Flooding
I haven't "flooded" in a while, maybe even a month... who knows for sure, time and I seem to be incompatible at best. But anyway, I flooded this evening as I prepared to attend my last meeting with the Wednesday Night Bible Study ladies.
I was looking for my sunglasses, had just found my book and had it in my right hand. My purse was on a table in front of me along with the boxed study videos I was taking. Richard was talking with me but I can't remember about what. He usually helps me remember and gather whatever I need when I go out. So far, I was doing fine...
Then my sweet husband handed my a twenty dollar bill so I would have money for my doctor trip tomorrow (just as he always does)... one too many things for my brain to deal with, I guess. I sat there unable to comprehend what to do with the book and the bill and totally beyond understanding or processing Richard's words or the situation in general. Some part of me knows I need to do or say something, but I can't imagine what. My synapses have no spark; my thoughts are mired in molasses or tar and I am stranded in the moment.
Richard knows to stop giving input. He is quiet as he gently takes the money from me and puts it in my wallet. Then he takes the book and puts it with the tapes and lets my brain regain function before he helps me find my sunglasses... He makes sure I am functional before I head off to my meeting. I have flooded, but recovery is fairly quick and I am now safe to drive.
Flooding used to frighten me. I thought of all that might happen during times when my brain quits processing. But I have flooded numerous times during the past 20 months and the worst thing that I've gone through is a car wash with my window down. In fact, now other folks are more upset by my flooding than I am. Oh sure, I hate it, but I also know God is in control and He takes very good care of me even when He sees fit for me to undergo some lessons in learning to trust Him more.
I also notice the Lord's sense of humor. Some pretty funny things have happened in my life since my brain doesn't operate like it used to... but it's late now and those stories must await another time... AWAT
I was looking for my sunglasses, had just found my book and had it in my right hand. My purse was on a table in front of me along with the boxed study videos I was taking. Richard was talking with me but I can't remember about what. He usually helps me remember and gather whatever I need when I go out. So far, I was doing fine...
Then my sweet husband handed my a twenty dollar bill so I would have money for my doctor trip tomorrow (just as he always does)... one too many things for my brain to deal with, I guess. I sat there unable to comprehend what to do with the book and the bill and totally beyond understanding or processing Richard's words or the situation in general. Some part of me knows I need to do or say something, but I can't imagine what. My synapses have no spark; my thoughts are mired in molasses or tar and I am stranded in the moment.
Richard knows to stop giving input. He is quiet as he gently takes the money from me and puts it in my wallet. Then he takes the book and puts it with the tapes and lets my brain regain function before he helps me find my sunglasses... He makes sure I am functional before I head off to my meeting. I have flooded, but recovery is fairly quick and I am now safe to drive.
Flooding used to frighten me. I thought of all that might happen during times when my brain quits processing. But I have flooded numerous times during the past 20 months and the worst thing that I've gone through is a car wash with my window down. In fact, now other folks are more upset by my flooding than I am. Oh sure, I hate it, but I also know God is in control and He takes very good care of me even when He sees fit for me to undergo some lessons in learning to trust Him more.
I also notice the Lord's sense of humor. Some pretty funny things have happened in my life since my brain doesn't operate like it used to... but it's late now and those stories must await another time... AWAT
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