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It’s November and it’s that time of the year for Open Enrollment for health care coverage. Yeah, this happens in November, but the good news is, God has Open Enrollment year round. Open enrollment means just that, open.
Definition of open is, “allowing access, not closed or blocked.” And that is what God is going to do. When you enroll under God’s coverage, He is going to allow you access to receive many blessings. He’s going to begin to open up some things in your life.
With God’s open enrollment you don’t have to fill out no application, speak to a representative, apply online, list yearly household income, nor do you have to wonder or worry if you are going to be approved. You don’t have to renew every year and you don’t have to make monthly payments.
Ask yourself, do you really need medical coverage, or do you just need to Believe?
Did you not know that God is your Provider and Jesus is a Healer? Oh yes He is.
But also ask yourself, are you ready to enroll in a lifetime of coverage? Oh you are?
Well just know, when you enroll with God be ready for abundance, favor and overflow. Be ready for God to open up doors that no man can shut. Be open to receiving God’s peace, love, forgiveness, mercy, grace, strength, healing, protection and so much more.
God is going to open up some passage ways, open up your ears to be able to hear and know His voice, open up your mind with clarity, open up and heal your hurting heart.
Well, now is the time for you to enroll. You can enroll by simply accepting the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Savior.
God is saying to you, “Come as you are my dear child.” I am here. I am ready. “I AM WHO I AM.”
As for me, I am grateful and thankful Father that I am covered and enrolled under Your lifetime coverage.
So yeah, it’s Open Enrollment, are you enrolled?
You might get your wish
from a stick of ice.
that you might lick and lick
till the flavors nice.
Till you're nearly all done
and two sticks appear,
that you might think an end
is no time to cheer.
But you're wrong, I will say.
You forgot to think
that was once tossed out
was the wrapper in ink.
And the back you see
is an ad for you.
Placed by Popsicle Pete
as the thing to do.
So you fill out the wrapper
and send it in.
sent with one dollar fifty;
if you're not to thin.
Then you wait for five months
and you wait for six days.
then will Popsicle Pete
soon return the praise.
when a very large package
that's from Popsicle Pete
will be sent to you
as a great big treat.
Now to open it up
Just to see what is in it.
You'll be very surprised
should you justly admit it.
It's a nuclear sub
about six foot eight.
made of folded up cardboard
in the lightest of weight.
Now you'll travel the seas
for the rest of days
steering here and there
as you lower and raise.
Thanks to Popsicle Pete
and the wrapper of choice.
There's a thousand new kids
who now have a voice.
Back in ’52 if you did not have two children you could be sent to Korea.
My daddy was expecting a baby with his wife in July.
The recruiting officer stopped him three times in May.
Dick, you have to fill out that last paper before May 31st.
Daddy was sure he was going to be drafted.
He would only have one child when the next troupe got sent to war.
Two would have saved him, but he was only expecting me.
A voice in his head said “do not sign that paper yet” so he didn’t.
On May 31st Daddy was in a pool hall and someone yelled this
“Hey, Stone, you have twin girls!”
Dad thought this was a funny joke.
Someone else came in and yelled the same thing.
He said “I already heard that one.”
Then our mother’s brothers came in to get him.
Daddy did not get the boy he got two identical twin girls that day.
He went to the recruiting center and the guy said “I know, I heard."
He tore up the papers; we saved him from being sent to the Korea War.
Even though it's an elementary school,
Children are saying "I'm going to kill myself," more and more often.
Some say it because they are angry.
Many say it to get out of a test or a boring movie, or math class.
Some say it to spend time with the counselor.
As the counselor, it is my job to fill out seven pages of paperwork with these children.
Do they mean it?
Is there a plan?
What weapon will they use?
Where is it kept?
And yes, I have done this with a child as young as 5.
We sometimes call an ambulance, and the suffering child is taken away.
More often, we call the parents, and we both talk to them - the child and I.
A few years ago another counselor and a principal with kind hearts
Thought they would save the child's family hundreds of dollars.
They transported the child to the hospital in a car.
A social worker went with them, and the child.
He jumped out of the car at a traffic light.
The next time they caught up with him,
he was on a roof.
This could have cost
the school a whole
lot of money
Procedures are
in place for
a reason,
people.
Follow
The
Rules!
I didn't fill out any paperwork.
There was no memo, no consent form.
Just a nameless morning when the mirror refused
to acknowledge anything above my collarbone.
After that, people entered me carrying grief
in cardboard boxes. Pressed buttons
for floors that didn't exist.
A man from 4D requested the roof,
as if it were still an option.
On Thursday, a child in a yellow parka
whispered a song
I recognized from my sleep paralysis years.
It all arrived sticky and wrong
though I tried to hum along,
my cables winced.
By Sunday I was hosting more
than traffic. Something moved
inside the machinery, something
older than ballast or balance,
and it wouldn't stop licking the grease
from its own teeth.
It told me to smile more.
I jammed the doors.
hummingbird—
someone's mouth
in my throat
Dylan Carston was a well-off young man,
thanks to a large and health trust fund,
his father was a true Wall Street ace
and had been quite generous to his sons.
Dylan had set himself up in Miami
after years spent getting his MBA,
he did consulting four days every week,
the other three he did like to play.
He’d partied with friends at all the bars,
and had his share of hot one-night stands,
not yet had he thought of a wife and kids,
he was enjoying the life of a young man.
One Saturday as he walked down the beach
to get exercise and breath the sea air,
he stumbled upon a frantic woman
calling for him to go over there.
As he drew near he saw down in the sand
a young woman who’s face had gone blue,
he could see no lifeguard near where they were,
but fortunately he knew what to do.
He found no pulse when he listened close,
and placed two hands high on her left breast,
with hard compression he began CPR,
pumping furiously at her chest.
Every so often he placed his mouth on hers
and forced oxygen deep into her lungs,
the other woman ran off to find more help
while Dylan continued the rhythmic pump.
Finally after three desperate minutes
a gurgled rasp echoed up from her throat,
life returned to her, the blue fading out,
though her eyes still knew not where to go.
Moments later he heard the rush of feat,
the lifeguard and the woman had returned,
Dylan gestured to where the girl lay,
“I brought her back, now I think it’s your turn.”
The lifeguard thanked him for taking action,
then knelt down slowly at the victim’s side,
ambulances came, reports were fill out,
when Dylan left three hours had gone by.
He felt good about saving the woman’s life,
it was a moment he would not forget,
congratulations came in, on top of that
the lifeguards sent him a certificate.
Three weeks went by and Dylan returned to
the safe routines of the everyday world,
and bit by bit his thoughts turned away
from the near death of that helpless girl.
So it was with a great deal of surprise
when a process server told him these words:
“Dylan Carston, you’re being sued for assault,
you can consider yourself dully served.”
Dylan’s mind whirled at the accusation,
he had no idea how this could be true?
Had some ex regretted their time and cried ‘rape,’
were they evil enough to go down that route?
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
On the outpatient floor
Where you fill out the forms,
We joined masked people, distanced,
All following norms.
With the paperwork done,
You’d sit down until paged
But the person behind us
Was counter-engaged.
See, before he checked in,
His son whispered, “You know,
You can daven real soon –
In that corner you’ll go.”
For an Orthodox Jew
Must obey the commands
And to daven, or pray’s
What the Torah demands.
So my husband was called
Then the guy who was next,
Who was still in the corner
Reciting his text.
After surgery, he
And my husband came out.
Both were fine - one sans prayer,
The other devout.
Thank you for calling Your Destruction.
If you’re calling to bring forth your personal hell, press 1.
If you’re calling for emotional devastation, press 2.
If you’re calling to enact physical harm, press 3.
…Thank you. Your Destruction is now offering a summer sale.
If you are interested, please fill out the survey on Your Destruction website.
…Please hold…please hold…please hold…please hold on for as long as you can…
Please hold; the bringer of your doom will be with you in a moment…
Hello. It’s nice to hear from you again.
What can I do for you that will make you regret your life choices?
I see. Sorry to hear that. Would you like to include your friends and family?
I understand. Your Destruction will ensure that your life is utterly ruined once I’m done.
Have a nice day!
I am thrilled to only see two people ahead of me at medical clinic
No one is at reception’s desk
I know the routine
so I fill out the forms while I wait
No one comes.
I have been here four minutes
I ask one of the others “was anyone here?”
“She left a bit ago,” one replies.
a female nurse comes out of exam room.
Fiddles around a bit.
Goes back into same exam room.
Nurse comes back out after a bit.
Asks me “where is the receptionist?”
“I am wondering myself,” I reply.
“she will need your ID and medical card,” the woman says.
I hand them over and she leaves it all for the receptionist under the high counter.
a few more people leave exam rooms.
No one else is called back yet.
a woman holding a sandwich and large drink comes wandering in.
That explains why she had left her desk.
But to not leave a sign or anything?
I remain standing there,
not wanting the six people behind me to get ahead.
On a Friday morning at ten, you say?
But our bus doesn’t go out on that day.
I can do Tuesdays but never at one.
Only in the morning does our bus run.
How about a Thursday AM at ten?
What? The doctor isn’t available then?
Well, give me a time when I can get there.
Two months from now? I really don’t care.
I’ll fill out the transportation request.
This far ahead I’ll hope for the best.
At last this appointment is settled and done.
Whoops, not so fast. Appears there’s more fun.
Our office calls back and tells me, oh, no!
That date there’s a trip where the bus has to go.
I cannot believe it. I must change again.
The appointment’s becoming a terrible pain.
I think I’ll give up on this effort today.
I feel that a headache’s coming my way.
Tomorrow I guess I’ll start over once more
and hope that better results I will score!