Sunday Night: Catching Up

Well, this day certainly didn’t go as planned. First, we were getting dire weather reports of a cataclysmic snow storm overnight. It actually yielded about half-an-inch of snow. The temperature stayed right a freezing, and there was some rain. Dangerous driving conditions. So there was no Sunday school, only a morning service, which when I went to bed last night I fully expected to attend.

Best laid plans and all that.

I always know it’s going to be bad in the morning when I wake up several time in the night because I moved, and it hurt. So I wasn’t surprised at all to get up only to plop right back down on the side of the bed. Had to wait for my lower back and legs to wake up. Once I was mobile, I exchanged my cane for my walker. No church for me today.

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In the meantime, Terry was out there industriously clearing the driveway and the sidewalk, and clearing icy gunk off the windows of the car. He came in, ate breakfast, changed clothes. Left the house in plenty of time to get to church.

I don’t think it was five minutes before he came back. Radiator was leaking. (This was in our old Volvo, which I didn’t even know was drivable. Don’t know why he was using it.) He dealt with that, and journeyed off again. He’d be a little late, but not too bad.

Except he came back home again, and I honestly don’t remember what the problem was this time. In any event, we had a quiet day at home. I watched Ravi Zacharias on TV–he’s a great favorite of mine. Then I figured it was time to do my Sunday Morning Coffee post, but even though the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak. I just couldn’t work up the energy, and I feel really bad about that. I will pick up on the series I started two Sundays ago on why sometimes it feels God doesn’t hear our prayers, so if you’ve been following along with me on that, I will do the next part in a week.

It is becoming more and more of a reality to me that my body is not going to let me return to my normal self, able to take care of shopping, laundry, cleaning, cooking, etc. Those days are over, and I admit I’m struggling with accepting that as my new reality. I still do what I can, but what I used to do in a couple of hours now takes me all day, because I need to stop and rest.

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I understand this picture in a whole new way these days!

Terry has moved into the position of chief cook and bottle washer, and while I am so, so thankful that he is willing to do “my” work, I hate it that he has to. However, if I mention that it distresses me that he’s become a house husband, he just reminds me that I took care of him through various difficulties; took care of four kids, kept the house and all that goes with it, while working full time. “For better or worse, Linda, in sickness and in health.”

The “one-flesh”principle in the Bible becomes more of a reality to me all the time. I am blessed beyond anything to have a husband who willingly steps into whatever task needs doing. We’re going on 50 years in June. I can still hardly believe its been so long.

2 thoughts on “Sunday Night: Catching Up

  1. Love this post, Linda. I feel for you but I also know you have such great faith and gratitude, and are a fighter. It is my firm conviction that the Lord is so proud of His children who battle through the challenges of life with a good spirit and attitude, though He also allows us to be ourselves on occasion, if you get my drift. What can we possibly be thinking when we claim we are so greatly blessed when facing difficult circumstances? We both know the answer to that. The Lord Jesus loves us. We are loved by God! We are instructed to be thankful always and in all things and this gives us the courage to feel good anyway, and hope anyway, and love anyway, and expect the best anyway. And in those times when things don’t change outwardly, we count our many blessings and our spirits are lifted high enough to get through it anyway. One day in the future we will all be home but until then we must make sure the devil is still afraid of us, because of Him, and keep up the good spiritual work He has for us the best we can. I can only imagine how many black eyes you’ve given the devil in your time. I hope you feel better soon.

    Blessings to you.

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