is it Cold in Here?

First I want to thank everyone so much for your kind and loving comments to me about my granddaughter. I felt better as soon as I read them. I was very emotional this morning and you all helped me through it.

I've never done three posts in one day, but I want to have an amusing story as my last post today.

I was sitting in the living room this morning using my laptop. The room was getting colder so I put a sweater on. It was below zero outside and it kept getting colder and colder. Finally, I turned on the oven, set it at 350 degrees and left the door ajar. It got warmer and I was happy.

I needed something from Christine's place (she lives above me) so I walked out the laundry room to the hallway and there was the front door - wide open! No wonder it was cold.

I shut the door and locked it and I knew who had opened it: the cat named November. If someone shuts the door lightly, he paws at it until it opens so he can go outside. We haven't let the cats out for days because it has been too cold. Well, they were both out there now!

They came back in about an hour later and I told November what I thought of his ingenuity.

I made oatmeal cookies for my hubby today. The batter looked dry so I added an extra egg. I baked a few to see if it would work, but no, they were too runny with the extra egg so I added extra oatmeal and they turned out fine. More than fine, they were delicious! So, it's been a good day and I'm feeling much better thanks to you my dear friends. Love you all.

Sharing My Sorrow.

I don't usually write sad and serious things on my blog, but my granddaughter Faith and I had a conversation yesterday that hurt my heart. She has told me before I can write about her illness.

She has Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder and has since she was four years old. She is now fourteen. The doctors said she may get better when she turned 12 or 13 and she did. She isn't cured by any means, but she doesn't panic quite as much as she used to.

There is a close friend of the family who now has symptoms of this disorder. Faith has been asked to talk with him and help him.

Faith said to me, "I don't know what I'm going to say. That it was hell for 7 years? That you think about suicide a lot?"

 I was devastated to hear this. She has never told us she was suicidal all those years. My heart feels broken and tears are falling as I type this. My first thought is, "Why do some people suffer so much more than others?" I know they say we can only become good people through suffering; is that why? Are some people chosen to be special in this world?

My family has been through some serious suffering the last few years. There have been many tears, but also times of great joy. All I can think is that if we were happy and content in this world then we would feel no need for God.

 I guess suffering helps us fall out of love with this world. When my grandson Craig died his mother told me, "I don't care anything about this world any more. I only care about being in heaven with Craig and Jordan."