The Magic of Ordinary Days

Yesterday was a very good day. D stayed awake most of the time and we talked and had a lot of laughs. He requested a Turkey Reuben from Jason's Deli for dinner (and ate it all!) He called our church maintenance men to install some mini-blinds to help keep out this crazy 105 degree heat we are enduring. (I ask myself at this time every year, "Why do I live in Texas in the summer?")

We were able to get a flight for D's daughter E and her boyfriend M to come see us in a few weeks. D's other daughter, H will come that weekend as well. Praying for a sweet time for all.

My friend, J, stopped by with healthy food from fellow teachers last night and whisked me off for Mexican food for about an hour. Would I eat a little queso? she asked. Well: YES. (And I've already thanked her that the queso has left the body along with everything else in my intestines. Just in time for the Curves weigh in. Taking it for the team, J.)

Sweet emails and calls from family and friends. All in all, a very good day. A peaceful island retreat from the cares of the world.

Today, D is very tired. Our pastor has stopped by with sweet words and prayer. Words from Romans 8 that nothing will ever separate us from the love of God. Words from Matthew that even Jesus in the garden asked God to "take this cup away from me", but asked His will to be done. As we do.

And this afternoon, Hospice is coming to our home. This is a good thing. We will have continual access to pain control and fulfillment of practical needs. This does not mean we are throwing in the towel: we are just reaching out to hold a helping hand.

And God continues to keep us at peace. 

Now if He would just do something about this Texas heat.