December 19
Less than a week to Christmas. I had mixed emotions all day.
Being a caretaker is tiring. I remember Mom saying about Dad, he’s not difficult, but it’s the every day, every hour making sure he had what he needed.
Norm isn’t difficult, and he does more on his own than my dad did, but the constant need to be on guard for changes and to be aware of when he needs encouragement takes its toll. Norm lets me go out with friends and family, so I’m not housebound, but I am weary today. It’s been a rough two weeks.
I’m hoping for a much better week next week, so we can visit my niece in her new place for Christmas dinner.
I finally put up a few decorations, my heart is not into putting in the effort this year, only to take it down…
One of my favorite memories as a child was when I would wake before dawn Christmas morning and turn on the lights of the tree, sit on the register to stay warm, and enjoy the glow. I will put up a tree and its lights tomorrow…perhaps it will help.
I am thankful for the love and prayers of many family and friends.
I pray for those who are suffering from illness, loss of a loved one, and broken relationships…comfort and wisdom for all.
I rejoice that God remains faithful at all times in every way.
Though the fig tree should not blossom and there be no fruit on the vines, though the yield of the olive should fail and the fields produce no food, though the flock should be cut off from the fold and there be no cattle in the stalls, yet I will exult in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength, and He has made my feet like hinds’ feet, and makes me walk on my high places. Habakkuk 3:17-19
TRICIA LATHROP 