acceptance
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I cannot ask for “more” of anything. This is true. I cannot ask for:– more protection– more financial provision– more peace in my home– more friends– more health– more love from my children– more food– more rest– more talents and treasures– more Mom– more time to be “here” I could go on… Gratitude and thankfulness…
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I saw a photo of Mom taken in January on her birthday when we went to the casino. It allowed me to see how much she has declined over the past six months. I don’t see where, at this rate of decline, Mom will be here in another six months. She barely eats these days;…
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Sometimes…
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Easter Sunday. Quiet. Coffee. Home Group today. It was a busy week: hospice care, “Comfort Care,” case manager, social worker, RN, chaplain, drug delivery, freebie delivery. We made it through. Thank God whose presence and power I am aware of. New meds for Mom. She was really knocked out last night. It would be better…
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There are gifts in adversity. Being further drawn into recognition and acceptance of my complete dependence on God, as I understand God to be. It is a gift of powerlessness to choose to come back to the source again, and again and again. It is a gift of adversity to have the freedom to choose…
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The eve of my 30 year Recovery anniversary… A super-relaxing day. Read half of another good book. Getting a little antsy for home, but not to the point that it’s taking me out of the moments. Committed to making the journey back enjoying what there is to enjoy around traveling. Surrendering and releasing imaginings of…
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12:45 pm Pacific Time. Haiku, Maui. Whew! In the best of ways, I am finally getting the vacation vibe. Looking forward to seeing my son in law and spending time with him and continuing in this precious time with my daughter. My kids have proven to be some of my absolute best and brightest teachers.…
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This is the Just For Today* reading: “The Value of the Past”*Most of us come into the program with some serious regrets. We had never finished high school, or we had missed going to college. We had destroyed friendships or marriages. We had lost jobs. And we knew that we couldn’t change any of it.…
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Pretty intense week. I hurt Mom’s feelings twice in one day. Heck, in one hour! It felt awful, yet it was probably worse for her. We hung in there together until the next moment came. Having a little work done in the house threw her… and me. But we got through it. When I asked…
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And so it goes. More patience with Mom. Being willing to ask for help and share the burden of my heart with those few who know what I am learning: there is nothing to be fixed, managed or controlled here. Turning my mind’s focus in amazement at what she still can do, and not on…
Faith & Roses 