05/02/2026
Balance
50/50 or in equivalents of
retain and maintain you compromise not compromised
apologies are meaningless if change is not implemented
Screaming is action that doesn't speak
actions speak from your heart
many a true word spoken is spoken in jest
lies move easily over the lips if it's truth you seek find a notepad
where we are is a culmination of our actions, consequences and accountability
you show me how to treat you
you teach me with my behavior
I know what I mean to you by what you remember & forget
exceptions are costly how much can I afford
I matter to me
I want to grow positivity
I want to work towards betterment
I wanted you to want me too you say you do but only when you're naked otherwise I'm alone
I want to be a we
liked as much by you as I like me
you are involved in things I know nothing of I would have liked to learn your ventures from you not stumbled into I like sharing my thoughts and ideas with you even though you don't hear them or me
I often wonder why I like you
maybe I don't like me or don't really like you
I've learned from you a me I never knew the you I was learning once
grew but I didn't learn that from you my understanding of you has diminished
I worry we'll grow apart, further
I'll call out your name
the wind won't sound the same
the will still be in the sky until the stars and planets shine
they'll be no mess everything will be fine
I'm everything I need
I am everything I need
everything except needed
please leave me a car
no explanation
if you return I'll be on vacation
had you listened you'd know every location
feel welcome to wait
solitude embraced by silence
facing my shadow
introduced by my mirror
projections in rear view
clarified my view
I saw the space beside me disappear
fear is endearing on the other side of the door that I can't see anymore
the farther away the smaller everything looks
living seasonally rising and setting with the sun
I am light as wind shining on the breeze legions of Angels surround and guide me frequencies revealed healing to me
remembering
reminding
reminiscing
I'm so much more than I knew
the love that I loved you with
I left with you
it wasn't mine
it's the love that created me
the love I give comes through me
not from me
I am love
love made me with love from love to be love to see love as I will always be love you will always have the love we shared
that love was treasure, a gift
timeless
priceless
infinite
eternal
older than the heavens and the stars
immortal
but it was never ours
we are the love we shared
we are loves design
crafted by the divine
Our Heavenly Father
The Creator
The Alpha
The Omega
The many named one and only God of Abraham of Heaven and Earth
Every hair on our heads a testament of His Love that made us
Eternal expressions of His love
Spirit to flesh to Spirit our experiences for Him our Love for Him The Potter The Almighty
Yeshua Hamashimi El Shaddai Elohim Adonai
Through our eyes He saw
through our hands He worked
through our love He experienced the love He created us with
The firey lake, The Holy Spirit, purify us, to be worthy, to be with Him. We weren't worthy yet He was with us. All our life He calls us Home, never leaving us, never abandoned us, never leaving us behind or alone. In His bosom, beneath His wings, closest to His Heart He carried us on high into the realms of Angels, His choirs. Their songs of praise and gratitude each chord and every note written in our souls in the oldest of languages we all know and speak.
The Power of His Name
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah is His Name Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah To Praise Him For His Endearing Love For Eternity For the Holy Spirit For Life For Breath For Living Water For Earth provided us everything For Fruit For His Word For Family For the Fatherless For Forgiveness For Each living creature made in their own kind For us in His Image for we are His kind. For sharing everything He made for us, with us, For His Love For Eternity, for death of our flesh For our spirit to go home to be eternally at His table with Him and all of our Love from Him for Him that we all shared. For the kingdom of heaven, for it all passed away. For today for tomorrow for the oceans and the sky. For The Knowing. For each other. For the battle is already won. For nothing new under the sun. For every God breathed word. For the trust of Free Will. For His Son. For forgiveness for everyone. For loving us in spite of our sin. For Grace and mercy new every day. For you who read this He loves you everyday. From now through eternity. For being worthy of the Love that made you. For being a Friend of God.
Coming soon Friends of God group hope the hear from you there.
Hallelujah
Amen
"She Was Blind. He Was Deaf. They Found Each Other in a Drainage Pipe — and Neither One Has Let Go"
In October 2017, a municipal drainage crew in a rural county in central Missouri was clearing a blocked culvert pipe beneath a farm access road after heavy autumn rains. The pipe was 24 inches in diameter, corrugated metal, running about 40 feet under the road. It had been clogged with debris for weeks.
When they cleared the blockage from the south end, water rushed through and carried out mud, leaves, branches.
And two cats.
They came out together. Physically intertwined. A small white female wrapped around a large grey male, legs tangled, bodies pressed so tightly they looked like one animal until the crew separated them.
Both were alive. Barely.
The white female was approximately two years old. Both of her eyes were destroyed — not missing, but clouded completely white and scarred shut from an untreated infection that a veterinarian later estimated had blinded her at least a year before she was found.
She had never been treated for it. She had been navigating the world entirely by sound, scent, and touch for most of her life.
The grey male was approximately three years old. Large-framed but emaciated.
His ear canals were completely closed — sealed by chronic untreated ear infections that had calcified over time. A veterinarian confirmed he was profoundly deaf. Had been for at least two years. Possibly born with the condition that led to it.
She couldn't see.
He couldn't hear.
But they had found each other.
The drainage crew supervisor — a man who'd been on the job for 22 years — told a county animal welfare volunteer that when they tried to separate the two cats for transport, the white female began shaking so violently that her body convulsed.
The grey male — who couldn't hear her distress — somehow knew anyway. He pressed his forehead against hers and didn't move until she stopped shaking.
The supervisor said: "I've pulled a lot of things out of pipes. I've never seen anything hold onto something the way those two held onto each other."
They were taken to a small foster-based rescue operation run by a retired teacher in the area. The rescue had no formal name. Just a woman named Gloria who had been pulling animals from bad situations for fifteen years using her own pension money.
Gloria examined them and realized something that changed everything she understood about animals.
They had developed a system.
The grey male — deaf but sighted — functioned as her eyes. He walked slightly ahead of her at all times. She followed by keeping her chin resting on his lower back. When he stopped, she stopped. When he turned, she felt the direction through his body and turned with him. When there was an obstacle — a step, a ledge, a doorframe — he would pause long enough for her to register the stop, then move slowly over or around it. She followed his movement like water follows a channel.
The white female — blind but hearing — functioned as his ears. When a door opened, when food was placed down, when a loud noise came from another room, her ears would pivot and her body would tense or relax. He watched her ears constantly. If her ears went forward, he looked in that direction. If her ears flattened, he prepared to move. If she flinched, he moved between her and whatever she'd heard.
She was his sound. He was her sight.
They had built this language without training, without human intervention, without anything except the necessity of surviving together in a world that had taken something essential from each of them and left them with no option but each other.
Gloria named the white female Wynn. She named the grey male Archer.
She tried to house them in separate recovery spaces the first night. Standard quarantine protocol.
Wynn didn't shake this time. She didn't convulse or cry.
She just stopped.
Stopped moving. Stopped eating. Stopped responding to sound — the one sense she had. She sat in the corner of the crate facing the wall and went completely still. Like someone had turned her off.
Archer, in the next room, paced in circles for six straight hours. He couldn't hear Wynn. He couldn't see her. But he knew she wasn't beside him. He paced until the pads on his front paws left faint blood marks on the floor of the crate.
Gloria reunited them within twelve hours.
The moment Wynn felt Archer's body against hers, she pressed her chin onto his back and closed her destroyed eyes.
He stopped pacing immediately.
They were never separated again.
A family in a quiet rural property in southern Missouri — a couple in their fifties with no other animals and a single-story house with no stairs — adopted them together in January 2018. Gloria's only condition was that they could never be split up. The couple agreed without hesitation.
That was six years ago. 2,191 days.
Every single one of those days has looked the same.
Archer walks. Wynn follows with her chin on his back.
Wynn listens. Archer watches her ears.
They eat side by side from bowls that are always placed touching. If one bowl is moved even slightly, Archer pushes it back with his nose until the rims are in contact.
They sleep in a single bed — a large oval cushion the couple bought after realizing that two separate beds would never be used. They sleep in the same position every night. Wynn curled in a tight ball. Archer wrapped around her with his chin resting on top of her head.
She has never seen his face.
He has never heard her purr.
But every night, she purrs against his chest. And he feels it.
That's enough. That's everything.
The couple told Gloria during a visit last year something that Gloria wrote down and taped to her refrigerator:
"They don't complete each other. That's not the right word. They replace what the other one lost. And they do it so quietly that most days you forget anything is missing at all."
