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Saturday, March 29, 2025

'BECOMING' BLOOM; Kingman-AZ



Everything is happening quickly - and yet not fast enough; and people (here and there) are blooming, in one way or another.

We drove a hop, skip, and a jump … down the road and over to Aunt Gaye's this morning, to see how she's doing; we were happy to see she was up and looking spry 👌 And when she told us that she wants us to go look at an Assisted Living Complex with her, Monday afternoon, we were excited for her. This is a good decision. It took her a while to accept the changes she is dealing with, and it took a lot of bravery on her part to loosen the grip on her life-long independence steak.

She already has a friend at this place she is interested in. She can take the furniture she wants to furnish her apartment, and leave the rest to sell with her home; listing it as "furnished" (as I did, 2 years ago); she can take her plants, and books; she can take her fancy coffee machine; she can still have her friend circle over for weekly gatherings … and she will have round the clock staff on site (not hovering, but close by) to make sure she doesn't fall and isn't left injured for days until someone comes along to check on her, or drop in for a visit. She will have meals delivered - people will make sure she eats regularly. Her apartment will have a spacious livingroom, a reasonable sized kitchen complete with a full-size 'fridge, a large size bedroom with attached master bath (she could even have 2 bedrooms, if she choses), either a patio or a balcony (her choice), a craft room, a recreational room, some have on-site salons and barber shops, an entertainment center, a library, ect., an on-site room cleaning staff (if she wants that): these complexes are very nicely laid out; and kinda like a spread out community under one large roof.



It was obvious to us, as we listened to her, that she has given this change of heart a great deal of thought, and has made her decision to sell and move. This switch about wasn't even on the table the other day - and we were concerned, knowing we would be leaving April 2nd. She has friends and family … but they cannot be with her round the clock in case she falls, her hearing aids fritz out, her joints give her trouble, ect. And she really should not be driving.

Her decision is easing her mind, knowing she won't be a burden to her children. I think she is even liking the idea that she won't be alone - like she is now.

Her [over night] decision eased our minds and hearts, too; knowing she can live freely and enjoy a pretty independent life … while having someone in her general vicinity with a 24 hour on-site-staff 😁

After we left Aunt Gaye, we drove over to DQ to celebrate this answer to prayer with ice cream blizzards 😉

And I spotted a niffy '50's car, so we drove over there and asked the owner if I could take a picture of it …

Unique colored 1955-56 Chevy Bel-Air 2-post car.

When I got back home, I logged onto FB, and was thankful to read that my friend Becky passed from this life into everlasting Life peacefully. Elohim is good, and Yeshua is faithful ☝️

{{We lost my beautiful mother early this morning. Expressing words and emotions are extremely difficult right now. She was surrounded by my dad and ALL of us girls, whether in person or on video call. We prayed with her, hugged her, kissed her, and sang to her as she went peacefully and without pain to go meet Jesus. We will miss her dearly, but we will see her again! Love you, mama! ❤️}}

My friend Becky - R.I.P.

She was always smiling or laughing. She had a goofy personality = always bubbly & fun. A good friend. A faithful Daughter of the Most High God. Loved her husband, 6 daughters, & grandchildren. Always ready to help others in any way she could. She will be deeply missed.

James Taylor - 'Fire and Rain' song: 
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPA2S0pr6B8)

Change is always inevitable.

People are always in a blossoming evolution.


Life always moves forward.

NATIONAL VIETNAM WAR VETERANS DAY~2025


The Vietnam War Veterans Recognition Act of 2017 was signed into law by President Trump, designating every March 29 as National Vietnam War Veterans Day.

Today, I am honoring my stepfather, John Ralph Emerson, who was drafted after graduation and spent years in a Vietnam POW camp: he was caged like an animal in a 4' x 4' bamboo cage, & tortured mercilessly. He lost an eye (and wore a glass eye stateside). He had a permanent hunch due to being caged for years. He wore false teeth because of malnourishment.

But he had a big heart and love to give when USA Troops eventually found him, freed him, and brought him back to America … where he met my mother - married her and adopted her 5 hellions (1 teenager (me), 2 on the verge of teen years, and 2 youngsters). John's DNA does not run through my veins, but he is the man who manned up and fathered us.

He is the one I honor with the Father title ❤️

Grand Funk Railroad - 'Gimme Shelter' song:  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzYbSS2YNIU)

THE HILLS ARE CALLING; Kingman-AZ


We'll be leaving AZ in 5 days; this morning, Holland & I drove over to Aunt Gaye's … then took a little side trip drive on our way home.

I have been curious since we got here, where the road off the right turn from Andy Divine Avenue, goes: the hills have been calling, and today, I found out 😁

We enjoyed a sunny mountain drive - and explored a new area:

Lingering snow on the mountain …

We didn't get out of Betsy because even though the air looks clear … it is not: dusty sandy grit always hovers in the atmosphere. We do not want to inflame our lungs anymore than they already are. We need to be healthy enough to leave here, Monday morning; so, we just drove and enjoyed the scenery.

On our way back to Independence, I received a delayed text - there was no cell service while we were in the mountainous area, but service kicked in when we dropped back down into Kingman. The text seriously concerned me 😟🙏

Oh no!

It seems that hills of another kind, on another level, are also calling ☝️

I love Becky.

I like her husband, Bobby.

My heart hurts for them, and their family members.

My heart hurts for our mutual friend, Ramona - who has been keeping me updated.


My heart hurts for me: I know she is going to a much better place, and to a much better life; but I will miss her presence here 😔

My life will miss her smiling face. Her infectious laughter. Her goofy silliness. Her tasty dishes. Her insights & encouragements. She has been a good friend to me - and I hope I was a good friend to her, too.

When we got home … I jetted off a texts, made Supper, worked on finishing up the afghan I completed last night - and read incoming text replies.

Working on my project - and reading incoming texts.
Text update.; a little after 6 P.M.
MOD Stash Busting Afghan, 68-in x 68-in:  (https://roadgypsiesvalandholland.blogspot.com/2025/03/mod-stash-busting-ripple-afghan-kingman.html)

And through it all, the old hymn, "Have Thine Own Way, Lord" echoed in my thoughts … as well as "The Holy Hills Of Heaven Call Me".

Kim Hopper - 'The Holy Hills of Heaven Call Me' song: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJtVLSBtWj8)

Becky is going Home.

I won't be seeing Becky when we get back to WA State … but, I will see her again when Elohim issues my Call, and beckons me to the Holy Hills of Heaven.

Possibly sooner - if the Rapture happens before my body gives out.