History in the Making!
How did we get here? I feel like I've been on a roller-coaster for over a year now. Quitting my job of 17 years, moving in with Mom. Helping her with illness then losing her. Preparing to move, securing a job, new health considerations, and now trying to move. Right when I thought things might be getting close to settling down, they aren't. We are now dealing with a national emergency for a virus that started in China.
BUT...
I still have my family. We still have our jobs and our health, mine particularly is manageable for now. I have loving family around to help us and I'd be lost without Andrew and them.
Others are out there, scared, sick, unsecured. I keep hearing Momma in my head, "It'll be alright things will work out. God is in control". And there it is...God is in control.
Yes, my congestive heart failure, immunity problem, and possible diabetic issues put me at a risk of getting this...Covid 19. I rely on my Lord. He is in control. I think my greatest fear at this moment is with Andrew going back to work, but once again God is good and I have faith he will keep us in his care.
This is history in the making... I'm hoping and praying for the best. I think in two weeks we will have a better understanding of where we all stand.
Until then I remain constant in prayer.
Saturday, March 14, 2020
Tuesday, March 3, 2020
Mom and Blueberries?
Years ago I went over to Mom's house to visit. She was outside taking care of her chickens. She loved her chickens and they kept her moving around and working all the time, which was really good for her. She really enjoyed working outside and taking care of the chickens was usually easy to work. She had a child's buggy she used to carry things around the yard and offer a steady hand on some muddy sometimes unsteady ground.
I had walked outside into the backyard to offer greetings and help out. She had this small bag in the buggy and they looked pretty juicy. I thought they were blueberries. I imagined her sitting under the patio in her favorite chair, taking a break from yard work to nibble on some blueberries. This idea was so pleasant that I just had to reach out and try some of those berries.
Little did I know until I had the bag firmly in hand that they were not blueberries, but June bugs! A juicy bag full of June bugs! I exclaimed something I'm sure and we were both laughing hard at the misunderstanding.
I don't think I'll ever see a June bug again without thinking about that bag and how she had collected them for her chickens because they loved them so much. Her smile and laughter, rich in the warm sunlight of that day in such a small, but unforgettable moment with my Momma.
Years ago I went over to Mom's house to visit. She was outside taking care of her chickens. She loved her chickens and they kept her moving around and working all the time, which was really good for her. She really enjoyed working outside and taking care of the chickens was usually easy to work. She had a child's buggy she used to carry things around the yard and offer a steady hand on some muddy sometimes unsteady ground.
I had walked outside into the backyard to offer greetings and help out. She had this small bag in the buggy and they looked pretty juicy. I thought they were blueberries. I imagined her sitting under the patio in her favorite chair, taking a break from yard work to nibble on some blueberries. This idea was so pleasant that I just had to reach out and try some of those berries.
Little did I know until I had the bag firmly in hand that they were not blueberries, but June bugs! A juicy bag full of June bugs! I exclaimed something I'm sure and we were both laughing hard at the misunderstanding.
I don't think I'll ever see a June bug again without thinking about that bag and how she had collected them for her chickens because they loved them so much. Her smile and laughter, rich in the warm sunlight of that day in such a small, but unforgettable moment with my Momma.
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