This is a part of Lisa=Jo Baker where she gives you a word to write about for five minutes. I originally wrote this post last week after having had a rough week. The word is lost. I felt lost. But the truth is I am not lost.
My husband and I made a choice two years ago to help his mom. She is legally blind. My husband is her oldest son and we have been here two years this June. Doug’s dad passed away June 8, 2012 and my husband promised to take care of his mom. When a decision like this is made, there are many adjustments. We gave up our home and moved from Valley Center to Ramona. Most of the adjustments have been made. Most days, I am able to count my blessings and I am thankful that we can help my mother-in-law. As her health declines, more adjustments will need to be made.
There are times I dwell on what I have lost. Some days I feel like I have lost my privacy. Some days, I feel like I have lost my husband. When we moved in, I gave up a 2200 square foot house and I have most of my belongings in storage. We have a large room attached to the house, but I lost a living room, a dining room, a kitchen (I really miss a garage disposal}. I realized shortly after moving here that there are rules. For example, I have to take telephone calls in my room. I can not talk about God. So many rules, makes my head spin. Some days, I would like to be lost. However the truth is God knows where I am. He is faithful. He gives me strength. He loves me when I think ugly thoughts. I honor my husband by honoring his mother. There may be days when I wish I was lost, but the truth is I will never be lost because nothing can separate me from the love of God. Romans 8:38-39
If you are a caregiver, if you are a daughter-in-law, remember God know where you are. If he knows the number of hairs on your head, he knows the sacrifices you are making. Stay strong. Be encouraged. Blessings Diana