Faith & Roses

Mom continues to decline. It’s possible the much need respite I was blessed with was also to strengthen me for the “next phase.” Shaking hands. Diminishing appetite. Increasing withdrawal into… self? A cocoon of isolation. Decreased ability to understand verbal cues… instruction. Worsening depression. Mom is growing more tired of her physical limits and pains. A child full of fear emerges at will; moaning, pleading, fighting against… refusing.

This is the deal. This is where we are now. It’s where Mom is now. It’s about Mom. It is not about me. I’m simply being asked to stay by her for worse. There is no ‘better’ on her horizon. The assignment is a privilege. An honor. An opportunity to live above the ‘battle ground’ of the materialism of this life. To dwell a bit closer to God in the spiritual realm. The power source to show up, in joy and with gratitude and courage. Praying. Asking. Seeking. Knocking. For revelation, knowledge of God’s will for my life and the power to carry it out.