Youngest Son is on his way to the wedding and then to college.  Five days just wasn’t long enough.  I never got to have a good talk with him.  What is in his heart?  Where will these days take him?  In my heart, I hear the call for relinquishment.  I gave him birth.  Can I give him wings?

Middle Daughter has started back to school at Beebe School of Nursing.  Her car, wrecked a year ago, is still not fixed.  “Maybe another week or two.”  (For what it’s worth, there are some repairs that are not safely trusted to Polytech’s Auto Repair Shop.)  She cheerfully drives a borrowed clunker, but what a glad day it will be when her beautiful little black Volkswagon is back in operation

Youngest Daughter is starting back to school in one week.  The summer has been too short, and it seems like it cannot be time for this to happen.  She has had quite a busy, exciting summer, and there are good, good memories, but there just wasn’t enough time to do everything.

Oldest Son is preparing for his great trek into the unknown.  Exciting ministry offers coupled with the prospect of the training of the next few months have made him anxious to be done with “this part of his life” and to get on with the next stage.  Tomorrow is his last day of work before leaving.  Then we have a week to prepare.  Lots and lots of things to get done.  And so many things that I’d like to say before he goes.  Will he hear?  Probably.  Will he listen?  I hope.

Cecilia has come down with a miserable case of shingles.  Cecilia, who on the best of days, can be challenging, is really causing me to cry out to my Heavenly Father for grace.  I don’t blame her for being a bit troublesome.  Shingles is a miserable disease, and I know she is uncomfortable. And when you can’t see and you don’t talk, it has to be frustrating.   We waited in the walk-in clinic today (her doctor is out of town) so that the State could have an “official” diagnosis on a piece of paper.  And of all the things that Linda hates to do, waiting is the hardest.  Especially in public places where there are people watching.  Today she threw her shoes while I was signing her in, pulled up her shirt, coughed and burped loudly and snorted about.  Now she has a Darvocet in her to help with the pain, and she is sitting quietly.  Nettie, bless her heart, has been co-operative, helpful and kind.  I’m sure it isn’t easy for her, either.

To be honest, I am so very tired.  And on days when the good-byes are so fresh as well as so pending, I long to see my Daddy’s face and hear his comforting words.

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  1. The Daddy you need to see and hear today, my dear friend, is your heavenly One, “Cast all your burdens upon me, for I care for you.”  “Be still and know that I Am God.”  “My grace IS sufficient.  My strength is made perfect in your weakness.”  FCBP, hug your Bible tight, close your eyes, raise your face toward heaven, and know that you are precious in His Sight!  Wait for His comforting touch.  Praying for you. 

  2. Anonymous

    Praying that you will feel the comforting hand of our Loving Father helping you along one step at a time….may He bring a Special Blessing into your life to remind you of His care and concern for you……..

  3. May the peace of God rule in your heart as you ‘let go’. And may the grace of God hold you up when your own resources are consumed.

  4. There are so many of us praying for you during this time of being stretched beyond the limits. I pray that you will feel a sense of being carried on the wings of our prayers. A song my sisters and I used to sing was called, “He Giveth More Grace.” The one verse says, “When we have exhausted our store of endurance, when our strength has failed ‘ere the day is half done, when we reach the end of our hoarded resources, our Father’s full giving is only begun.”Heavenly Father, may that be true for your daughter Mary Ann.

  5. You are in my prayers this night. I have been wondering about Audrey and am glad she is doing okay.

  6. Dear BEG, you have so many things on your plate right now, and know that I, too, am praying for you. Poor Blind Linda, to have such misery. The waiting room story sounds awfully stressful. How long does this malady last? And is she a willing pill taker?

  7. Wow, it’s all just happening…….May you  not become weary in well doing.

  8. BEG, please, take care of yourself.  You seem so “heavily laden”.  Do you ever get a quiet moment just for you?

  9. My heart goes out to you, and to Linda.  My, how we take our good health for granted–thanks for the reminder to be thankful for it!  My children aren’t at the same stage of leaving home, etc. as yours are, but I know I’ll face it one day and I pray we will have prepared them well for the challenges they’ll face. 

  10. You poor soul!  I know that shingles can be so very painful!  My husband had them after they removed his spleen when he had cancer 9 years ago, and he said that was more painful than anything he when through with his cancer.  He was on pain medication for quite a while (I think maybe 2 mos.), but after that he was fine.

    Don’t forget- God is watching over us, and He will not give us more than He gives us strength for.

    Miriam

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