Someday, i will be a really old woman (if the Lord so wills), and i will be dependent upon people. Because i have a fiercely independent nature, i don’t think this will be an easy journey for me.
As a matter of fact, I recently got a small taste of having to depend upon other folks. We sold my car to our daughter, leaving us with only one car. So hubby would drop me off and work and come back and get me at the end of the day. I had to get someone to take me to church, the grocery store…. everywhere I wanted to go.
I did not like this.
I’m used to being able to get in my car and go where I want to go when I want to go. Dave finally did rent a car for me to drive until we got a second vehicle, and I was greatly appreciative. I don’t really go that many places, but it was just the principle of the thing, you know?
So now we have our two cars again, and I’m able to get around without having to ask for a ride.
I needed my husband this evening. It’s been a stressful day, finding out that my work hours had been cut, which will mean a good bit of belt-tightening for a while. I’m up for that; we can make it, but I so wish my husband had been here to be with me when I got home. Instead, he was at the hospital sitting with a family whose loved one was in surgery. It’s what pastors do, and I don’t begrudge him that one bit, nor do I begrudge the family wanting him there.
It’s just that every now and then, I miss him. I have to share him with so many people, and sometimes he’s so drained when he gets home that he doesn’t really want to talk or interact. He just wants to sit. He’s a good pastor. He’s a better husband. He’s many things to many people.
And sometimes, I just miss him.
Dave’s mom moved into a new home. She’s almost 80 and this hasn’t been easy for her. One thing she did in this move is downsize, and she gave several pieces of furniture to Dave and me. This is a good thing for us, because 8 years of little boys in our home have pretty much finished off what furniture we did have. So I spent a good portion of today arranging furniture. That was fun, but it was also tiring and aggravated my arthritis.
A nice shower and some downtime on the computer, AND a couple of Tylenol…now, I’m ready.
May your Sunday be blessed and inspiring.
Phil is the middle grandson. He is a little sweetie, most of the time. When I picked the boys up for church this week, Phil said he wanted to come and live at my house. It seems that one of his favorite toys had gotten broken and he was mad at the person who broke it, and felt that if he came and lived with us, his stuff wouldn’t get broken.
I laughingly told him he couldn’t come live with us. Jenni’s boyfriend, D, popped his head into the room and suggested that Phil just go ahead and pack his suitcase and move in with us. Next thing I know, Phil is upstairs packing up a suitcase. He looked SO cute coming down the steps with his little suitcase–it says, “goin’ to grandma’s.”
Of course, he went back home after church. It was so sweet, though, and I have to admit that if I were a little younger, I’d spend a whole lot more time with those boys.