To Answer Your Question This Evening.....

I believe she asked "If you're that G.D. scared why don't you go somewhere else".  Now, to answer your question, I hope a gang stalks you and your family members.  I hope you have extortion, identity theft, ransomware, theft, internet stalking, and some weirdo go through every Facebook, your home, your vehicle, threaten you, scare you with ridiculous things, racism and hateful people find you online, run your life through a prison and then.... I will ask you if you're scared.  Let them throw your genealogy research in the dark web.  See if you tend to be a little more cautious and look over your back.  Until you can experience it, don't ask me that.  Actually I do not wish it on anyone.  Right now I'm just working on forgiveness.  To forgive is divine.  It's healing and it's freedom from a load given that you didn't ask for or provoke to begin with.  It's freedom from being a victim.  A victim is someone who has no control or choice over what is happening to them.  I can choose to forgive.   That gives me back my power.

On another note I've had a wonderful Mother's Day.  I so enjoyed talking to my mom.  My oldest daughter and son in law called me.  I miss my youngest daughter and prayed she had a good day and asked God again to speak to her heart so she may remember her mother's love is infinite and unconditional.  When my girls were little, I had this little thing we did.  Love you, love you too, love you more, love you the most, love you infinity, love you how God loves you!  We would go back and forth back and forth to see who could out love you.  And occasionally we would do the little nut brown hare....love you to the moon and back!  

Kind of hard to feel blue when I have the most amazing cat perched in my window!  Ebenezer Rouge.  Plush kitty.

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