My father is dying here in Century Care in Century Florida. He looks bored af... He likes Germanamericanradio.com.
He is very Christian and I sit and read him his favorite verses, but I feel he's tiring of those things.
I'm looking any suggestions of nice, upbeat kinda of things that I can relax him with.
Five or six years ago I moved to Hanover pa and rented a room from a slumlord. One night God came and told me in a dream, \"Peter, I will take your father when you are complete.\"\r\n\r\nMy father has been in assisted living home for the last two years after breaking his hip. The anti depressants that he was forced have him a stroke. \r\n\r\nHe\'s on his way home to next to sit in a throne next to Jesus and his dad\r\n Just like the contract says. \r\n\r\n\r\nI wrote https://www.voat.xyz/viewpost?postid=61f43c7a83b44 the other night and my sister sent me a message the next morning telling me he has a very short time. \r\n\r\nI got a ride from an old girl friend that he was very familiar with and we went over and saw him yesterday. He saw my girl and grabbed her hand and smiled when he figured out who she was. I read him his favorite poem and his favorite Bible verses.\r\n\r\nThey took him the hospital last night. \r\n\r\n
I have always known that I am incomplete, but believed that all the pieces were there... I was positive that I had completed the jigsaw puzzle that was a picture of me... Turns out that it was more of a 3d puzzle and I only saw one side... The other side is a picture of the thoughts and skills and learning and deduction and observations that comprise the front that is me. If you poke parts of the "complete picture", your finger will push right through and reveal that part of the picture lacks support.
I am often clobbered by epiphany. Instantly revealed to me recently about my puzzle... The pieces that are missing were not premade and included in the box... I am required to craft the pieces myself to insure that the puzzle is only me.
After making all of the pieces I can I will find the shape of the final missing piece... I am not the maker of the final piece. I cannot make the final piece... My god has made the piece that will complete the puzzle and make it whole and complete from any angle that it is viewed from.
When the last piece finds the space that matches it perfectly, the common puzzle reveals itself as evidence that my creator is most amazing artist.
Thank you to my God for making me incomplete. Thank you to my God for making me love the final piece as if it was part of me. Thank you for showing me that loving just myself is an incomplete love and is only made whole by loving something outside of me...
I will now make the pieces with careful haste because I am eager to see what beautiful shape God has made to complete me and prove to onlookers that he loves me and rewards my faith and adoration for him.
How foolish I was to think that I would find the piece by trial and error. I must have looked like a handicapped ape with hundreds of round pegs that pass through the square hole and falsely made me feel like an expert at the task. Onlookers probably cringed at the volume of pegs that demonstration that I was clueless of the goal. I'm embarrassed that i can no longer find round pegs to place incorrectly... Although I enjoy round pegs, but God has wiped away my blinding arrogance and pride to show me that their is only one peg that I will ever need.
I know that somewhere out there on the beautiful earth, there is a hole that is custom made to receive it....
More to the point... I had a \"whoaverse\" badge on my other account at voat... It\'s the only badge that I ever got and it kinda had sentimental value. \r\n\r\nI was deprived of participation trophies when I was a kid... The \"whoaverse\" badge was the worlds way of letting me know that I had hung around long enough. \r\n\r\nLet this old man have his dream.
