Category: Prayer


God really does answer prayer

I’m late posting today but I forewarned you last week  I might be.

As it turns out while it’s been really busy with my brother being gone, it’s also been going really well.


Mom has not been confused once so far. She is sleeping better at night. I’m hoping the “cocktail” I have her on is working. I think though it might be more a combination of things:

  • Her “happy light” that shines on her for thirty minutes in the morning. (I bought mine through Amazon.)
  • The fact that I’ve kind of kept her busy and distracted.
  • The fact that she’s had a lot of people coming in and out.
  • Who knows?

For me, I believe prayer is the biggest explanation. But remember when we pray for something, it almost always means we will be required to participate in some way. If you want to read more on prayer, just search the word and you’ll find lots of posts.

For now, I’m not going to over-analyze. I’m just very grateful that the week is going well.

You know my mom has been diagnosed with dementia. We have seriously questioned that diagnosis and even her caregivers question it and they had their share of dementia patients. If you’ve been reading my posts about my mom, you know I”ve been all over the place, accepting it one minute, and denying it the next. We know the confusion is real at times but physical illnesses other than dementia can cause confusion.

It doesn’t matter in the final analysis because my brother and I are committed to keeping her in her home as long as we can.

So bear with me this week. I’ll do my best to post every day.

I hope your day is going well. Everybody has “something” don’t they?

God bless and have a good day.

PS  I think our new floor gets installed tomorrow. I’m taking pics so I can show you. I am so excited although the timing is not good. Will tell you about that later.








When your heart breaks, what do you do?

I was off the blogging grid yesterday. The last twenty-four hours have found me in crisis mode.

My mom fell again. And we are now making plans for her I prayed I would never have to make.

When I say “pray”, I do mean “pray”. I’ve prayed so hard my mom would never have to leave her home; I’ve worked so hard to keep her safe but we couldn’t convince her she needed to use her walker. This time, she broke three fingers, (she broke her wrist three months ago), hit her head, has a black eye, and has some bruised ribs.

I had already started the process earlier but today we finished it all up. I think she will be going there tomorrow. I’ve cried a lot today. I will be crying harder tomorrow. I can’t even imagine how I can do this.


Thank goodness, I don’t have to, imagine it I mean. All I really have to do is “show up” and let God take control.

This is a post about “grace”. The grace of God that is always sufficient (meaning enough). And you see, God’s grace doesn’t mean we don’t cry, that we’re not sad, that we’re a “tower of strength”. It means none of that. So what does it mean?

Let’s look at this verse and those surrounding it:

 Three times I pleaded with the Lord (Paul’s thorn in the flesh. We don’t know what it was. ) to take it away from me. But he (God, probably through prayer or insight) said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships,in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Corinthians 12: 9-13

It isn’t about us. The grace that is sufficient is the power of God that is being perfected through the grace that flows through us. Now we can tap into that grace or not. We don’t have to take this grace. Like many of God’s gifts, we can refuse them. And sometimes we refuse them unknowingly. We do that by not trusting God to get us through whatever we are facing.

I have felt God’s grace settling on me even prior to this event. I can look back a few days and realize I’ve had this increasingly sense of peace and a kind of  “knowing” that this day was coming soon.

I can’t explain it.

I only know it.

When she fell, I didn’t rush to her home. My brother and friend were there and are quite capable and she was conscious and in no severe pain and an ambulance was on its way.  I knew my time would be better spent getting all the things in motion I had already explored earlier. I had total peace about my decision. Plus, I had to connect with God and think through things. I left within twenty minutes.

We were in the emergency room for seven hours. Finally, they found a reason to admit her.

This morning the administrator from the Assisted Living Facility came up and we completed the paperwork which is when I lost it. It was so hard to even think about her not going back to her home.

I’ve been thinking these last twenty-four hours how yesterday was the last time I was going to see her in her home.

And my heart is breaking, sadness crowding out everything else.


Even as I write, the tears well up and I have to remind myself that God’s grace will be in full force tomorrow through my tears. That my tears have nothing to do with lack of faith. If that were the case, how would we explain Jesus’s tears over the death of his friend Lazarus, or his tears in the Garden of Gethsemane? We couldn’t.

So like Paul, I will boast of my weakness, of my tears. When I am weak, in the sense of admitting to my fears, God can become stronger.


Think of me tomorrow. We’re not totally sure that will be the day  but it’s pretty certain. And if not tomorrow, then Friday. The point is she’s not going home.

No more holiday celebrations in her home. No more sitting on the deck in warm weather drinking iced tea. No more sitting on the couch while she sits in her favorite chair and while we talk about things. No more just me and her in her home.

But she still knows me. I don’t think that will change. I think much of her memory loss and confusion are due to the bumps on her head. But the cause doesn’t matter, anyway, does it? The condition is still the same.

So there will have to be new memories made. Somehow. Thank goodness I know countless others have been where I am now, hearts breaking. There’s something to be said for that. They lived through it; I will, too. What choice do we have when we encounter life’s really hard times? We either stop living or we move on.

I choose to move on.

God bless and I hope you have a good day




From my prayer chair

I read this today in my devotional, My Utmost For His Highest by Oswald Chambers.

Let God have perfect liberty when you speak. Before God’s message can liberate other souls, the liberation must be real in you.

I interpret this as saying that my “message” means nothing if it hasn’t worked in my own life.

“Lord, keep me authentic and real. May all my words be reflective of my experience of you and may that experience be one that is in keeping with who You are.”

God bless and I hope you have a good day.

From my prayer chair

Proverbs: 9: 8 &10

Do not reprove a scoffer, or he will hate you. Reprove a wise man and he will be wiser still.

Give instruction to a wise man and he will still be wiser,

Teach a righteous man and he will increase his learning.

It does no good to try and teach some people because………,.

Some people just refuse to listen.

Some people are not interested in learning.

Some people are unteachable. 😝

But a teachable heart just keeps getting smarter. Truly wise people are always interested in learning.🎓

Open your heart to different opinions whether you end up changing your or not.

God bless and I hope you have a good day.

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