Good Day in Service to my God Jehovah

I worked in the door to door witness work with my dears, Catherine and Betsy Prieto. I am studying with them and assisting their mother with their spiritual progress. Now that she (Sally) is a single parent, she needs more help nurturing these sweet young people to keep on keeping on serving our Great God Jehovah...whalla...Gram Baty there to assist. It is a win-win situation because I need them as much as they need me. We had an enjoyable morning working with the J.P. Wyne family.

I started to get shaky around 12 (the new medicine?) but now after eating lunch and baking a pumpkin pie, I am ready to get ready for tonight. Some of us widowed ones are getting together for a study in preparation for tomorrow's meeting. I call us the JWNL's This stands for Jehovah's Witnesses Not Looking. We are all wearing our wedding rings of our dead spouses.... all of whom died recently. We have shared a couple of dinners together, gone to a 3 Stooges Festival together and now a WT study together with a dinner cooked with love at Geri Humphreys.

I had an extremely pleasant evening last evening. I invited some of the girls (ages 8 - 19) over to have a pizza party, including a craft night. I also invited several experienced sisters in needlework to assist. Kaitlyn was learning to cross stitch from Brooklyn. I assisted Kayla to learn the starting techniques with crocheting. She can crochet a mean chain stitch which is a big deal because she learned how to manage the needle and yarn. Next month I will build on that and teach her how to single crochet and with these two stitches she can make a scarf. Carol was teaching two other girls how to crochet and was making fairly good progress. I taught one married sister how to sew a button on properly on her coat. She said her husband would be pleased. She may move on to crochet.
My sweet Elana (grand daughter) was over too. We played a silly game after eating and I shared an experience when I first learned about Jehovah God.

I know that my contact and interaction with the young of the congregation is making my healing quicker. Some of the girls were talking about getting old enough to drive and are counting forward. I commented that I wish I could count backwards. We laughed. I will not wait for others to keep comforting me because each of us has some heartache or heartbreak or challenge that we are working through.

I send my love to all my dear ones who are reading this. Luv U All. Gram/Mom/Sister Baty.