We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of a breaking heart
Better than a Hallelujah.
Such a beautiful mess my life is right now. The beautiful in my children . . . Daughter growing up so wonderfully, a beautiful young woman with a very good heart. Son has grown by leaps and bounds into a good man who, bottom line, will always do what is right. It's looking like mid-tour leave will coincide with the birth of his first child, His Daughter. It is all more than I ever dared to dream. My house is filled with the noise of a child again and much laughter and joy. My heart is full.
The mess in my aging parents. Mommy, who is 88, fell at church and fractured her hip. Daddy is 90 and in very poor mental and physical health. They chose to move to another state years ago when they retired, where they have had some of the best years of their life. One life. They are one person together, for 69 years now. I have teased Mommy for years that when they die, I will mix their ashes together and sprinkle them around their beloved home, which they built with their own hands, and more upon the mountain range that has been their front window view for over 25 years, the mountains they so love, where they feel God.
With the loving help of their church and neighbors, they were able to convince the social worker to release Mommy to home instead of rehab, so they could stay together. The church has arranged home nursing care, rehab, and meals. We cannot travel until Monday to check on them. My greatest fear right now is that social services will step in and declare them unfit to live alone.
My parents are old and in constant pain. They have expressed their wishes to die at home. We should all be so blessed to have the wonderful life that they have lived. I pray that the government will not step in and condemn them to a nursing home (they even refuse to let me take them in).
A time to be born; a time to die. It is part of God’s plan for us.
I believe it, I believe it.
Thank you Mommy and Daddy for the gift of Faith.
If you don’t believe it, that’s okay too. I love my non-believing friends the same. I am not imposing my faith upon anyone, for our God is not an imposing God. I am simply thankful for my faith, for without God,
There would be no beautiful in this mess.
Awe, right now, my life is a