I Will Be Your Shadow

”If you’re alone, I’ll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I’ll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I’ll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I’ll be your smile… But anytime you need a friend, I’ll just be me.”

– Unknown

 

What a very special weekend we had! On Saturday, we packed everyone in the car and went to the park. This might not sound like a great feat but when you are hauling an 81-year-old woman and a 21 month old, it is quite the task. Aunt Gene, the 81-year-old woman, seemed to really enjoy the fresh air and adventure. She had been stuck in the house all week-long and it was a joy to get her out for a short while. She’s doing so good since moving in with us. I was worried about how we would all adjust to another member of the household but my worries were for nothing. Everyone has adjusted easily and she fits right in. It’s a blessing to be able to have her with us and I love that we are a bigger family now.

 

At the park, my son refused to slide or swing or anything besides sit on the bench and watch the traffic go by. He was in an odd mood. Not sure why but he simply didn’t want to play at that time. So we didn’t stay long but left there and went to eat at Shoney’s. After that, I took him to a 2 year old’s birthday party where, again, he was not interested in playing. Well, let me back up. He was not interested in bouncing in the bounce house. What he was interested in doing was playing with the pedal tractor and wagon. This little boy is obsessed with tractors and wagons! Of course this might have something do to with his Papaw having a tractor! Well, he was in luck on Saturday! The birthday boy’s Papaw had a real tractor and offered to take us for a ride. We happily accepted! My son was in HEAVEN!!!! LOL It was a good day.

 

He spent the night with his Papaw and Nana on Saturday night, then I picked him up Sunday morning for church. We tool Aunt Gene to church with us too and she seemed to enjoy that as well. It was a really great weekend!

 

Here it is Monday morning and time for the rat race! But I will not worry about all the problems ahead of me at work. I will rest my mind on the Lord and know that He will enable me to do good work. I’m so blessed and so thankful that I know the Lord as my personal savior. Without Him I can do nothing. I pray that He will guide me and be with me all day every day. God bless all who happen upon these words. Amen!

Growing Old

We are born. We grow as children until we become a fully matured adult. Then we begin to die. Slowly we grow older and older. There is no other way in this life. Death will happen to each of us. We cannot stop the hands of time.

With this in mind, how very hopeless it would be to live life believing this “is it!” How very unfair all the trials and suffering we must endure if this life were our only destiny. I thank God it is not. He said, because I live ye shall live also. He promised us an eternal life with Him in Heaven. This life is only a flash in time compared to the eternal life we are promised.

Today, we are moving my Great Aunt Jean into our home. Her health is failing and she can no longer care for herself. We are the closest family she has since she never had children of her own. Her options are either a nursing home or our house. And, although nursing homes are great in theory, we all know that the patients are not cared for as well as they should be. So, in her last years of life, we hope to provide her a little comfort and love.

Going from a three-person household (including a toddler) to a four-person household (with a toddler and an elderly person) is going to be a big adjustment for everyone. To be perfectly honest, I’m slightly scared. My fear simply stems from the unknown. I don’t know exactly what to expect. I’ve never been in this situation before and it’s scary. So, I must step-back and remember that I have no reason to be afraid because God is with me. He will provide. Upon His promise, I believe and I am comforted. I will not dread today. I will rejoice and be glad of today.

 

*The picture above is not of Aunt Jean but is of my dad’s Aunt Ima. I don’t have any pics of Aunt Jean, yet.