He's alive! He is risen!

My journey this week followed a similar path, on a much smaller scale, Jesus' journey to the cross. The whole week I was reminded of how He suffered such distress and anguish, asking for the cup of suffering to pass by him, but humbly accepting the Father's will for him.

I seemed to be especially sensitive to the grief I was going through. I thought I had been through the worst of it, and it was behind me. But another wave of it came on me this week, maybe triggered because of my physical weakness due the cold I had. Whatever the reason, I was actually thankful for the experience because I was able to identify, even in such a finite way, what Jesus went through on my behalf. 

I was lying in bed on Monday night thinking how lonely I was. There was no one in the bed with me, no one to have a conversation with, no one to reach out and wipe my tears away and hold me to tell me it would be ok.

And then just as God sent his angel to minister to and strengthen Jesus in the Garden (Luke 22:43), so God sent him angels to me. On Tuesday morning when I woke, I saw there was a note from a friend in my email in-bin. She wrote how she was praying for me and our family with the sweetest, kindest words. I was so blessed and encouraged. 

The next day, I met with another friend - another angel - who hugged and encouraged me, as well. She reminded me that God knows that I am dust, it's ok to grieve, and God grieves with me. 

And then as if that was not enough, God led me to purchase a new book: Shattered Dreams by Larry Crabb. 

 

Right in the introduction was such truth, that I needed to hear again. Such precious life giving truth - why am I so prone to forget these beautiful, wonderful truths?

"There's never a moment in all our lives, from the day we trusted Christ till the day we see Him, when God is not longing to bless us. At every moment, in every circumstance, God is doing us good. He never stops. It gives Him too much pleasure. God is not waiting to bless us after our troubles end. He is blessing us right now, in and through those troubles. At this exact moment, He is giving us what He thinks is good."

In spite of the trial I am going through, God has given me eyes to see that I am truly blessed. Because of the cross, I enjoy a relationship with the God of the universe. He has given me a new nature, and I am clothed in the righteousness of Jesus Himself. This is the greatest blessing of all.

Beyond that, He has given me so many other blessings. I was able to enjoy working outside in my gardens this week. The weather is so beautiful and a lot of my bushes and trees are blossoming. (Of course, the weeds are proliferating, as well, but not for long! Let me at 'em!)

 

I was interested to note that there were a few leftover beauty berries from the winter. I'm glad the mockingbirds and non-migrating robins had enough to make it!

Our family was able to be together yesterday to celebrate the Easter weekend. In order to make it less stressful for everyone, we decided to just order pizza. I made two salads and we had ice cream for dessert.

 

The kids had a lot of fun playing outside and the weather was perfect for that. Please observe that it is important to dress appropriately when playing on the swingset!

I told the girls that Andy always lights up when I mention them, and so we all decided to run on over to see him. Grace and Asher played, then some of the others played a piano piece or two. Asher is fearless and loves to play. The bench was a little high for him, but that didn't hinder him. He's amazing for only being 9.

I asked one of the staff to take a family picture. I was a little disappointed in how it turned out - somewhat fuzzy. I'm not sure how that happened. But at least we're all in it. And this is another blessing I enjoy - our family.

This morning I attended our Sunrise service. What a blessing to be reminded of the glorious hope we have because of the resurrection. This world is not all there is...one day, all our troubles will be behind us, we'll live forever in a perfect world with no more sorrow, no more tears, no more sickness and pain and with our blessed Savior forever and ever!

"'Death has been swallowed up in victory.' 'Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?' The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you." (1 Corinthians 15:54b-58a)

So in one sense, we are currently living in our own Good Friday, with sadness, despair, overwhelming disappointment. But Good Friday is not the end...Sunday's coming.

He is risen indeed!

"O Praise The Name (Anástasis)"

I cast my mind to Calvary
Where Jesus bled and died for me.
I see His wounds, His hands, His feet.
My Savior on that cursed tree

His body bound and drenched in tears
They laid Him down in Joseph's tomb.
The entrance sealed by heavy stone
Messiah still and all alone

O praise the name of the Lord our God
O praise His name forever more
For endless days we will sing Your praise
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God

And then on the third at break of dawn,
The Son of heaven rose again.
O trampled death where is your sting?
The angels roar for Christ the King

O praise the name of the Lord our God
O praise His name forever more
 For endless days we will sing Your praise
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God

He shall return in robes of white,
The blazing Son shall pierce the night.
And I will rise among the saints,
My gaze transfixed on Jesus' face

O praise the name of the Lord our God
O praise His name forever more
For endless days we will sing Your praise
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God
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I was reading in Spurgeon's Morning and Evening about the women following Jesus on the Via Dolorosa. They were wailing and weeping because of the suffering their beloved Jesus was enduring. I wonder if they really understood, though, that they weren't just weeping because the One they thought was the Messiah was now being led to his death. Did they realize that it was their own sins that was leading their Savior to his death? And vicariously, I was there with them, my own sins causing him to set his face to the cross.

Even though Jesus told his followers numerous times that he was going to die, it doesn't seem like it sank in. Then when he really died, they were so hopeless in their sorrow that they didn't remember that he had said he would rise again. And who can blame them? It really is a fantastic, incredible, wonderful plan thought up in ages past by the Father and willingly carried out by the Son.

No wonder we'll be praising his name forever more. What a great God.

I did not have a good week but came down with a very bad cold. It was so bad that I stayed in bed all day Friday, not getting up to eat, get dressed, take a shower, or doing anything except sleep and blow my nose. (So far, I've used up 2 whole boxes of tissues.) I felt a little better on Saturday but still didn't have much motivation to do anything. I did go to church this morning but confess I feel somewhat guilty, hoping I didn't infect the many people who gave me hugs and shook my hand. This is not something I would wish on anyone.

I did not go to see Andy on Friday evening, although that is the only evening I missed seeing him. Earlier in the week, he had told me he was thinking of getting a group of guys from church together to talk to them about his leaving. I'm not sure what he was talking about, but I probed and asked questions until I figured out that he wanted to go to heaven. My answer to that was that that was in God's hands and for Him to decide when would be the right time. Then he agreed with me. But he was feeling pretty miserable so I told him I would see if the nurse could come check on him. That seems to comfort him and the nurses at Care One are so kind and compassionate. They willingly come to his room, talk to him, ask him questions and show care, and he always feels better for the attention. In fact, he told the nurse this time, "God bless you." She was so sweet and thanked him.

I don't have much to say tonight except that I'm very thankful that God is the same, constant in faithfulness, never fickle and never feels bad. So in spite of the way I feel, I can depend on his care and presence with me.

Matthew 1:23: "They will call him Immanuel - which means 'God with us'."  He is always with me. That is a comforting thought and reality.

It's April! Woo-hoo! At long last, winter is over, even though the air is still a little chilly. But there's hope that warmer weather is on the way. It's inevitable.

"The Romans gave this month the Latin name Aprilis but the derivation of this name is uncertain. The traditional etymology is from the verb aperire, "to open", in allusion to its being the season when trees and flowers begin to "open"... (from Wikipedia).

And the flowers are beginning to open.

Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day!

I don't have much hope for my magnolia tree, though. It was too cold for too long while the buds were on the verge of opening. I'll just have to remember former years when it outdid itself.

I was able to scratch off a whole list of accomplishments yesterday, one of which was doing some yard clean up. One downside of having so many mature trees in our yard is the mess they make. Any little breeze and they drop twigs and branches - all year round. I worked for a couple of hours raking up piles of them.

My neighbor has requested that I give him our sticks, branches and twigs for his fire pit. This actually makes my work a little easier because then I don't have to bag up all those piles. I just place them in the wheelbarrow and dump them on his property. He is happy to start a fire with them and enjoy the great outdoors. Of course, the neighbor kids enjoy the fire, too. I would have liked to have joined them. And maybe I will next time.

The week was another up and downer. Andy was pretty distressed Thursday evening. Several of the residents were arguing loudly right outside his door. I tried to distract him by reading louder, but he couldn't keep from being upset. Then I suggested we walk around in the outer lobby just to get away from the contention. As we walked out his door, one of the residents, a 100 year old lady, yelled at me to stop holding his hand. "He's MY friend," she said. That certainly didn't help matters. I urged Andy to keep moving, and she couldn't follow since she's wheelchair bound. I got him some ice cream which helped to calm him down.

The next two nights I was with him, he was calmer and more subdued. In fact, last night he was so mellow that he fell asleep while I was reading to him. After only a few minutes, I asked him if he was sleeping. He mumbled something unintelligible, so I asked him if he wanted me to leave. He again mumbled indistinctly, so I did leave.

I've been re-reading Glorious Ruin by Tullian Tchividjian this week. 

 
I need continual reminders that this world is not my home, and I shouldn't expect this life to be all fun and games and happy times. If things were always rosy, we wouldn't realize how much we need the Lord. He quotes Steve Brown, from his book, A Scandalous Freedom:

"Pain is not something most people like. That is why we run from it as fast as we can. That is also why we aren't free. Jesus hardly ever goes to those places where we run.

When pain comes (or when we fear that it will come), don't run away. Run to it, and you will find you have run into the arms of Jesus...Then you will laugh and dance in the freedom and the reality of God's sufficiency and the power that becomes awesome in your weakness."

Tchividjian goes on to add:
"It's a paradox. Our point of pain reveals to us our greatest need - our need to be set free from false hopes and to cling to the only hope of the gospel."

With Easter only two weeks away, I've been thinking of Jesus on the Via Dolorosa (the way of suffering). He endured that road without opening his mouth, without any self defense. He did it all out of his love for you and me. 

Peter reminds us in 1 Peter 4:12-13: "Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed."

And then at the end of chapter 4, he tells us: "So then, those who suffer according to God's will should commit themselves to their faithful Creator and continue to do good."

These verses are timely reminders for me. Recently, I had someone tell me she was praying for Andy's healing. I told her Andy's disease is degenerative, and he will never get better. But she said that didn't matter, she was praying for his healing. I told her that God is the Great Physician, and he certainly can heal if he so chooses, but he might not. It is better for us to love Him no matter what happens, because we can trust Him with our lives. And it's better to pray that we would be satisfied in God and not our circumstances.

She was not convinced, but that's ok. Perhaps I planted seeds. The conversation did disturb me, though, for a couple of days. But it was another opportunity to trust that God is in control whether Andy is doing well or not.

It was timely after this conversation that I was reading Glorious Ruin: 

"Only when we come to the end of ourselves do we come to the beginning of God. This is a common theme in the Bible -- desperation precedes deliverance. Grief precedes glory. The cross precedes the crown. Powerlessness is the beginning of freedom."
 
"We never move beyond our need for Him and His intervention and the beautiful reality of His inexhaustible grace."
 
"God is more concerned with our knowing Him than He is in our half-hearted pleasures of comfort, ambition and success."

"The gospel alone provides us with the foundation to maintain radical joy in remarkable loss."

So let me run into the arms of Jesus for that is the only place I will experience the sufficiency of Christ and the power He provides to deal with my pain.

This week felt like somewhat of a break from all the stress of the Andy's illness. For one thing, I found out that Andy did have a UTI and has been on a round of antibiotics. He definitely seems better. He's not telling me he feels awful and he's sounding a little more lucid than last week.

For another thing, I've had several instances of being able to spend time with family. I am grateful for my daughters and their families, who have been so supportive and comforting. I really don't feel alone, but that we're in this together.

My youngest sister lives in Maryland, only an hour and a half away from us here in Jersey. In spite of how close we live, I only see her once a year at our annual family July 4th picnic. And when we're together at our family picnic, we really don't get to talk much except superficial small talk. So it was a great pleasure that she decided to take a day off work last week in order to spend the day with me. 

She arrived at 9:00 am and we headed out to Rancocas State Park (my go-to park this year!). It was somewhat cloudy and dreary, but at least it wasn't raining and we walked the blue trail along the Rancocas Creek - the whole 3.2 miles.

This sister is 8 years younger than me, with another sister and two brothers between us. I was the protective big sister while I was still living at home. But by the time she was in her teens, I was in college and away from home. 

After our hike, we ate at a nearby restaurant.
 

While eating, we decided to do another hike. After not having Andy for my hiking partner these last couple of months, I felt like I was making up for lost time. Actually, my sister doesn't have the opportunity to do much hiking because her husband would prefer not to, plus she works a full 40 hours a week. 

So after lunch we went to Black Run Preserve and hiked another 3 miles. By that time, the sun had come out and it was nice and warm.

My sister and I talked and talked and talked. I don't think we ran out of conversation even after being together all day. So it was a very nice day for me.

Another break came yesterday when I drove up to Lancaster County to spend some time with Amy and her family.

I don't think Amy has enough to do (canning, preserving, homeschooling 3 kids, running Chase to hockey practice, Etsy crocheting shop, etc.). Last week, she dyed her two white chickens. This one is Joanna's. 

 

We had lunch together, then drove over to a nearby Rails to Trails path. She was dog sitting so we loaded up her Suburban, taking 2 dogs, 3 kids, roller blades, and a bike. It was another lovely day with the sun coming out occasionally but the temperature was just right.

The grandkids always like to measure themselves against me when we see them. They are so anxious to get taller than me. That's not much of a goal, though, since I'm shorter than just about everyone! When I first got to their house, Chase stood next to me, but I assured him he still had a looooong way to go! But this picture looks like he's just about there until Amy reminded me that he has his roller blades on - phew! After all, he's only 10. Either he's crazy tall for 10, or I'm shorter than I thought.

As we were leaving to go back to Amy's house, we came to a 4 way stop. The lady to our right had the right of way, but she wasn't paying attention. I observed that she was on her cell phone and told Amy to go ahead. When we got on the main road, there was a lot of traffic which was moving at a slow crawl. Amy looked in her rear view mirror and noticed the lady was right behind her and was still looking at her cell phone. Then Amy and I were talking about the last time she was down here with me and how there had been a minor accident where a school bus had rear ended another car that got pushed into Amy's front driver's side, doing a little damage. As we were remembering that incident, all of a sudden: BOOM! We were rear ended by the lady behind us. What a scare and a shock. Fortunately, we were all seat belted, but the dogs came flying up to the front. This accident was not a minor one. We were all physically ok, but the vehicles had significant damage. Amy's Suburban doesn't look too bad, but as she was driving it after the police gave the ok, there were a couple of dash lights on and Amy didn't think it felt "right." The lady who hit us was pretty shook up, said her chest hurt because her seat belt had not held her, and she had banged into her steering wheel. Her car had to be towed away.

I admit I was a little nervous about driving home after that. But the best antidote for getting thrown off a horse is to get back on. Right? I did make it home just fine. I'm grateful for the Lord's protection and safety in my travels on the turnpikes.


Andy's mom has been sick. She was taken to the hospital twice this week. We're not sure what's wrong, but she has a bad cough, so it could be possible pneumonia. With her being sick, her dementia is decidedly worse.

So that added to the excitement around here this week. That's why it was so good of the Lord to provide some respite for my soul, spending time with my sister, then going away yesterday. Getting a break from the struggles and stresses you're dealing with helps to bring relief, if only temporarily.

My reading this week included The Broken Way by Ann Voskamp. 

 

I had received a number of books for my birthday, that being one of them. I admit that although I had requested the book, I was not keen on the idea of brokenness and I saved that one for last.

But I'm glad I finally did read it because it ministered to my soul. Ann is a gifted writer and is so creative in the way she uses words to convey truth.

She reminded us in her book that: 

"I am not the mistakes I have made; I am the righteousness He has made. I am not the plans I have failed; I am the perfectness He has finished. I am not the wrongs I have done; I am the faultlessness He has been. I am not the sins I have chosen; I am chosen by the Beloved, regardless of my sins. In Christ I am chosen, accepted, justified, anointed, sealed, forgiven, redeemed, complete, free, Christ's friend, God's child, the Spirit's home...My value is defined by the One who said, 'It is finished.' And who achieved it all." (page 193)

Thank God, my worth does not depend on me. 

I had received a beautiful hand made dish by a potter some time ago. But one day, when I opened a cupboard door above this dish, something fell out and onto the dish which broke it. I couldn't bear to throw it away, and my friend advised me to keep it to remind me of my own brokenness. 

And it is a good reminder. Yes, I am broken. But one day I will be made whole. I won't be old and broken any more. 

Revelation 21:5 ~ "He who was seated on the throne said, 'I am making everything new!' Then he said, 'Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.'"

Without being too dramatic about it, yesterday I was sooooo tired. I forced myself to get up out of bed, although I really think I could have stayed there all day. Then after I got up, I forced myself to walk 2 miles on the treadmill, thinking that if I got moving, I'd start to feel better. Well, I didn't. But as I was walking, I came across the verse in Psalm 119:28 ~ "My soul is weary with sorrow..." That expresses it to a T. But the rest of the verse goes on to beg the Lord to "strengthen me according to your word."

In spite of the list I had made for myself to accomplish on a long day at home, I decided not to force myself to do anything except sit in my chair, quiet my heart and renew my strength in Him. 

I don't know why I should be so tired, but I do know that Friday night's visit with Andy was hard - again! At one point, he had told me that he never expected in all his life that he would end up in jail. I explained to him that he wasn't in jail, he was in a "hospital." He'd been struggling all week with not feeling well. He gave indications that he might be developing a UTI. I talked to the nurse several nights in succession, they took urine samples and kept an eye on him. But I don't know that he actually did have a UTI. We don't have the results back yet, but he seems to be acting and feeling better again.

Saturday morning, I met Dawn and we visited Andy for about an hour in his room. She brought Kira and Cole with her. Kira had been asking to see her Poppop again. She doesn't get to see him very often because of being in school.

When we arrived, he was napping. He gladly woke up when we got there.

We stayed an hour which is about his limit. 

I finished another book, A Grief Unveiled by Gregory Floyd. The book chronicles "one father's journey through the death of a child." His little boy was hit by a car and killed when he was only 7 years old. Can you imagine the pain and suffering he and his family went through? I resonated with a lot of what he related of his and his family's journey with grief.

I had been thinking lately about the whole idea of surrendering. I don't feel like I was doing a very good job of it. I kept picturing myself like the little girl who told her parents when asked to sit down: "I'm sitting on the outside, but I'm standing on the inside." Surrender - it sounds so impossible. But I've been feeling more at peace with it recently, and I'm realizing that even surrendering has to be done with the Spirit's help, by his living out through me. Living the Christian life is impossible. Only Christ can live the Christian life. So I need him to live in and through me.

Then this week as I read A Grief Unveiled, there was actually a chapter devoted to this very subject: "The Strength of Surrender." It was so good I just have to include a section here as a reinforcement for me. 

"Surrender implies commitment, but it is 99 percent the work of grace. I cannot force myself to surrender...It is a cleaving to the will of God, allowing him full sway in my life, with no hidden pockets of resentment." (page 184)

Scripture says that when we suffer, we can offer comfort to others with the comfort with which we have been comforted. (2 Corinthians 1) God teaches us many things when we go through deep waters. And I was so ministered to by what God taught this author as he suffered the loss of his little boy.

I've been struck recently that everyone has their share of suffering. It's not that mine is any more difficult than anyone else's. But mine is my own, tailor made for me to bring me to Christ. This life is full of pain and hard things. 

"Because the way to heaven is the way of suffering, and Jesus even became suffering for us to show us that suffering is not just evil, but is, in fact, part of the road that leads to heaven. God loves suffering  not as an end in itself, but for what it can make us and where it can lead us." (A Grief Unveiled, page 110)

I spent most of the morning at church today, interacting with people. I'm trying to find a happy medium between alone time and getting out to be with others. Thankfully, I felt so much better today. Of course, it helped that the sun was shining, the sky was a glorious blue and even though the air was chilly, there was a delicious hint of spring.

I decided after church to go for a hike. I've been thinking maybe I could venture out by myself as long as I went to a park where I knew there would be plenty of people. So I went with a little bit of hesitation, but I met with no mishaps, and I saw no one that looked suspicious. There were plenty of folks out enjoying the day, families and couples, a biker, and several people with dogs. I walked briskly for over a mile and was invigorated.

There were still some patches of snow along the way, but in another couple of days, I'm sure it will all be gone. Tomorrow is officially the first day of spring. So it's inevitable that the weather will soon be warmer.

I'm so grateful for the grace of God that although I may be so exhausted and downhearted one day, he doesn't leave me there. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak (Isaiah 40:29).

It was the best of times and the worst of times. Granted I'm not living in France during the French Revolution, but in a way I'm living through my own war. A war with emotional ups and downs, highs and lows. 

The week started out with Christy coming down with all her kids. I left work at noon on Monday, we had lunch together at our house, then we all went over to Care One Harmony Village. Christy and the kids did a musical program for Andy and the residents there. 

Each of the kids played the piano (except Claire who was nervous, so was excused since she is only 5). Then Christy and Grace played 4 or 5 hymn arrangements. They were familiar hymns and some of the residents sang along. 

After the mini-concert, we all went to Andy's room and just enjoyed being together. Andy and Christy were verbally sparring back and forth and laughing, having a good time. Christy captured a picture of a tender moment with Andy and me.

He seemed unusually cogent and with it.

When the rest of the family left to return home, Grace stayed with me. It was her birthday on Sunday so she stayed to celebrate with me. We did go back to the facility to hang out with Andy in the evening, but when we came back home, we did what grandkids like to do with their grandparents. At least, what our grandkids like to do: watch a movie and eat ice cream in the living room! 

In the morning, Grace had to do a class online, but that gave me the time to do my weekly cleaning and laundry. Then we went shopping for her birthday outfit. We finally found just the right thing with even a matching necklace that I couldn't resist adding to the ensemble.

Isn't she just the prettiest 16 year old you ever saw!!!!! And she's just as sweet as she is pretty - truly beautiful inside and out.

After we had our lunch, we went to the Rancocas State Park for a 3 mile hike. 

Too soon, it was time to take her home. I must have worn her out because she slept a lot of the way home. I stayed for the birthday dinner and cake before heading back to NJ.

So that was my best of the week time. 

When I went to see Andy the next couple of evenings, he was extremely exhausted and said he didn't feel well. I think the company, as much as he enjoyed it and it was good for him, just took a lot out of him.

I had another couple of times with friends that were very good and satisfying. On Wednesday afternoon, I met a friend for a hike near where she lives. I don't remember the name of the site, but it was a former golf course that has been converted to more of a nature park with paved paths that wind around the park, up and down and across a stream. It was a beautiful day with blue skies and wisps of white clouds. 

Another day, this same friend met me to go see a movie together. And this morning at church, a couple asked me how I was doing and when I couldn't lie, they offered to take me out to lunch. I decided to accept because isn't it better to be with friends than to suffer alone?

So with all this love and attention and good times, why am I so low today? Well, I had a rough time with Andy last night when I visited him. He said he needed to talk to me and get it out that he thought it wasn't good for us to live separately since we were married. He ended up crying with tears streaming down his face. I held him and tried to assure him that I loved him. But he said he's felt like I've been pushing him away. How that hurt. I asked him if he knew why he was there and he couldn't answer me. I told him he had Alzheimer's and Parkinson's, but he didn't seem to understand what I was talking about. When I tell him that I can't take care of him at home, he doesn't seem to understand what I mean by that. He has no concept of what I was dealing with when he was still home. And I don't know that it is something that I should continue to remind him of. Does it really matter? Can he comprehend it? Or remember it tomorrow?

The interesting thing to me is that as I left him last night, he turned away from me and as I looked back at him, he seemed to already forget what we had talked about. So even though he was so sad while I was with him, he probably didn't think about it after I left. Meanwhile, it was all I could think of the rest of the night and all day today. I just feel so bad for him, even though I know it's what's best.

But here's the good part...God had mercy on me and us. This evening when I visited him, in the middle of my reading to him, he interrupted to ask me if I was upset. In probing, I was pretty sure he was referring to our discussion last night. (I was somewhat surprised that he remembered.) So I just started telling him that I didn't like our situation either. I would much rather we could live together. I don't like living apart. But this is what God has for us right now. 

I reminded him that Jesus was submissive to the Father's plan and went to his death without complaining or even opening his mouth (1 Peter 2:23). And he is our example. The Father is pleased when we submit to His plan for us, when we trust him. His ways are perfect even when we don't understand.

I reminded him that we have had a good life together, our relationship has been very special, and we need to have the attitude that Job did when he said: "Can we accept good from God and not trouble?" (Job 2:10) Job also said, "The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away, may the name of the Lord be praised." (Job 1:21)

Andy listened quietly while I was telling him all this, then when I finished, he said, "You're right." And he was so at peace. I could see it in his face.

God has promised that his word will not return void. The Spirit ministers to our spirits and that was so obvious in this case. God used his Word to minister to Andy and quiet his soul. 

I am so grateful. May the name of the Lord be praised.

I feel like I'm in a breather...on a plateau...in a level place...solid ground! It may not last long, but I'll enjoy it while it lasts. I'm glad for a break from the extremes of emotion and stress.

Andy seems to be holding his own. He is adjusting to being in the memory care facility, even enjoying it at times. The care givers are amazing there. They happily show me pictures of his participation in their activities. 

I love the laugh lines on his face in this picture.

They celebrated Mardi Gras this week. King Andy and his queen! I had to block out the queen's face to put this one on the internet (please excuse my imperfect attempt). 

 
Even in his adjustment, there are still times when he just doesn't feel well. Several times this week, as I spent time with him, he told me he felt awful. He has a hard time explaining symptoms or being specific, but he's appreciative when I bring the nurse in to check him out and take his vital signs. I think it's a relief to him that he is being attended to. It is a relief to me as well, because if he were home, I would be at a loss to know how to answer him.

I continue to spend much time reading when I'm home, enjoying the quiet time. Although, I do read for pleasure, I gain so much more from books that challenge me in my walk with the Lord. I need the encouragement to keep my spirit in the right place: on the Lord and his work in my heart. It's so easy to let myself drift and not be intentional in spending time in the Word and with the Lord.

There are a couple of devotional books I'm reading each day, one of which is Spurgeon's Morning and Evening. Yesterday, both morning and evening readings focused on the grace of God. The morning focused on 2 Corinthians 12:9 where Jesus tells Paul that his "grace is sufficient for you." Spurgeon comments: "The one who would glorify his God must be prepared to meet with many trials. No one can be illustrious before the Lord unless his conflicts are many. If, then, yours is a much-tried path, rejoice in it, because you will be better able to display the all-sufficient grace of God... The God who has been sufficient until now should be trusted to the end."  

And the evening's reading was a commentary on Psalm 36:8: "They feast on the abundance of your house. You give them drink from your rivers of delight." Here's what Spurgeon said about that.

"There is enough for each, enough for all, enough forevermore...Think how much grace one saint requires, so much that nothing but the Infinite could supply him for one day; and yet the Lord spreads His table not for one, but for many saints; not for one day, but for many years; not for many years only, but for generation after generation...Though our necessities are great, yet are we often amazed at the marvelous fullness of grace that God gives us richly to enjoy."

No wonder we sing "Amazing Grace." It never runs out, there is always enough for every moment of every day for every circumstance.