Saturday, February 16, 2019
"And then Satan said, 'Put the alphabet in math.'"
I stopped at Harbor Freight to get some rivets for the floor pan replacement and thought, "The guys shopping in here all look like they live out in the woods in old single-wide trailers."
Mom turned 96 two months ago. I think she'd agree that's too old.
This week we learned that the residential home where she's been living for the last year is going to close in a month, requiring yet another move. In 1969 my folks moved into a home they built out in Edmunds and lived there until they moved to the Ida Culver House in about 2008. That was a hard move for my mom and I think she's still pretty ticked at her three sons for (what she saw as) pressuring her into leaving the home she loved. But both of them needed to be at a place like ICH where they would have their own apartment but still have things like meals in the dining room and help with some of the housework.
After dad died on Christmas Day, 2017, it was obvious to all of us (including her!) that it was time to get more care than ICH provided. God guided and she moved to Nordic Woods, a converted house run by a wonderful couple with room for 6 residents and staffed by terrific gals who are skilled and attentive. We don't know what led to the owners' decision to close on such short notice, but we hope it's not a family crisis of any sort. It really was a near ideal place for mom to live. In the last year her combination of physical problems has her in chronic pain and severely limited re. mobility. She can't walk any more because of her arthritis and has very limited movement of her right arm because of a permanently dislocated shoulder. Add in a hernia and no possibility for surgery for anything because of a weak heart and life is tough and pain filled. Now add in the need for another move to new surroundings.
I just got a phone call that my younger brother had taken her to the dr. because of bleeding and he said she needed to go directly to the emergency room, where she is now.
"Dear Father, heal my mother. If, at this point, that is the ultimate healing we would all see that as an expression of your grace and love. Her eternal home is secure and her life would be pain free."
It is still raining. Hard.
How many inches in a cubit??
Every few months UFC has a catered "Meet the Pastors" lunch for those who are new to the church. This will be my first. We never attended one when we started attending and I think this is the first since I joined the staff.
I hope nobody asks me any questions because I'm pretty sure I won't have any answers beyond "Down the hall on the left."
Last week in class I told them about the Greek empire and tomorrow we'll cover the Roman empire. I enjoy teaching that content and watching people have an "aha" moment when they learn things like why everybody is speaking Greek in the NT when the Romans (Latin) are running things. And why the Greeks and the Romans had basically the same set of gods.
The class is going really well and even though we're half way through the OT we still have new people starting to attend. Good on 'em for jumping in!
We have fun.
We've had dinner and are settling in to some British drama on PBS. But a bit ago I got word that they're sending mom back to Nordic Woods from the ER. No diagnosis, no meds, no nuthin'. I'll wait to hear more news when it's available, and until then we pray for her healing, however that happens.
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