Reinforcing Boundaries Hard!
I went to church. I did my own thing. More people wanted to talk but I wasn't in the chattiest of moods. A few weeks ago a couple from Brazil (I think?! Don't they speak Portugues there? One of the Latin languages..) were very excited to see worship flags. The lady kept mentioning coming by the house to see. I tried to tell her unsuccessfully that there wasn't anything more than I had there. Suggested a meet at a coffee bar to talk to answer her questions, but I was too busy for a visit to my home studio. Her response, reaching out to one of my tenants, asking for my phone number.
My number was not given out thankfully. When I saw the lady approaching today I sighed, smacked myself in the head and squared up my shoulders. She came up, starting her usual babbling about coming to my house to see me. I let her know that would not be happening because a) I am not well right now and b) after being gone for the better part of a year I'm not prepared to have guests. My studio is currently stacked three feet high with various office supplies, files and art supplies. She kept saying she wouldn't care if it was piled high and she'd come over to pray for my healing so that I could have enough, I don't know, I guess energy, to have her over. Crazy circling. Told her no, hard no, stop asking no, still offering to talk to her outside of the church setting but without that Bethel Reading style healing prayers.
I've been on a healing team. I once believed in miraculous healing. Now I see it as incredibly rare, and it's insulting to have folks rattling off that nonsense to me now. No thank you pretty please.
Miss O avoided me again, I'm happy with that. I am busy being that gray rock not reacting.
She tried to get the husband to count the offering, but I pointed out to him that the last time he did she later accused him of stealing. To count again opens up that can of ugly worms.
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