This weekend we got to watch two of our grandkids. It was the first time for this experience and we were extremely jazzed about it. Of course, there was the Pregnancy Care Center Galas (Thursday night and Friday night)....and two funerals on Saturday, but, we did TRY to clear what we could. I didn't lead worship, etc...
So here's the deal - it's a stretching season for me. Learning how to care for my elderly parents has been tougher emotionally than I could have imagined. This week's challenge - how to get a wheelchair in and out of my Honda civic's trunk. (Thanks to a wonderful friend who met me at 2 doctor's offices, it was accomplished!)
I find a vulnerable place in my heart and mind when it comes to the questions, 'what's the next step, the next day, the next phone call going to bring?'
So, back to the kiddos. They arrived, and it became very apparent that the 3 year old was......sick. The next day brought 103 temp. He was really, really not well. The 1 1/2 year old was cutting 4 molars and 2 eye teeth. Get the picture?
The 3 year old looks very much like his dad. His dad had some serious health experiences when he was little. So, this weekend did I rise up as a woman of strong faith????? No. I became afraid. It was like living my son's experiences all over again, and it wasn't fun the first time. The verses that I rehearsed in my mind were - "BE STRONG IN THE LORD AND THE POWER OF HIS MIGHT" - and Joshua's "Be strong and very courageous." "I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength."
By the time the parents came to pick up the grandkids, the 3 year old was feeling much better....and I went to bed at 6:30pm last night.
It seems for both the generation before me that I'm caring for, and the generation that I'm caring for that comes after me the theme will be the same...."BE STRONG IN THE LORD AND THE POWER OF HIS MIGHT!!!!"
That's what I'm thinking about tonight!