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| ~by carl holsoe |
A year ago today was when my mom had her stroke. Goodness, this year has brought an overabundance of drama, even not including Mom's lifestyle changes. I won't go into all of it, you've heard it all from me before, but it is mind-boggling what the human spirit can withstand.
Funny how hard times will either drive you to your knees or maybe to some bad habit. I don't drink or smoke, so those things are out. Just as well. It's having such a taste of desperation with my prayers this past year that's cut to the quick. I realize a casual attitude about prayer is pretty useless. You either mean it, or you don't.
I'm seeing what a waste of time certain things are, including some of the schoolwork our kids are required to learn, and I'm not kidding. My view of the value of minutes has changed. Everything is so fleeting. Seconds can bring about such amazing things, both good and bad. A stroke would be on my bad list.
This weekend we rest. Cook and eat. Nurture ourselves. Sleep. Read comforting books. Wear socks. Sit in the sun. Keep sweaters on Pugs. Run few errands. Stay in bed later. Drink copious amounts of hot tea. Listen to good music. Dance in the kitchen with Gary. Bake cookies. Love one another. And I'm just getting started with my list...
