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Post by Susan Peabody on May 1, 2024 18:15:29 GMT -8
May 1, 2024 Dear Shirley I am writing this, so you have something for posterity to remember me by when I am home with my Beloved Savior. Now and then God introduces you to someone who starts out as an acquaintance and turns out to be the best friend you never had while growing up. That was you. I remember our first meeting. You were so appreciative of the work I had put into LAA and I was so grateful—then and now. Then you helped me turn a very small organization into what it is today. When things went sour with LAA, you stood by me all the way. I want to thank you for this. It is rare to find someone who loves you unconditionally and you were the first to do so. You even loved me when I turned on you because of my BPD. I will never forget that. Wherever I go I will be with you in spirit. I am going to sign up to be your guardian angel—with wings. LOL Last year you left the nest and went flying to find your true calling. You are going to be a wonderful Wounded Healer. I know this. Trust me. Stay on your path. I know sometimes you get lonely and I want to share a secret with you. Some loneliness can subside when you have friends. Some loneliness can be abated by loving yourself. But there is one kind of loneliness that can only be satisfied by a personal relationship with God and his Son Jesus Christ. I hope you someday you discover the joy of a spiritual relationship like this. I am not going anywhere for now, but I wanted to tell you these things in case I get hit by a truck. Just kidding. In summary, I want to say, “I love you my dear friend, and I am very grateful God put you in my life. Susan Peabody Attachments:
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Post by Susan Peabody on May 1, 2024 18:38:27 GMT -8
April 6, 2024 My dear friend Vince: I am sitting here ruminating on our visit day. I am overflowing with gratitude for God putting you in my life. I bonded with you years ago because of an act of kindness on your part. I knew intuitively that you were a kindred spirit. Out of this union with you came a relationship with Ryan, Lisa, Goya and all of your family even though I do not know all of them. They have become my imaginary extended family because most of my family have passed on. God works in mysterious ways, his wonders to behold. When we were children, we learned very quickly the value of love. Either because we got it, or we didn’t. You and I got enough to keep our goodness intact, but not enough that we do not feel wounded. But along with our wounds comes our healing, our ministry, our peace of mind, and our intimacy with God. I hope to be alive when your faith in God becomes your faith in Christ, but that is only the icing on the cake. You are enjoying a relationship with him whether you are full of doubt or not. In this life we begin with suffering as our Lord suffered on the cross. Then we are saved. Then we pass it on. You and I are both on stage three. We are sharing the gifts of the Spirit bestowed on us. I am intuitive and see the relationship between the past, present and future. I can see your past and weep for you. I see your present and beam with pride. I can see your future with your students passing on to them what God has bestowed upon you—the gift of self-awareness, teaching, parenthood, and so much compassion for others. I am writing this so you can have it for posterity. Just so you know, during your dark times, that you are loved. And there will be dark times for you and the world around you. There is no way to make sense of a world of good and toxic. We must just make the best of it. Perhaps God will explain things when we get to heaven. Well, to make a long story short. I love you. Your friend, Susan Peabody Attachments:
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Post by Susan Peabody on May 1, 2024 18:40:15 GMT -8
April 6, 2024 My dear son Karl: I am sitting here ruminating about you. I am overflowing with gratitude for God putting you in my life. Out of this union with you came a relationship God because you were a gift from him. God works in mysterious ways, his wonders to behold. When we are children, we learn very quickly the value of love. Either because we got it or we didn’t. You and I got enough to keep our goodness intact, but not enough that we do not feel wounded. But along with our wounds comes our healing, our ministry, our peace of mind, and our intimacy with God. In this life we begin with suffering as our Lord suffered on the cross. Then we are saved. Then we pass it on. You and I are both on stage three. We are sharing the gifts of the Spirit bestowed on us. I am intuitive and see the relationship between the past, present and future. I can see your past and weep for you. I see your present and beam with pride. I can see your future with you passing on what God has bestowed upon you. The gift of self-awareness, writing, teaching, and so much compassion for others. I am writing this so you can have it for posterity. Just so you know, during your dark times, that you are loved. And there will be dark times for you and the world around you. There is no way to make sense of a world of good and toxic. We must just make the best of it. Perhaps God will explain things when we get to heaven. Well, to make a long story short. I love you. Your mom, Susan Peabody Attachments:
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Post by Susan Peabody on May 3, 2024 10:32:42 GMT -8
May 1, 2024 Dear Ryan: When my husband, Frank Samuels, was on his death bed, he said to your father Vince, “Take care of my girl.” When I heard this I cried. A week after the funeral Vince started taking me out for coffee once a weak. You were his driver. At first I did not pay much attention to you because you waited in the car while Vince and I had coffee. I remember thinking what a kind and patient person you were to do this. Soon, I invited you to join us and that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. As I got to know you I was even more impressed. You were only twenty-four years old and yet you had a maturity beyond your years. From that point we went on trips and drives in the country. You also took me on errands without complaint. I am so grateful At some point I told you the story of how I became estranged from my granddaughters. You were so kind and sympathetic that I blurted out, “Can I adopt you?” You agreed and this is when I decided that you were a gift from God. This is why I decided to dedicate my memoirs, God Stories, to you. With my own children I tried to give them advice and often they were less than enthusiastic, but you were always eager to hear what I had to say and were very enthusiastic. This warmed my heart and began to heal many old wounds. As I write these words, I can imagine your future as someone who cares deeply for others. I see you as a nurse or paramedic. Only God knows for sure. Just let your budding faith blossom and be yourself. You, are a gift to the world and I am happy we got to be friends. Your friend, Susan Peabody Attachments:
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