Monday, May 6, 2013

here and there...

You may have heard the little ditty...."Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care...". I have found myself so weary this past week, that was the remark that came out of my mouth as I traveled the freeways and interstates with my husband. Here and and fro. To airports, to hospitals, back and forth.

And it is not my intention to dwell on the fact that the sunshine is on vacation...

Yet, there is so much good, and joy, and answered prayer swallowing me like a blanket. I want to abide in Him, fully, with trust and faith being stirred continuously.

Weariness has a tendency to grab my soul from time to time and joy flitters out the window...tweet, tweet. Fixing my eyes on Jesus, the author and finisher of my faith... I am reading the book of words of power and strength.

Alan is in Thailand, settling in, I want to think so anyway. He likes it so far. And I am having to do things I said I have no interest in doing in order to communicate with him on a regular basis. We are figuring out how it will all work for everyone concerned, daily. Time changes and schedules make it interesting.

We received a phone call Thursday night around 10:45, the time I was just laying aside my sewing to go and take a mother-in-law had fallen, and it looked like she may have broken her hip. My husband and I packed a small overnighter and headed out to make the two hour drive to the hospital. I am thankful to report she has come through surgery remarkably well and is being transferred to a rehab center today.

Tomorrow brings another adventure. My beautiful daughter is turning 17 on Wednesday, so just the two of us are making a junket to Richmond for a couple days. She is a" museumy" type of gal and there are some museums she wants to visit in this city.

I told George I loved him today; I realized he has established residence in my heart now. I still miss my Penny sleeping beside me at night, George prefers sleeping on a bedside chair instead, but he is here to stay. Therefore, I scattered a few here and there photos of him, being George, and all.

at the shore cum amica mea

So it was that on Thursday afternoon we headed out to the beach, two young girls (Charlotte and her friend), me and my friend, and Rancher, ...