Saturday, August 25, 2012

Bounty of the Age Old Hills





The nights are getting cool, the air has a hint of autumn. It might be almost time to put away the kayak. With school in full swing for our little home university center, there is no time to kayak anymore except on weekends. It's ok. I love bicycling too and fall is perfect bicycling weather.

I bicycled to see Mom K yesterday, when Asherel had finished her school work. The hospital bed had arrived but alas, it was not able to be lowered low enough that she would be disinclined to get out of it herself! We don't want her getting out on her own, as she loses her balance and falls without someone there to catch her. Thus the higher hospital bed defeated the whole purpose. But then the manager popped in as Mom K and I looked at the bed.

"We could take off the wheels," he suggested. He used all his strength to lift an end of the heavy metal bed while I pulled at the wheels.
"Maybe someone can take off the wheels," I said, "But not me."
So, he called in the fix it man, who is a strapping young man accustomed to moving double dressers down two flights of stairs with one hand behind his back.
He got under the bed and lifted the whole thing up while the manager whacked off the wheels.

Mom K and I watched him incredulously.
"Oh to be young and strong," I said to her wistfully.
"Yes," she said.

But the bed was a different size than her old bed. It needed sheets that fit. Since I was on my bicycle, I would have to bike to the nearest store. I hurried off, waving at all the old people lined up on the porch of the Nursing home.
"Drive safely!" they called.
I found a store only ten minutes away, and I found a bed in a bag with everything I needed, even a bed skirt and comforter, marked down to $20! It had been $50 originally. I strapped the behemoth bag to my bike and pedaled back to the home. All the residents that had been on the porch were now at dinner. So without Mom K even knowing, I went back to her room, and put the lovely ensemble on her new bed. I rearranged the furniture so that the whole center of the room was now open and spacious and she could now watch TV from her chair and from her bed. Now if only it would keep her from getting up by herself...I guess that remains to be seen.

Before I had biked away, one of the ladies that sat by Mom K at dinner was on a porch chair next to her.
"Please Mom," I warned my stubborn mother-in-law,"Do not stand up without pushing this button to call for help."
"I'll make sure she doesn't," said Florence, the sweet lady beside her.
I touched Florence's cane, "And if she does try, I give you permission to bop her with this."
Florence laughed and patted Mom K's hand.
"Sure you will," laughed Mom K.
They are little miracles, little blessings, but nonetheless reminded me of my heavenly Father's kindness. A gentle quiet friend for Mom K, a strong young man willing to move beds and mountains to keep her safe, and a sale on just the size sheets I needed. As thought that were not enough, as I rode home, there was a tail wind with a hint of fall in the breeze at my back.

Genesis 49:25-26 (NIV)
because of your father’s God, who helps you, because of the Almighty, who blesses you with blessings of the skies above, blessings of the deep springs below, blessings of the breast and womb. [26] Your father’s blessings are greater than the blessings of the ancient mountains, than the bounty of the age-old hills..




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