R's rue

Travelodge, Wood Green I have scheduled this blogpost to auto-publish at 11.30pm on Thursday. This is because I am not at home. This is what I predict happened... At ten o'clock I jumped in my daughter Frances's blue car. Together, we headed down the M1 motorway to Wood Green, London. Without stops, this journey should have taken about three hours and twenty minutes. We picked up a key for her old flat - the one she bought with Stewart in 2017. We went inside and checked out the state of the old place. It is currently unoccupied. There is a heartbreaking saga to be told about its recent history and this involves the local council for the  Haringey district of London. It is a long and complicated tale that I will not bore you with right now. It has involved tears and official communications and broken promises and money and the business is still not resolved. It concerns several other homeowners in the neighbourhood. Let me just say it is all quite scandalous and wrong. W...

 I never thought yesterday’s post would resonate. That’s why this writer is just writing. I’m giving you all of me.  Surrender means what God can do with my meager means in each way. I’m just to be led, and then let Him work miracles. Maybe the miracle in me is that I quit seeking worldly desires, and He will give me exactly what I seek.  Man is flawed. Deeply, deeply flawed, and yet so loved. In the past few days, I’ve seen the depths of sadness, pain, hurt and joy all together. Your status or accomplishments mean nothing if you don’t love. My accomplishments will not be remembered,  but the depth of love that comes from my heart will.  Love yourself and one another from R's rue https://ift.tt/kbFQVRv