Prayers, Please And True Friends

3/21/25

Good Day Good Person –

Are you a pray-er? I have an urgent request and I’m hoping you’ll help with this situation.

My beloved Mighty Mouse, the friend who has become my ninety-four year old English Mum, had a fall today and could use some intercession. Actually, it’s more like, I want her to have healing intercession; I don’t want to see her life limited anymore than it already is.  

Just a couple of months ago we created a verbal contract wherein she agreed she wouldn’t leave this realm until she could celebrate when something specific happened in my life, and it hasn’t happened yet. 

So you see, she has to stay and be able to celebrate, too.

To be honest I don’t know how dire her situation is, just heard how tired and kinda defeated she sounded when she left a message earlier today saying she’d been taken somewhere for more care. I haven’t gotten back to her yet because I figure she needs to rest.

I’m really hoping and praying that when I talk with her we’ll be laughing again and this will just be a blip in her impressive life.  (Please, God?)

She’s someone who knows as much about me as anyone can (and vice versa) in only about ten years. In spite of the PTSD and DID reactions and the times earlier in our relationship when I tried to push her away because of the attachment disorder issues, she not only never let me go, she’s also always been accepting of me as I was in any phase of this healing journey.  She’s even frequently told me what a blessing I am for her! 

I can never tell her enough what a blessing she is for me, and how appreciative I am of her. I actually love it when I get to do anything for her because she’s taught me how to love in a reciprocal way. If you’ve read more than two or three of these posts you’d know what a ‘Holy Grail’ that’s been for me.

She’s the person I laugh with the most, and it’s always at ourselves.

At the beginning of the week we went to a funeral to support a lady, ‘B’ we both adore. It worked out perfectly because neither one of us could stay for the service so we were just there long enough for B to see Mighty Mouse. Was so glad we did that because B was so very comforted and appreciative of seeing her.

So MM has to stay healthy for quite some time for her, too. 

What’s unfortunate though is one of our greater sources of humor is MM is blind and I’m not the best ‘leader person for the blind’. I appear to be capable of assisting in only one way when trying to guide her; either watching the ground so she doesn’t trip, or keeping an eye on her other side so she doesn’t run into solid surfaces. 

On the way into the church she had to walk across grass, an uneven sidewalk, then up 7 or 8 steps and she never tripped. However, we then had to go through a narrow doorway, down the aisle and through a second doorway.

I have no idea how many times her left side a hit door frame or pew so we were trying not to laugh at my ineptitude, but after the umpteenth time I leaned down to (hopefully) quietly whisper in her ear, “I’ll pay you a dollar for every bruise you end up with”. She quickly responded with “Is that all you’re paying me? Shouldn’t it be more by now?” 

It was such a respectfully quiet, solemn and mourning room and then there we were. I honestly expected someone to ask us to leave, and rightfully so.  

A couple of weeks ago I read something about if you have two or three people in your life who you can be your real self with, truly trust and can count on even when your back is turned, then you’re richly blessed. I was in such a snarly, sniveling mood I hard a time coming up with two – Mighty Mouse being one of them, of course. 

Yesterday when I was writing a gratitude list, per usual MM was on it, and then was able to acknowledge 5 or 6 other people who fit the ‘truly trustworthy’ list. 

It’s the first time I’ve ever felt: “My cup runneth over.”  

Thank You, God. †

I pray you, too, can acknowledge those who genuinely have your back, including yourself. 

Amen. †