Monday, October 10, 2011
WHERE YOU DO NOT WANT TO GO
Christmas Dinner prepared by my mother all by herself. Now she's exhausted, but happy.
How often has she sung to all of us, mostly the songs of Zion.
We now see through a glass darkly.
John 21:18 Very truly I tell you, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.”
We are mourning these days. My mother insisted on returning to Sauda, even though she knew it meant she had to spend some time at a home for elderly. She so badly wanted treatment for her feet, her left side broken hip,and her right side sprained ankle, and it must be trained by her special physiotherapist, Ton. That was her firm conviction.
My mother's favourite landscape, Jaeren.
Tonight she is where she always said she doesn't want to end, and she does not feel happy at all, her voice sounded tiny and scared.
We therefore are sad, the whole family.
"When one limb is aching, the whole body is hurting."
I woke up six this morning. Listening for the bumping sound of the roller. It is not longer here, nor the sound of the early nurses, chatting friendly a with my Mom as they carefully wake her up.
I need not get up to make her special breakfast or light candles in the kitchen.
I cannot sleep any more, so I steal out of bed anyway.
My Mom's waffles still are the best.
I have been reading a lot about angels lately. Both in the old and new testament there are lots of stories about how the servants of God are sent out to protect and bless the children of the Almighty.
I can feel your hand in mine
Psalm 91:11" For He will give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways."
Dear God, please send at least one to watch over my mother, night and day."
We've "seen to" many family graves throughout the years.
It has been a part of growing up.