Mom, April 2017
I’m in NJ. I so don’t want to say this but the promised posts are on hold for a couple of weeks. God is writing a different story.
And my sisters and I are in the eye of a different storm. We are all here with Mom. Sara lives here; Barbara came from Virginia, Penny from Ohio.
Her hospital bed sits in her living room. You often can find the 4 of us leaning in close trying to discern what Mom is trying to communicate to us. Right after Labor Day she had a pace maker implanted. It did not go well. Her 97 year old body has said enough.
She wanted so badly to come home. Hospice is one of our anchors right now. Eating and drinking are history, 2 days now but still she breathes.
My husband flew in yesterday. Our kids will come from KS and CA. We’re just waiting.
Actually my post for tomorrow is written … but not part 2 for next week. My energy needs to be in a different place. Thank you for allowing me this time.
Mt 11:28-30 has been my anchor, “My yoke is easy and my burden is light”. Each day I ask the Lord to take the heavy and leave me with the light I can trust Him with. I’m experiencing His faithfulness.
I would appreciate your prayers. Even easy is hard.
“Hope is a person. Hope is Jesus. Hope takes my eyes off what I can see and fixes them on what is ahead.
- Hope is sure.
- Hope is steadfast, like an anchor for our souls.
- Hope goes before.
- Hope secures the promise.
- Hope gives us a purpose.
- Hope is forever.”
“We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul,”