The Owl Ring

The Owl Ring

Four to six years ago, around the time I did volunteer work for the hospital, My daughter and I were buying craft supplies from Hobby Lobby  to prepare for a wedding.  I was at the register and had made a few friendly suggestions to keep some confusion from happening.  I wasn't trying to be prideful or anything, though I guess it could have been misunderstood.  Anyway an older lady, older than myself, came up to the register with a very smart attitude and held up her fist.  She had a huge ring on her finger.  It had a huge owl on it made from some heavy medal , at least that was the way it looked.   She went on to say, how much damage it could do if she hit someone with it, of course she brought attention to herself.  She was upset with me for some reason and I couldn't understand why.   I know sometimes people can stir up anger in another person by making implications that may be twisted or exaggerated.  They can sometimes cause one person to become angry at another person.  I felt that this lady was angered by another employee who exaggerated or insinuated something that angered her at me.  Therefore she rudely threatened me to hit me with her ring. It wasn't a joke, unless it was a private joke.   I noticed another employee, a young man around twenty years, he looked amused by the whole thing and was texting the incident to someone else.  I can't remember what was said after that, I just remember leaving thinking, "I can't believe that this could've ever happened at a "Hobby Lobby" store."

I know this in minor in comparison to some things that happen in stores, but usually it's the other way around.  The customer is most always treated with respect.  Then on occasion, a customer may become unhappy with a cashier.  

Titus 3:2

To speak evil of no man, to be no brawlers,

but gentle, shewing all meekness unto all men.

James 3:17

But the wisdom that is from above is first pure,

 then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated,

full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality,

and without hypocrisy.

Susan Nikitenko
July 23rd, 2017

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Thoughts About Abortion - updated

Thoughts About Abortion 

    I had someone say to me, in an email, something that struck my heart. They said that I could never wash my hands of what "Planned Parenthood" has done and asked me to make a donation. I wasn't for sure if they were talking to me, but it made me feel as though "Planned Parenthood" had used something I had written to help them raise money for abortion. I have said from the get go, that I would not support abortion nor did I want anything of mine to help them raise money for it. 

    

   I've thought about this many times and asked myself, "Will God be able to wash his hands of what others do if they misuse His Word?" ( the bible). God will not answer for any of what we do, we will be held accountable for how we misuse God's Word. The same with anything I have written. If others have misused anything that I have written, if they tried to change it into something ugly. (evil,dirty,) That's not my fault, that's injury against me and also to God. 

Other Thoughts

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I've gone through some interesting things, things I've never encountered in my entire life.  This may sound like a Halloween story because it was something that

happened, believe it or not, just before Halloween.  I was painting the chicken coop bright red and also the rocking chair which I was restoring.  I was using a white sheet that had already been slightly paint stained.  I was cleaning up, but the sheet I left laying to dry.  I was thinking if someone saw this they might think it was blood.  I looked at my hands and I looked at the sheet and a feeling of horror

went through my heart. I wept as I looked at the red on my hands.  A strong feeling of guilt rushed through me like I've never felt and I began to cry.   As tears ran down my face, I shook , as I prayed. "Dear God, do I have blood on my hands"? I repeated it over and over in my tears.  I was alone, and no one could understand.    I was

blaming myself for many things.  I was heartbroken but could not seem to speak of it. 

Many things whether real or imagined, but either way they were very upsetting.

I was blaming myself for some things that had come to pass.  This was brought about because of many things I have held inside my heart for a very long time.  

I bundled up the red stained sheet and put it inside an old fashioned pot setting

outside on our shed porch and put a lid on it.  I was able to wash all the red off my hands.
I could not keep blaming myself for something other people caused.

Maybe God was telling me to stop blaming myself because that's what I did.  I stopped blaming myself.  Maybe God was restoring something broken in me.

Susan Y Nikitenko 

July 15th, 2017

Ephesians 1:4

According as he hath chosen us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before him in love:

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A Wandering Alzheimer's Patient

A Wandering Alzheimer's Patient 

I can not remember how long ago this was exactly but within the last seven years or so, 

I noticed an old man walking from the hospital.  He walked towards our home and across the street.

He wandered into the neighbor's yard. Our neighbors were not at home. I never went into our neighbor's yard when they were not at home.   I called to him

and asked him if everything was okay.  I went into the neighbors yard because the man seemed confused.  I noticed He was wearing a tag that said alzheimer's, but because I saw where he wandered from I decided to bring him back to the hospital.  I told him to come with me and he listened.

I held my arm out and asked him to wait until it was safe to cross.  

We safely crossed the street and I lead him to the hospital.  We went into the hospital door but there was no one at the visitor's desk.  

I tried to use the phone for information but I couldn't get it to work.  So I called out loudly asking for some help.  "Could someone please help me, there is no one at the visitor's desk!"  People came from their offices, one man seemed shocked by me, almost fearful.  I guess I came across as very demanding. I just knew they needed to know someone had wandered from the hospital, it could of been devastating.  They could of been doctors for all I know.  I told them the man had wandered from the hospital and someone there needed to contact his family.  The last thing that I remembered is that I told the man goodbye and that I would be praying for him.  

I've heard many stories of people with  alzheimers who wander into the woods and die there because they can not find their way home.  God must of meant for me to be here to stop him from going into the woods.  I've often wondered why God has put us here where we live.  Maybe it was one of the reasons.

Susan Y Nikitenko

July 8th, 2017

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Stories About Dogs

 Stories About Dogs  

I will be adding to this post so check back.

Aggot

When we first moved to this home we were greeted the first day by our neighbor's dog barking

at our front door.  Our neighbor apologized and told us the neighbors before us treated the dog with biscuits.  We asked if we could give the dog treats and they were ok with it.  We really didn't have any problem with the dog visiting and we gave him a treat, we did this for many years.  We cared about  Aggot (his name) and we were very careful when we pulled out of our driveway because he would always be there when we would leave or come home.  We were afraid of hitting him with our car.  He did this with all visiting his home as well.  Sometimes he would be very close to the edge of the road and  I would try calling to him because I was afraid he would get run over.  We didn't want anything to happen to Aggot.

There were only two times I remember him pooping in our yard. I understood that's what happens
sometimes when a dog is around.
Though if it would of been a regular occurrence, we probably would have become unhappy about it.
The neighbor came to clean it up, but did a very unusual thing.  While I was speaking to him
he acted as though I spoke rudely to him.  He even made movements and looked shocked as though I was
being unkind to him. My back was turned to the hospital which stands in front of our home and I was wondering who was he putting a show on for and wondered if we were being watched from the hospital.

 It was kind of what they do at the football games. ( a fake play.)

After our neighbors moved away we heard from our neighbor's dad that
 Aggot was run over and died after moving into the new place.
We felt sad for our neighbors and also for Aggot.

Susan Nikitenko

                                                     A Ruined Garden

 A few years ago I wanted to plant a vegetable garden but had nowhere to plant one.  I asked my Son in-law if I could plant at his grandfather's property.  I planted a few things and they grew and produced vegetables.    I grew some squash, tomatoes and peppers.  I had helped other people in my childhood in their gardens but never tried growing vegetables myself. 

   Something happened though that was a disappointment to me.  The neighbor's dogs didn't use the bathroom in their own yard.  I would go to check on the few vegetables I had planted and I would find  the dogs had pooped right by the vegetables I had planted.  The man who lived next door owned a mowing service, maybe even did landscaping.

 I was happy I was able to grow vegetables and I gathered the vegetables but we didn't eat any of them.  Knowing the garden was pooped and peed on was not appetizing at all.

Susan Nikitenko

Maggie

I don't know if you remember me talking about Maggie, Maggie was one of our neighbor's three dogs.  Maggie was a Rottweiler.  One day while I was about to work in one of our flower beds, which is located out by the road.  I said hello to our neighbor and Maggie was standing beside of him.  Something very unusual happened.  Every time  I stretched my hand to touch one of my flowers in the flower bed, Maggie would growl.  Every time I withdrew my hand, Maggie would stop growling.  I tested it by repeating the same movement.  Maggie would growl each time and would cease to growl when I withdrew my hand.  Maggie was telling me not to touch the flower.  I thought to myself, "Why would Maggie tell me not to touch the flowers in my own flower garden?"  She must have known something  I didn't.  So I started to observe the flower  I was about to touch.  I noticed at the very top of it was an earwig.  I wondered if Maggie knew there was an earwig on the flower and how she would know one was there.  Maybe Maggie saw something that made her know it? or maybe it wasn't the earwig at all.

Maybe she thought for some reason those were her gardens.  

7/6/2017


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