Well technically I haven’t been on a break, but it sure
feels like it. I’ve been busy and just plain overwhelmed and I just haven’t had
a lot of time to blog. Our computer broke and that also put a damper on my
blogging activities. But now I am up and running again.
I have to tell you that for the past probably 8 months I
have felt weary. That is the best word to express the emotions in my heart. It’s
more than just tired. It’s more than just stressed and overwhelmed. It is
weariness. I feel drained. This situation going on with my mom is bigger than I
had imagined. I’m still holding out hope for a quick and easy fix, but at this
point I’ve resigned myself to the fact that until we can get some answers, I’m pretty
much a caretaker.
Don’t get me wrong she can still do a lot, but she also
struggles a lot and with that comes the responsibility of helping her out. It’s
rough because I don’t mind it, not even a little bit. I would do this one
hundred times over in a heartbeat. She is my mother. I love her
unconditionally. It’s what you do. However, she realizes that I am having to “help”
a lot. She has begun to feel like a burden. I NEVER want her to feel like a
burden. I try to disguise the “help” as something fun, but just because her
mind is fuzzy right now doesn’t mean she’s not
still sharp. She knows…and it bothers her. In my overprotective, I don’t
want anything to bother her stage, I try to insist and bargain and persuade to
let her know I don’t mind. She has trained me well and God has prepared me for
this … and just to let it be for a while.
But I can’t imagine someone coming in and taking over balancing my checkbook,
taking me grocery shopping, and checking in with me when I am alone a
ridiculous amount of times. I can’t imagine how she must feel and that is what
truly breaks my heart. It is what truly leaves me feeling drained. Not because
I mind any of it but because I want to fix all of it. I want to make her
better. I want to help her find her old self and for things to go back to the
way they used to be.
Over the past week we have noticed a sharp decline in her
mental functioning. I’m hoping it was just a result of stress from my grandma’s
funeral, but honestly I’m scared. I don’t understand why we can’t get answers.
I don’t understand why she’s getting worse. I don’t understand any of it. And I’m
tired …
But you know what I was reminded of over the last week. God
is still good. Even when the world’s gone gray and the rain’s here to stay He
is still good. He offers rest for my weary soul and I can lean heavy on Him. He
is strong enough to bear my burdens.
He is enough …
I don’t have to get it all right. I don’t have to be
perfect. I don’t have to have it all together. I can just be me and I can take
me and lay it down at his feet and it is enough for him.
I needed that today. I need to just sit at his feet and
rest. I need to allow the truth that I am not in control, I cannot change
circumstances and I’m along for this ride no matter where it takes me just wash
over me today. God just wants me ... isn't that good news today?