I took this walk to try to work off at least three of the
calories that I have consumed lately. I have determined that I now easily munch
all the sugars and carbohydrates to be labeled a stress eater. In the past, such
worries had me avoid meals while my stomach rumbled in anger of any situation. That
obviously is far from the truth as I chomp away throughout the day blaming
Bob’s new diagnosis on my latest food frenzies. We went out to eat last night
following a late afternoon doctor appointment. The waiter even giggled at the
speed in which I consumed the first loaf of warm bread. (To my benefit however,
it was somewhat low calorie since I refrained from the use of any butter.) I
lost any hopes at reduced calories when it came to dessert for I wolfed down a
huge piece of Hershey chocolate cheesecake almost nipping a few of the waiter’s
fingers. (Hey, wait a minute! It could be low cal since I didn’t waste time
with the huge mountain of whipped cream added to a corner of the plate.)
As I was walking this morning, I noticed the sad appearance
of so many trees in the neighborhood. Since we needed to cut down two of our
huge trees this summer due to illness, I am noticing many more trees in trouble.
(Why is it that you suddenly see so many examples once you are interested in a
subject? It’s like being pregnant and seeing tons of other women “with child.”
Or buying a unique color of car and suddenly noticing a gazillion of them on
the way to the grocery store.) Look up towards the top of trees in your
neighborhood and see how many branches are bare. The top tends to be the first
place you can see any serious illness in most trees, or so I was told by the
arborist who gave us our dismal news on our trees.
That’s somewhat true with people too. My mind is obviously
on the many individuals suffering from varying forms of dementia or Alzheimer’s.
As I type posts on various boards devoted to this population, I almost hear the
cries of heartbroken loved ones making the difficult decision of the best
residence to provide. Can home care still be provided with some additional help
or does another dwelling have to be considered? What help can I provide while
still working to pay for medical support? Why do people stare at the
difficulties my loved one is trying to hurdle as he slowly stumbles along the
path? Who is the best doctor who will understand the pharmaceutical information
that is daily or even hourly changing?
It all starts at the top. Maybe God has it that way so we
can also cast our eyes more easily on Him. I can’t imagine going down this path
without God at my side. Yet this is one of the only times in my life when I
have cried out in despair, questioning this horrid affliction causing havoc in
my husband’s body. Will I be strong enough? Will I make the right decisions?
Will I be able to meet those wedding vows of “in sickness and in health?” Will
I wisely make monetary decisions? Will I still seek His presence when Bob’s
health continues to wither?
I need to look up. Then I’ll see my true comfort and rest
assured that life is good.
God Uses Our Love to Prove that Life is Good
I look up now and
see the man of my dreams by my side. Aaaah! Life is good.
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