Frankly, I have been “too busy” to take pictures. Look at the numerous things I have moved from a neighboring apartment. A friend has been forced to seek a location where there are fewer costs (smaller quarters, no kitchen). ~~
This retirement facility has new owners and (IMHO) they don’t give a hoot for the folks who live here. “They” aggravated me last month (raised my rent 15%) and I began to research another location for myself. ~~ May and June have experienced nine “move out”—folks that I know. How many moved that I don’t know? ~~ Three are moving in July—folks that I know. How many… that I don’t know? ~~
The thought of a move was very stressful. I’ve talked (on the phone) to Timbercrest in North Manchester, Wabash County, Indiana. I know the retirement community very well from visits with cousins while I was doing genealogy “the old-fashioned way” (1980s, 1990s, and early 2000s). The costs are less and there is no waiting period. Repeat: The thought of a move was very stressful. The thought of (1) leaving a doctor that I love, (2) re–registering my car in another state, (3) get a driver’s license in another state, and (4) the physical cost to move from Texas to Indiana. “Oh Lord, what should I do?”
Walking down the corridor, a couple of days ago, en route to breakfast, I had an epiphany. I have a ministry here; I’ve had confirmation (over the months) that God, my Heavenly Father, wants me here. I cannot exercise “my will” and leave this mission field for the comfort of a Christian organization that gives outstanding care to their residents.



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