Even if someone were to tell me what was ahead, I'm not sure I would have believed them or maybe I would have thought, 'this is way too hard.'
I cannot thank my sister and brother-in-law enough for caring for my parents for six years. What a gift they are.
(Random thoughts as these are all I have time for lately!)
We are in a 'training to be counselors' class and one of the requirements is to read a book called, "The Lies We Believe" by Dr. Chris Thurman and each chapter takes me down a road that I would not have otherwise walked.
I suppose the latest chapter I'm on -'We all die'-couldn't be more appropriate. I know in my head that one day I'll pass on and then my body will get an upgraded figure! But when I look at my mother and the thinness of her skin, the enormously large scar on her left arm from the surgery for the 'fistula' and all the meds she's on, I face the truth that each day death is nearer than I want to admit.
I need more breaths. Deeper breaths, filling my lungs with Your grace, power and strength to love unconditionally, serve tirelessly and hope endlessly*.
I am coming to the place that this statement is becoming my experiential reality:
"He isn't all I need until He's all I have."
Jesus, I need Your breath filling my heart, lungs, cells and spirit so I can give You to these two fragile spirits that teeter/totter on the edge of life here on earth.
I thank you for your prayers for this season in our life. Would you agree with us for a home large enough to house all of us and meet the needs we have (along with some requests of mine-the country!).
Thank you again.
*A message I heard Sunday that was tailor-made for me!