Monthly Archives: February 2017

Until We Meet Again

I miss you, Mama.  It hasn’t quite become real, yet, but with God’s Grace and Guidance, I’ll be fine.  In the mean time, you are awed by the Glory of God’s eternal Kingdom, catching up with family and friends and exploring that beautiful city of God.  You’re in no pain, nothing makes you sad and you are in the best place ever created.  There are  no more shadows in the dark corners to keep you awake, no more pills and oxygen hoses to weigh you down.  You are in the very presence of our LORD and Savior.  Yes, Mama, I’ll miss you, but I also rejoice for you.  I look forward to our glad reunion, someday, in God’s perfect fullness of time.

Psalm 38:8-10 “I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart. Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee. My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.”


It’s THAT Day.

My head knew it was coming.  My heart doesn’t want to accept.  The LORD called my Mother home this afternoon.  Heaven is a far richer place for her presence.  She just hasn’t been the same since Dad passed away two and a half years ago.  They were the perfect example of Jesus’ love….Dad would have done ANYTHING for my Mom.   My brother and I didn’t realize exactly how deep 58 years of marriage had entwined their hearts and souls together.  Or how much meticulous care he provided for her, from helping her in and out of bed, to putting on her shoes and socks as well as doing most of the cooking.  He poured his life into hers.  And she adored him.  Bless my dear Brother as he carried on in Dad’s stead, caring for Mom ever since Dad died.  Living three states away , and with genetic autoimmune issues of my own, I could only get there several times a year to help when I was able.

Yes, Mom, gone is the bone on bone joint pain you suffered in your right hip and knee for years, the A-Fib irregular heartbeat,  the MRSA.  All the human frailty and infirmity have been replaced by by that new, perfect body God’s Word promises us.

2Corinthians 5:5-8 “Now he that hath wrought us for the selfsame thing is God, who also hath given unto us the earnest of the Spirit.   Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord:  (For we walk by faith, not by sight:)  We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”

This has been her earnest desire, her heartfelt plea.  To be absent from the pain and suffering.  Yes, it means a temporary separation from the loved ones still here, but our Hope is in the LORD as well, and we know that glad reunion day is not that far away.  So how can I be hurt or angry, knowing where she is?  Sad, maybe, but for myself, not for her.  One day, we will be together at Jesus’ feet.  Until then, my Hope continues in the LORD and His promises of a bright, eternal, PAIN free forever.

And…..We Wait…..

Wow.  Totally immuno suppressed.  But what does that really mean?  Yes my MIND knows I need to be very careful about known dangers. Stay away from people with colds or the flu.  But my heart simply didn’t grasp it.  Most of my life, I have been fairly healthy.  For two and a half years, ever since my Father died, I have been traveling 425 miles back and forth to my home town the help my Brother care for my 80 year old Mother.  She’s been hospitalized several times with various pneumonia, congestive heart issues, A-fib and most recently with very low oxygen levels/high C02 levels.  Three visits to the rehab center in between.  Then a few good weeks at home.

About 10 weeks ago, I went to help when Mom got out of 4 weeks of rehab.  We were able to get her set up with a visiting Dr. who treated her bacterial pneumonia at home.  A month later, I’m still wheezing and coughing with whatever I picked up.  I can’t seem to shake it.
After I got back home 8 weeks later, Mom was solid for about a week.  Late Saturday night/Sunday morning, Mom’s O2 levels started dropping again.  My brother had to call the squad and she’s back in ICU.  She as finally weaned off the respirator this morning. That’s the good news.  Monday evening she tested positive for MRSA.  Yes, it is VERY contagious.  Yes, I went to the Dr. this morning and as swabbed.  And now I wait, 24 to 48 hours for the results.  And yet, I am at peace, knowing that God is bigger than all of this.  Besides, what’s one more adventure in Auto-immunity Land?  So, in the mean time, I wear a mask when around others, because I am still coughing my head off, I wear nitrile gloves when touching food and stuff, and I’m using Lysol wipes on all the door knobs, drawer knobs, faucet handles etc.

Note:  My MRSA tests were negative, Praise God!

Until then, I will cling to one of my favorite passages of Scripture:

Romans 8:26-31 “Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.   And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God. {because: or, that}   And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.   For whom he did foreknow, he also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brethren.   Moreover whom he did predestinate, them he also called: and whom he called, them he also justified: and whom he justified, them he also glorified.   What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?”

And I pray peace and strength, hugs and extra spoons for all my fellow warriors.