Hey! Hello there former Krisscop! Here you are 3 years into the future! Remember COVID? Remember serving with Team Rubicon, and All Hands and Hearts in Mexico for months in January 2021?
Now, here you are in THAILAND for 6 weeks! I swear! The things you are able to manifest! And what's that? In Marc
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Donna has experience in a wide variety of fields before joining CCMM to focus on providing mental health services. She has worked as a Direct Care Worker, Field Agent for Parole Probation, Foster Care/Adoptive Recruiter, Elder Care Provider, and a court-directed Child/Parent Visit Supervisor.
She has an eclectic approach to counseling which focuses on Person-Centered and CBT approaches. Donna is active in numerous volunteer capacities within the Mid Michigan area and is passionate about helping people from a faith perspective.
Donna works with children, adults, marriages, and whole family units to help create permanent change that will help them both now and into the future.
You are responsible for what you say and do, not for how others freak out about it.
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Perfect day at the beach. I worked a few hours in the morning doing Unemployment stuff, dealt with Nursing home stuff, and laid on the beach. Swimming in the ocean is incredible. It is highly underrated. There was a Mexican mom playing with her son. She was the perfect combination of cheering him on, and protecting him. He dropped his pail. She could have bent over and grabbed it before it floated away. He was crying. She encouraged him to step out and grab it. He was scared. He did it anyway. She cheered. I had a mom like that.
Robyn and I are both reading and studying. Its interesting how much though we are reading completely different books that the same phrase or idea comes up...Like how the two portions of the brain are separated in the cerebral cortex by the ## SPECIAL WORD . CORPUS CALLOSUM
So, I meditated. I ate a gummy. I relaxed. We had lunch. We ate at the hotel terrace. The waitress had been there since 4:45 a.m. with no end in sight. I got flank steak tacos. They were really good.
I went for a walk to the pier by myself while Robyn read. There were two white guys in this one area fishing and a black gentleman. I 'felt' compelled to stop. We spoke of things for quite a while, and I kept my distance. We naturally gravitated closer and closer. He was in the Charleston area doing the Lord's work spreading the gospel. He explained his 18-month program he completed after he got out of San Quentin. I really wanted to ask why but it simply didn't matter. WE were united in Spirit talk. He was living with a friend, not working and trying to do what was right. He asked me why I started talking to him. He was shocked. He said, in Charleston, even couples would walk to the side of the street even as a scrawny black guy as he was. He just couldn't understand it. I tried. I said...what if the white guy saw you as a threat, and he couldn't protect his woman from you. We talked about stuff like that for a while.
It came clearly to me, that his mother was alive, and that because of her prayers Jerome was where he is today. I told him that. He started tearing up. He said he knew his momma in Oregon prayed for him every day. He is 41 years old. I talked to him (I somehow want to sing Puff the Magic Dragon, and "brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff...we talked of healing wax and other fancy stuff!). I shared how "As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he". He asked me several times...WHAT does that verse say? WHAT DOES IT SAY??? It spoke to him.
Jerome had traveled from California where he's been 20+ years. He said he just couldn't believe that God was taking him back here where he initially was born. Jerome was sweet, kind, an ex-convict, ex-prisoner, and a seeker. Our spirits met at Soul level, and it was a beautiful thing.
I arrived at Robyn's from flying on Tuesday evening. We had a mediocre dinner at a fabulous waterfall place. I always feel home when I get here. Lots of anxiety before..but my arrival was smooth.
We left for the beach Friday morning. Stopped at a rest area so she could do her noon Zoom Soul Group meeting. I refound a cool geocache...literally, an ammo can in the woods. It was soaked inside but I didn't want to take off my sock to dry it.
Jet the big black poodle was happy to see me. Moe...such a little ole man doggie dog...tottering around to his bed.
The beach is amazing. Staying right at the Folly Beach TIDES hotel, second floor...its amazing and we are here until next Weds. I'm living my dream. Room 240. Right near the pier.
Stuart, the gentleman I met last summer while taking Helena to Denver actually happens to be in Charleston. I'm not sure if we will catch up with him or not.
I'm going to relax, eat cheap and listen to Spirit. Sounds like a pretty good place to start.
It's weird being a widow. Its weird not having to explain what I am doing, and making decisions that are best for only me. It was like that a lot of the time in the marriage, but I always had to consider Don, he just didn't want to have to work for anything. I get back Saturday in a week, and the next day is Kimberly Charbenau's book signing at the Comic Shop.
Then I'm supposed to go to Southern Ohio to meet up with the Other Donna from Legends, and a couple other ladies too.
I've been to Houghton Lake a couple times in the past few weeks. I met this really old Guy at Cops and donuts while waiting for someone else, Daniel Brata. Daniel loves to golf, gets into the holiness of it. We had dinner on the water, lovely spot. Cozy and warm inside. It was a little too brisk to eat outside. He has a nice little place, not on the water but near it, near a church camp. Daniel has a good soul, laughs a lot and is living a full life. He had a friend, a Judge that was somehow got into trouble. He resigned rather than face all the BS of writeups in the paper, investigations and all that. Daniel just believed the bad press. I told him...that the Judge did not owe ANYONE an explanation. He said that this Judge moved to Pensacola and was teaching Law at the Christian School. Daniel called him, and they had a great reunion on the phone, and the former Judge was going to call him today. That's a great thing, both of them were happy.
I helped my mentor Dr Parmer move a bunch of stuff out of her mom's storage. Two "Africaans" were there, and they were taking a bunch of stuff to Chicago for shipping to Africa. I gave Alex a tour of Mt Pleasant. He was so cute, about 80 years old. He was so delighted, he grabbed my hand, kissed it and thanked me for being God's servant. There was quite a discussion as to if he would be allowed to travel alone with me. He has called everyday and wants me to help him do a fund raiser for cement bags for a school he is trying to build in Africa. They are $15 a bag for Cement.
Four Points Film Group, I cannot thank enough for this. CHRIS HOPCRAFT...a dear friend I didn't know I needed.
