Two
days left this year. Overall, it was not a bad year despite losing mom. She was
not happy or content. Now she is. I was not happy or content. Now I am. I am
still trying to find a new normal, a new routine, and a new reason for living.
I have not found the extra time I thought I may have. I do get to stay home
more. I don’t get late day calls and have to go to the ER. BUT I don’t sleep,
relax or find much more peace.
More
peace I need. I am learning the basics. No matter the situation, peace must
come from within. If the spirit of God lives within the soul then peace should
reside there as well. Life is what we make it. This is another reason I have
chosen abide as my focus for the new
year. I will abide in God and he will
abide in me. Fear cannot abide where faith in God is. Brokenness cannot coexist
within a heart that believes in God. Anger cannot be part of the same spirit
that worships the Lord. Despair cannot live in a Christian.
Sad
stories make me feel so blessed.
Sad
lives make me cry.
Sad
situations make me realize I am fortunate.
Lessons
from people who learned the hard way give me hope.
I
have not had a bad life.
Some
days and years have been harder than others but my life is charmed compared to
some.
When
Terry and I got married, I felt like a princess living a fairy tale. I felt so
perfectly happy. I did have some nerve issues but it wasn’t so bad. Then
Terry’s mom died unexpectedly and I felt the spell of good fortune was over.
His dad started to have health problems. He died the day after Christmas. Then
Matthew had nerve issues but I thought it was just childhood woes of having me
home all the time. He would surely
outgrow it.
He
did I thought. He finished school and got a job, moved off, and had a
productive life.
My
dad had a stroke. Mom was showing signs of dementia. Matthew moved closer. Dad
died. Mom was worse. She lived with us. She lived in dementia care. Matthew’s
nerve issues worsened. He became anxious and depressed. Then mom died. Terry
was so upset he hasn’t had his Fernwood dream come true.
When
do I stop whining? When do I stop begging? When do I realize life is damn good?
I must be grateful! I must be content!
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