Had to go to my mom's after dinner. She needed some supplies, got those and then took the kids to her house---changed her bedding, filled up her freezer again, got her sheets into the washer ready for her to turn on tomorrow, emptied trash, etc. Just basic stuff. But I always leave sad. It's like I can't do enough, and nobody's putting that one on me. I do it to myself. I feel bad when we have to leave. She'll most always be sitting at her kitchen table, or she'll be in bed. Always either one or the other. She's always glad to see us, which is good, and the kids are so sweet to her.
But tonight, the least one asked her if sometime she could have a particular quilt. Mom has quite a collection...beautiful pieces. Mom said she could have it right then. Not what we expected. Used to, she'd have made our youngest one wait. I think now she feels the end spiraling up in front of her, so is more willing to share. She even said she wanted me to take home one we'd put on her bed. Said her own grandmother had made it for her. Mom is 85, so that's one old quilt. I told her I'd get it next visit. Said I thought we ought to make tags for the ones she had, so that whoever inherited them knew the seamstress. Seems the right thing to do. I sure won't know.
Having one of those periods of life where the Lord is paring me down. I had the most distinct impression earlier today. I was asking Him about our current financial situation, not whining, but just talking to Him. Quiet prayer time in bed. I asked what was going on---what the reason for what we've been experiencing, and I kid you not, I got a flash of an image in my head with a sense of humor. It was like He was amused by my question. He said it was to get my attention. Believe me or not. I know some folks feel that God only speaks through the Scriptures, but I've had a relationship with Him from the get-go where I hear Him speak to me. Some folks can understand that and some don't. I respect the difference, but this is my experience. A sense of humor. I love that. Here I am getting my knickers in a twist, and rather than feel seriousness from the Lord, I almost hear a laugh.
Puts a totally different spin on everything.
