I stayed the weekend with Mom and Dad. At this point in time I am really a listening pair of ears in the dark of the night as Mom removed her hearing aids to sleep. I heard a small crash in the next room between Friday night and Saturday morning. I knew it was nothing serious, but I got up and asked "Are you alright?" from Dad's doorway. He had been up to the bathroom, got disoriented in the dark, and knocked his little clock off the night stand. I turned on the dim light, he picked it up and climbed into bed. Yesterday we went out and bought him a "Touch Lamp" (for Christmas) and set it up by his bed where he can turn the light on and off before getting out of bed and after climbing back in.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.