Helped a neighbor today, looking after their 5 year old and baby, while their mom went to help at the house of the grandmother who's now going into hospice care. Seems sort of deja vu-like, after helping out with another neighbor in a similar way, just 2 years ago. Seems I'm destined to be the perennial caregiver to the caregivers. I make sure the ones helping the dying are looking after themselves. Not sure that's a real job description, but it's odd to be talking to someone about hospice care and the like again.
Figured after my neighbor, Lisa who had ALS, died that my role as a helper in that way was over. Or at least that it'd be awhile before it happened before.
I was reminded of how we're the Lord's hands here on earth. Funny, but this is the neighbor who stretches my patience. Seems there's a lesson in this for me. Doesn't really matter what I feel, but I have to adjust my temperament, and be willing.
Figured after my neighbor, Lisa who had ALS, died that my role as a helper in that way was over. Or at least that it'd be awhile before it happened before.
I was reminded of how we're the Lord's hands here on earth. Funny, but this is the neighbor who stretches my patience. Seems there's a lesson in this for me. Doesn't really matter what I feel, but I have to adjust my temperament, and be willing.
Thankfully, the kids were great. I felt needed and totally understand these 40-something/50-something grandmothers who get tired after a day of looking after their grandkids. Babies are exhausting, and with our youngest being 6 years old, I'd forgotten. I don't have to tote her all about! Makes all the difference. :)
