Count It All Joy

Still waiting on our circumstances to change. I recall not too long ago, two years or so, where I gave thanks on this blog ( for so many good things happening in my family's life and yet here I sit almost three years later, complaining about things that I am waiting on to change in our circumstances. It is hard because I want to be more mature than this. I want to be walking in "awareness" of His good and faithful provision, "Counting it all joy...". I am thankful for a group of women in my lifegroup who help keep me remembering how good of a God we serve. They listen to my woes, but remind me to keep my thoughts on things above. It is not all about me, or me and thee. It is about a mighty God who knows me and hears my cries and listens and answers. I love His answers. I may not see them, I may not feel them, but I believe them.

"Count it all joy, my brothers when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have it's full effect, that you may be perfect and complete lacking in nothing. "

While I am
James 1:2-4

Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus

Thirty is just a number

My middle-est is joining the ranks of women who have looked a number in the face and crossed over with strength, vigor and just the tiniest look back over their shoulder.
Enjoy the ride!

Ain't She Purty?

my bff

Ilon Rain.

The Mind is a Mystery

I am spending time with my mother while my dad is recovering from surgery. She is a delightful woman who lifts her hands and thanks God all the time. She also has Alzheimers Disease. My mother has no short term memory. She has not been able to remember new names and faces or current information since the disease took over her brain. Once in a very great while a new snippet of information will work it's way into her memory bank and she will be able to hold on to it, but not often.

She does not remember why I am here. Every few minutes she turns and looks at me and asks me where her David is. Then she asks if he is okay and if he will be home soon. I answer her and we move on and then she turns and asks again. I don't mind answering her, ever. Each time she asks it is as if she had never heard the answer. I do have alot of appreciation for my daddy who is the one who cares for her and answers her questions over and over each day, all day long. He probably needed this little break in the hospital.

We just took a walk around the facility where they live and she stops and points out the details in the artwork that is on the walls. "Look at that pretty flower. Someone painted everything that you see in that picture. Look, there are three flies in that painting." My momma used to be a painter. She loves to see the brush strokes and a flower with light on the petals. She has always had an eye for color and detail. Even as I type, she has just asked me again about her David. We are off to the hospital where she will sit in the chair by his bed and hold his hand and look sweetly at him and blow him kisses. Then she will ask him why he is there and when he gets to go home. She just told me that she "sure has missed him".

I miss my mother but I have heard so many horror stories from friends who have parents with Alzheimers who have lost all of their true self and kindness. I love that she has still got the love of Jesus smiling through those pretty blue eyes.

I am looking forward to talking to her again in Heaven one day. I have lots of questions stored up for her too.