All my life I’ve been clinging to the hope of God and His existence. Deep down I am fully aware that there is something greater than myself; than all of us; alive and in control of this infinite universe. Death has had its fair grip on me for decades; what will it be like, how much pain, and will I still exist afterwards? I believe in a God that is omnipotent and unending. As a child I’d play church(not too many kids out there playing church, I imagine). We had this half-shell knick knack with Jesus on the cross attached to it and I’d put water in the shell and pretend it was holy water, dabbing it onto my forehead just like I saw my parents and others do in the Catholic church we attended.
Having Aspergers, I just felt closer to the existence of some higher power; something or someone I could look up to and have a sense of peace over. I’ve read somewhere women with Aspergers have a unique pull to the divine. I have a thirst for Truth, to know wrong from right, to understand others and what they are going through. I want to grasp why some people are good and others are seen as evil. What turns a person from light to darkness? What snaps inside?
Peace within is a blessing. But when we seek answers from an almighty Being, we expect answers, and fast. We don’t want to wait. From experience there were, and still are, frustrating circumstances in my life that needle the flesh. Why does this person act this way? Why don’t I feel closer to the ones I love? Why do I keep getting rejected in places that preach about love and acceptance? My ear is attuned to his anticipated reply. But I cannot sense any forthcoming. Then the fear and doubts set in. Is God truly out there? Does he even care about me and my concerns? Now I’m drawing into myself again. I’m screaming within, Help me, God! Why aren’t you listening? Do you even love me?
As a believer, fear of God no longer loving you is like a baseball bat to the face. It’s like trying to breathe underwater. Crying helps, a bit. But after the tears, the cursing(yes, the cursing), the pleading, I can take a deep breath and refocus. Peace surrounds me once again. God isn’t intimidated by your little outbursts. He knows you intimately since he created you. His love for you is eternal. When God is silent, I believe he is testing us and our faith. Do we trust in him or not? He swoops in to rescue us and our dwindling faith.
He is good and merciful to his children, and knows us all by name. God has not abandoned you but continually longs to have a place in our hearts and thoughts. Talk to him today. He is waiting.
Okay, here’s a topic which most of us are uncomfortable discussing. And for good reason; who wants to talk about their own death? But the conclusion that I’ve come to is: I don’t want a wake or funeral. As an Aspie and an Introvert, I do not want people looking at me and saying inane things like, “Doesn’t she look like she’s just sleeping?” or “What a nice job they did on her makeup.” I don’t have anything against anyone who wants these things, but it’s not for me. Are you listening, my dear family?
There’s something highly uncomfortable about friends and family standing around me, commenting on my appearance and reminiscing about my life. Can you just throw one big celebration party and leave it at that? Please? No open coffin. No crying. No expensive coffins. None. Zilch. Zip. Nada. I don’t want people crying over me. As a believer, I don’t think that death is the end. That my spirit will live on. When I was a child, the thought of death terrified me to the point that I had trouble falling asleep. I thought about the blackness of the grave. About no thoughts and dreams. No more existence. But I don’t dwell on those thoughts because I feel that death is not the end. Okay, enough of that.
Anyway, I had this as an on-going conversation with a Facebook group. And there were plenty of responses. We need to think about our death sometimes. Because in so doing we learn to appreciate the little things in life; sunrises and sunsets, puppies and kittens, and the contagious laughter of little children. There are other things important in life, of course, but my point is we only have a certain amount of days on this earth and that we need to treasure each one. And make time for family and friends. We don’t know how much time they have either. The sad reality is that there are too many people out there who live with regret because they couldn’t or didn’t find time to spend with the ones they loved.
So there you have it. Do not waste any money on me, family. Remember the good times, have one hell of a party, and please don’t cry. Where I believe I’m going is a far, far better place. What do you all believe about death?
So here I am, waiting. Waiting for all my background and driving checks to come back to my new job so they can make sure that I am safe. Safe to enter into a stranger’s home and provide care for them. I’m waiting.
I have been busy reading my training guides and learning online different ways to help seniors. I’ve also been contemplating whether to go to college and get my nurse’s assistant certification. My husband says I should wait and see if I actually like the job first before I commit to schooling. I know that he’s right but I just want to jump right in and get it done.
I’m looking forward to helping someone. I’ve always felt called to help others and here is my chance. A chance to make a difference in someone else’s life. I hope and pray that I will do a good job for my clients and that they like me. It’s important to me that we can bond. But with that bond comes the heartache when that senior passes on.
I’m ready, though, to begin this new chapter in my life. Pray for me for wisdom and for strength and patience. Just have to wait and see when I am called up to serve a client. Waiting is hard.