Saturday, July 15, 2017

Thoughts About Abortion - updated

Thoughts About Abortion 

    I had someone say to me, in an email, something that struck my heart. They said that I could never wash my hands of what "Planned Parenthood" has done and asked me to make a donation. I wasn't for sure if they were talking to me, but it made me feel as though "Planned Parenthood" had used something I had written to help them raise money for abortion. I have said from the get go, that I would not support abortion nor did I want anything of mine to help them raise money for it. 
   I've thought about this many times and asked myself, "Will God be able to wash his hands of what others do if they misuse His Word?" ( the bible). God will not answer for any of what we do, we will be held accountable for how we misuse God's Word. The same with anything I have written. If others have misused anything that I have written, if they tried to change it into something ugly. (evil,dirty,) That's not my fault, that's injury against me and also to God. 

Susan Y Nikitenko 
July 15th, 2017

Other Thoughts
I've gone through some interesting things, things I've never encountered in my entire life.  This may sound like a Halloween story because it was something that
happened, believe it or not, just before Halloween.  I was painting the chicken coop bright red and also the rocking chair which I was restoring.  I was using a white sheet that had already been slightly paint stained.  I was cleaning up, but the sheet I left laying to dry.  I was thinking if someone saw this they might think it was blood.  I looked at my hands and I looked at the sheet and a feeling of horror
went through my heart. I wept as I looked at the red on my hands.  A strong feeling of guilt rushed through me like I've never felt and I began to cry.   As tears ran down my face, I shook , as I prayed. "Dear God, do I have blood on my hands"? I repeated it over and over in my tears.  I was alone, and no one could understand.    I was
blaming myself for many things.  I was heartbroken but could not seem to speak of it. 
Many things whether real or imagined, but either way they were very upsetting.
I was blaming myself for some things that had come to pass.  This was brought about because of many things I have held inside my heart for a very long time.  

I bundled up the red stained sheet and put it inside an old fashioned pot setting
outside on our shed porch and put a lid on it.  I was able to wash all the red off my hands.
I could not keep blaming myself for something other people caused.

Maybe God was telling me to stop blaming myself because that's what I did.  I stopped blaming myself.  Maybe God was restoring something broken in me.

Susan Y Nikitenko 
July 15th, 2017

Ephesians 1:4

According as he hath chosen us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before him in love:


A Wandering Alzheimer's Patient

A Wandering Alzheimer's Patient 

I can not remember how long ago this was exactly but within the last seven years or so, 
I noticed an old man walking from the hospital.  He walked towards our home and across the street.
He wandered into the neighbor's yard. Our neighbors were not at home. I never went into our neighbor's yard when they were not at home.   I called to him
and asked him if everything was okay.  I went into the neighbors yard because the man seemed confused.  I noticed He was wearing a tag that said alzheimer's, but because I saw where he wandered from I decided to bring him back to the hospital.  I told him to come with me and he listened.
I held my arm out and asked him to wait until it was safe to cross.  

We safely crossed the street and I lead him to the hospital.  We went into the hospital door but there was no one at the visitor's desk.  
I tried to use the phone for information but I couldn't get it to work.  So I called out loudly asking for some help.  "Could someone please help me, there is no one at the visitor's desk!"  People came from there offices, one man seemed shocked by me, almost fearful.  I guess I came across as very demanding. I just knew they needed to know someone had wandered from the hospital, it could of been devastating.  They could of been doctors for all I know.  I told them the man had wandered from the hospital and someone there needed to contact his family.  The last thing that I remembered is that I told the man goodbye and that I would be praying for him.  

I've heard many stories of people with  alzheimers who wander into the woods and die there because they can not find their way home.  God must of meant for me to be here to stop him from going into the woods.  I've often wondered why God has put us here where we live.  Maybe it was one of the reasons.

Susan Y Nikitenko
July 8th, 2017

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