We have started the second half of 2016 and the good Lord know that the tides need to turn in the opposite direction. It is such a new season that I am finding it hard to deal with or comprehend. Totally new territory with the shocking stroke that my dear mother suffered at the tender age of 62. Yes, the hub has had 2 same day surgeries and still suffering.
One of the kids needed to have tubes put in due to mild hearing loss
Oh and the baby had a 3 hour surgery herself – her 3rd surgery – all before turning 2 years of age.
Of them all, I find it hard to wrap my head around my mother lying helpless. Totally helpless. I lied awake at night thinking about her and her basic needs. Things that I take for granted on a daily basis:
what if she needs to move
what is going on through her mind at the moment: can’t talk, can’t see, can’t eat on my own, will someone come in the thickest of the night to turn me over.
I cried out to God to heal her and make a miracle out of her for his own glory. If He so desires. My reading this morning led me to the book of Mark where many who were sick were taken to Jesus and He healed them. Not all of them.
But if she does not walk, talk, smile, sit on her own ever again – He remains a good God. And so in this new season, I am a bit loss, confused, and fearful. I look at my family and life through different lenses. And most of all, I am in desperate need of my Lord and Savior.
Come Lord Jesus – COME.