Today is the 8th anniversary of my mom’s leaving this realm to enter heaven’s door. That belief is what allowed me to release her graciously from the limitations of this life on earth.
I remember being in the hospital those last days as my mom made her transition. You see, it’s hard for me to say death or die. There is a finality to the word that is really an illusion to me. We all were created to live forever,…..
God is so good. God is so good. God is so good, He’s so good to me. Words of a familiar song.
It’s been over two years of an IRS audit which hung over our heads like a dark black cloud. My husband went grey for the first time in his life! Is it possible that his grey translates into wisdom?
Did God fall off His throne? Was He still good? Now that it’s about to come to an end,…..
Please pray for this family who are caregiving both mother and father. With permission, here is their recent prayer request. So beautiful to see how God’s grace operates in the hardest of situations. I hope you are encouraged. I know that I was especially as I was reminded of the nearness of God’s grace in caring for my own Papa.
Dear Friends and Family,
Tomorrow, December 14, marks one year since Mom (Leona) suffered her stroke. Months ago, anticipating this…..
Remembering my parents brings me great comfort. Recently, I took the time to read this poem I wrote almost 20 years ago. It was my parents 40th wedding anniversary party, and I read it aloud to them. Hope you enjoy it.
I Remember
I remember Florida when Daddy held a monkey. We took your picture – you looked very funky!
I remember Italy – The Colosseum in Rome. the painting of Michael Angelo in St. Peter’s Dome
I remember horseback…..
I was thinking about my life as a caregiver. It officially started over 32 years ago when I had my first child, Dawn. Five children and now seven grandchildren later, it is still a primary role. Of course the most concentrated and intense time care-giving was the two and a half years with my Papa, total care at 92 being blind, diabetic, and suffering from dementia.
It was day four of my stay at my daughter’s home in Pennsylvania caring…..
Here I was again walking along the path around the beautiful pond asking God about some changes I had made in my health. A strict drastic change over a period of months with my mostly organic diet along with some quality whole food supplements tailored for my body have made a huge difference in the quality of my life. It also has been a bit costly. Recently I added healthier and more costly skincare products which caused me to question…..
I was watching Little House on the Prairie and the episode was entitled “Remember Me.” It was about a woman who had been widowed and was now dying and leaving behind three young children. It was Pa Ingalls’ job to find the orphaned children a home. The woman dies and at the burial Reverend Alden reads a poem she had written.
Remember Me with smiles and laughter For that’s the way I’ll remember you all If you can only remember me…..
Lately, every time I read my granddaughter a child’s book, God begins to speak a message to my heart. It began with “Pete and the Blue Magic Sunglasses.” Summarizing, Pete the Cat receives these blue magic sunglasses from a friend because he has the “blue cat blues,” and when he puts them on, he has the ability to see things with a new cheery perspective. He then shares his blue magic sunglasses with his friends along the way to help…..
I am reading a book entitled “Hope for the Caregiver” by Peter Rosenberger and was reading the chapter on loss of identity. It brought back memories of the time I was caring for my papa. I remember telling my pastor once that when my papa passed away I wasn’t sure that I would know who I was anymore because our lives were so intertwined.
The author was sharing about the deprivation of attention and interaction of many caregivers. As a…..
Driving to church this morning a wave of sadness, all too familiar to me lately, hit my heart. Something about Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter evokes this sadness the most because these were the times we spent with my parents making memories and communing around delicious food. It makes perfect sense, and I’m sure many who have lost loved ones can relate. The passing thought to just skip celebrating and remain in bed under the covers may be more familiar to…..
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