Wednesday, September 28, 2011

timeless truths

Back when cross stitching occupied my days, I stitched this picture as a gift for my Mother. When it came time to move her from her house to a care facility and to bring Daddy to my house in order to care for him in his last days, I snatched it off her guest bedroom wall. I promptly positioned it on the sun room windows.

 Now that school has begun back in full, my two visits a day to be with my Mother has inevitably slipped into one visit daily. My aching heart says sitting with her all day would not make it any less poignant. I only get one go at this type of keeping. Constantly I question if I am doing the very best I can. It is my heartfelt desire to honor my dear Mother and to honor my Sovereign God. In the process I want to walk and not grow weary, to run and not faint.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011


We have exceptional delights while visiting the nursing facility where my mother lives. Upon visiting such a place often enough you can not but help to allow the other residents to bury deep into your heart. We really do not dwell on the fact that we will not be going there is for a season, as in there is "a time for every purpose under heaven."

But we love our extra add-a-longs. They look for us, they smile, they wave, and if able,  they shuffle to be with us. Life resides here and we embrace it.

He said, "Cheese, heh, heh".  I do believe I exceptionally obliged with an extra cheesy smile.