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My mother just got out of the hospital yesterday and is doing fine, not sure what the problem was but it was not her heart Praise God. The reason I felt led to write this is.....
There was an elderly gentleman across the hall from her who was fine health wise from what I heard but was having some problems with dementia. His wife came to see him on Monday evening but did not seem to have any patience with him at all, she even gave the nurses what for when the did not come to him right away.
If he was awake he was calling for help, but when they went to him he was asking for a lot of different things, and didn't really need any help...so they didn't go to him right away. He wanted his white socks on but no one could find them.
The next day, yesterday, his doctor came in and told him that his wife had called and told them she did not want him to come home that she could not handle him anymore that they would have to take him to a nursing home., she was just not able to take care of him.
My heart broke for him and although I do not know his name I am praying for him and ask that all of you pray as well.
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Sometimes I know she feels so all alone.
And there are times she really wants us home.
These lines are from a song I wrote about my mother years ago. I don't think that I really knew how she must of felt until now, until this stage in my life.
It seems with my father, sister and now my brother gone it is lonelier somehow at Christmas.....you know there is that empty space not only at this time but all the time.
My daughter is so busy at this time of year, that we can't seem to get together like we used to. I understand that though,... she is a pastor's wife and lives two and a half hours from me. But still sometimes I miss her and even though I wrote these words about my mother years ago, I don't think I truly understood how heavy her heart must have been until now. Her heart heavy for her children, and grandchildren to be with her at anytime not just the holidays, and now even heavier now that her husband and all but one of her children gone on to be with God.
I don't really know why I am writing this--it just came to me this morning. Maybe I just needed to say, If you have family, love them, be with them as much as you can while they are here, and even while you are here. For those who have loved ones already gone, or even far away, cherish the joys you have and the joys you had. Sit back relax and enjoy each other. There are so many who won't have that chance this year. This sounds so depressing but I don't mean for it to be so.
I'll be home for Christmas, Lord willing, this year, and I pray that you will be as well. If there is a loved one that you have not spoken to in years or that you hold a grudge against....please....call that person and make ammends.
Cherish your family not just at Christmas but all the time, every second, every minute, every hour of every day.
I'll be home for Christmas, not in my dreams, Lord willing but in the flesh.
I wish you all a very Merry Christmas, and a wonderful time with your families, as we remember our Lord and our Savior's birth.
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I have been busy these past few months taking my mother to appointments so I haven't had time to be here much. I was reading this morning and this came to me.
I have often heard the comments that because Jesus was God's son, it was easier for Him to bear the trials, tribulations, and even the crucifixion.
In my devotions this morning I finally came to uderstand that the same Spirit that was with Jesus Christ--the Spirit that gave Him the strength to endure all that we endure and more, is the same Spirit that God offers us today.
Jesus retained His divine nature, and limited Himself to human attributes and powers during His time here on earth, to be an example of a sinless human being that could overcome sin and by His being anointed with the Holy Spirit could over come Satan.
We have that same Spirit offered to us today. The Spirit that will give us strength to resist Satan--the spirit that will give us strength in times of trouble, and grace in time of need.
Jesus had the Holy Spirit with Him because not only was He God's son, He stayed in direct communication with His Father--our God--our Creator.
We as His children have that same privilege and really that is what God wants....communication, fellowship, praise, and most of all love from His children that He loves so much.
Staying in God's word and striving to do His will, and talking to Him daily will help to keep us where He wants us to be, in the shelter of His loving arms.
Thank you for reading.
Blessings to you all.
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The following letter was emailed to me today. I just wanted to share it with all of you. Some of you may have read it, this was my first time to see it. I believe Mr. Carlin wrote this just after his wife passed.
A Message by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precio us thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
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She was just a little girl. Her father was a sharecropper, trying to make a living during the depression. They didn't have much, so when it came to getting shoes, they only had one pair to last them all year. They weren't fancy shoes mind you, but shoes that the little girl would come to call "brogans". Papa took her to town one day to pick out new shoes, she was so excited because she was going to be able to choose some new shoes. When she saw those pretty patent leather shoes they were the only ones that caught her eye. Her mind was made up she was going to pick those shoes. When they tried them on her, she knew in her heart that they were too small, but she just had to have them. When they asked her if they hurt her feet she said "Oh, no they don't hurt me." She never got to wear the shoes because they hurt her feet so bad. Today that little girl still loves to get new shoes, though not as fancy as she used to wear, but more practical so she doesn't fall. That little girl is my mother, though she is much older now that little girl is still there deep inside.
I was having my hair done a couple months ago, a rarity for me. Two ladies came in, a tiny little elderly lady and a younger lady, possibly mother and daughter, I'm not sure. The elderly lady went first and had her nails done. Then while the younger lady got her nails done the other waited. She had the biggest smile on her sweet little face. She would sit there and every now and then she would look down at her hands and start smiling again. It was almost like she could not wait to show her nails off. I thought how she must have loved having something like that done when she was a little girl, or a young teenager, and how good it must have made her feel to have it done that day. The little girl is still there.
Ten years from now, if I am still here, I will have probably given up trying to rub the wrinkles away with cream, or cover them with makeup, but deep inside I will always be a little girl. Little things that made me feel good back then, still make me feel good today. I am reminded of a song I wrote many years ago for my Daddy called "Daddy's Little Girl", here is a portion of that song...
Little girls grow up don't they Daddy?
Sometimes not the way we'd have them go.
But through the years though I have changed
One thing still remains the same
I'll always be Daddy's little girl.
Things have definitly changed, loved ones have gone on. I'm looking forward to the day we will be with our Lord and Savior, but I will always, always be a little girl, thankful for a Mother who raised me to know and love Jesus.
So the next time you look at an elderly person, don't look at the wrinkles, and how slow they may be or even how crabby or forgetful they have become, think about that little girl, or that little boy that is probably still..... right there, waiting for someone to do one little thing to make their day.
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