My high school Bible

 I had some pretty big (to me) problems arise. I  was so used to having Hubby, make most of the decisions,  because,  well,  I wanted it that way.

Not, that we didn't discus what we should do.   We always made the big decisions together.

Well, that sure back fired!  I am now left, with making all the decisions and tending to his care.

Thank God, for God. 

I was tossing most of the night, over some decisions.  Pretty big ones.

Then a voice said "remember what Mary wrote in your bible"

Those words, have meant do much to me through the years. 

I calm my mind.  Remember Mary and know, if I put my trust where it belongs, then everything will be alright.

Somethings will just fall into place.

It's not all bad

I do have good news and good things to share.

My first good news is:  

Having the opportunity to  review a new book.  

Homespun Devotions was written by Cheryl E. Smith the owner of the blog 

Biblical Minimalism: An Exciting Announcement!

Every page, every chapter of this book, has held answers to my questions.  

Cheryl writes, as if you were sitting in the same room and she was sharing her experiences of how God is moving in her life.  

Such a good reminder to me, at this time of my life, that God is indeed, in control.

I pray

God, give me the strength, the knowledge and the grace, to carry on.   As the days pass, Steve gets a little weaker, or forgets even more.

One of our daughters, lives three hours away.   That amounts to a six hour round trip. She comes to visit her dad, and he doesn't know who she is.  I know this just breaks her heart. We do the best we can, to tell him and usually it isn't very long and he say's "Oh yes". 

Now, I don't know if that means he really knows, or if he is still covering up the fact that he has no idea.   Sometimes she brings the boys with her, and then he wants me to write out their names.

Tastes and likes have all changed and that is just this past week.  Keeping up with groceries and having the right food,  has become an unwelcome chore.  I am leaning to cook a dish, have it rejected, then I put it in the freezer.  Our freezer is full by the way.

Who know, next week, it might be a favorite.   

The mess on my dresser, held a pink box.  That box came from my sister. That little pink box, holds my angels.

This sums it up!

My life on a dresser.  When I woke this morning and looked at this dressed for the hundredth time, I thought yup!  that's me. 

A mess, a total mess.  It represents all my good intentions.  I really do intend to clean it. I intend to go one step further and stage it.

All those beautiful blogs I visit, showing me just how wonderful life is. Neat and clean an so pretty and peaceful,  all organized.  Oh yes, they assure me, that I too, can all this beauty in my own home.

It's not about stuff, it's about life.  My life is the dresser. A real train wreck!