The quest to entice my recuperating mom to eat continues. This is an egg salad sandwich, made extra perky by happy avocado slices. Again, Mom of the bird-appetite cleaned her plate. I think she likes happy food. To celebrate, Father Winter turned off the ice-machine and it was a scorching 37 degrees outside yesterday. I was ready to break out the bikini.
Instead, I went cross country skiing in the park down the street from my folks. I left Mom for an hour in the care of my Dad, since she is almost safely independent now. I only needed two layers, and with no danger of frostbite for the first time in a week, was able to let the sun shine on my face. Notice how much I look like Moms's egg salad sandwich.
But this morning, we are back to same old, same old. The temps will not leave single digits. There was a brief respite from toil and trouble... too brief. This is the pattern of life. It is often two steps forward, one step backwards. I've noticed that is true in Mom's recovery. Some days, some nights are harder than others and it seems she'll feel weak, just when we think we've turned a corner.
You know how that goes. Just when you think you have the world by the tail, it turns and bites you. So God reminds us, He has a plan for us. We will have troubles in this world, but when we turn to Him and put our lives and trust in His plan, He gives us a hope and a future.
And then Mom reached a new milestone this morning! She put on her shoes and socks herself! A hope and a future!
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AWESOME!
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