I wanted to let you know that this morning when I got Al up he struggled. In fact he has struggled all day. It is as if his brain isn’t connecting to anything he wants to do. This includes eating, lifting his arm to his lips, standing, holding his head up. Sleeping restfully, sitting up, lifting his feet.
Although I am very thankful that we have only had to add one extra medication today, and out of what he can not do today, he could smile at me. He could eat with my help. He could drink with my help. He could stand with my help.
His attitude was very quiet most of the day. He slept quite a bit, but there was not the terrible misery that was there yesterday.
All the prayers were heard and healing of spirits were transferred right into our house and into Al’s body. God is good.
An hour before supper he wanted to listen to his audio cassettes. They were a gift to him from the minister at Hospice. He listens to one side at a time with his head hung and his eyes closed, but I know that deep inside of him he is listening.
I have to add here that with Al’s mentally challenged mind he knows that he went to church and Sunday school on Sundays. So the only day he will listen to these cassettes is on Sundays. Most of us would find that a bit odd, but I get it, because I understand how Al thinks.
He wanted to listen to Dr. Charles Stanley during supper so I turned it on. It was on the topic of trusting God. Al began to get teary-eyed a little bit. He just hates making a mess on the floor with his food. He gets so embarrassed when he can’t eat properly, that sometimes he will cry and curse his illness.
I used to tell him to stop talking like that but I don’t any longer. I let him vent and then I explain once again that the illness has no mind or brain and that Al has no reason to feel guilty for having this.
He was almost done eating and he looked at me with these big tear drops in his eyes. I asked, “what is it bud? I told you not to worry about the food on the floor. It helps my waist line getting down there and cleaning it up.”
He said, ” Mr. Stanley said that if you trust God he will always hear your prayers and answer them.”
“Yes, all we have to do is believe in him and keep him close to us.”
” Then I must not trust him enough, because he won’t get rid of this stupid sickness.”
“Well bud, you just tell God that you are tired and he will know what to do.”
I got up from the table and went to my bathroom and wiped my tears and blew my nose. http://youtu.be/EeeZr6uIHj4
- Dr. Charles Stanley warns America (fggam.org)
- Sharing In Touch Ministries & Dr. Charles Stanley’s Principles “How God Gets our Attention” (inspirationsetc.com)
- Dr. Charles Stanley’s Daughter Reflects on Growing Up as a Pastor’s Kid and Her Dad’s Example (blackchristiannews.com)
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After spending time with a group of people, do you feel energized and ready for anything or do you want to hide in the corner with a good book?
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I don’t know if it is because I am no longer in the social rings, but then again that is a silly statement. I have never been in the social rings. I guess I am thinking about when I used to pick up the keys, get in my car and run to Wal-Mart or maybe go see my girlfriend a couple of hours a way.
I had quite a few guy friends and they were less into my business and yet so much fun to hang with.
Now that I am older I can even look back to when I was a young mother. I still only had one or two friends and my family and my extended family were my friends.
Today I still have one or two close friends. I guess I have remained who I always have been. Yet there are subtle changes I see in me. I don’t like crowds of any kind. Whether it be a beautiful wedding, or a graduation, most likely the only way you will see that I was there is when you recognize the hand-writing and the signature on the gift inside the card.
It just makes me so nervous to be in too big of space with too many heads bobbing up and down walking and mingling.
It makes me think back in my life when I went through big-time panic attacks. My eyes would bug out. I thought I was going to lose touch with reality.
All I wanted to do is race somewhere, anywhere, just escape the crowd.
If I am forced out of guilt to attend a very special function, I latch on like a frog’s tongue to one person, two at the most. I would hang with them and watch the clock to see what time it was so I could make a respectable escape.
Once out of the situation I would grab my smokes and inhale deeply and breathe a sigh of relief that the nightmare was over for me.
I guess this means that I like being home most of the time better. A couple of good friends does me well, and I can dress casual, shorts and Tees. Yep friends, I am definitely not a party animal.
No books, no TV, no extra energy, just give me a bed because by now I need a nice, long nap.
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