Keepin' up with the Jones'
Feb. 9, 2006
Thinking out loud

Very normal for me!  In fact I talk to myself quite frequently throughout my tasks during the day.  It has becomes so normal that I hear from my nephew or niece "shay shay (my nickname) are  you talking to me or yourself?" ROFL

 

But on the serious side....I have a dear dear friend that is going through a difficult time.  The kind of person that you know that God must have split the "atom" between you two and sent you to different mothers!  Or as Oscar the Shark Slayer would say, "my brothah (sistah) from another mothah"   I wish I could wave a magic wand and say ALL BETTER! I hate not being able to say or do something to help!  I pray but part of me wants to go and shake a few people. SIGH  Wishing I could bring her joy back but I know that God has a crown for her as she runs this race.  Goes through this trial. James 1:12 says Blessed is the man who perserveres.................can't wait to see her crown. 

 

And on the other side, I have another dear dear friend, who is slowly watching her mother die.  The most precious of mothers.  The kind who that Proverbs 31 talks about.  However, she is not saved and more than anything that is my fervent prayer. That she believes before she passes on.  My friend is hurting and losing something so precious and I can't help.  This is the part of life that really stinks.  I will say this though, my friend shared some things that her mom would do.  One memory was "fixing" mom's hair so beautifully WITH LOTION.  She said she never realized it was before mom went to take a shower but she let them style her hair.  It really struck me as I am one who HATES HATES HATES having anyone touch/play with my hair.  So in honor of her mother, the other day my dd said "oh mommy let me brush your hair!"  So I sat there for 15 torturous minutes and let her do her thing all the while thinking of my friend's mother and praying.  That was for you my name twin.

 

All this to say I hate being helpless and watching those I love suffer.  They hurt and I hurt for them.  Sometimes it just stinks ya know?


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