How Quickly Things Change

Last Monday, in trying to put out a weekly post I shared our celebrations. What fun we had together as a family! 

I have made it very clear since my almost bowing out of this blog back in January, that a series of trials and just the stage of life that I am in have worn me out at times. When I slipped back in after a few weeks I told myself I would continue blogging without any stress. If I could read my much loved blogs and comment I would, but no stress would be attached to that. I have had to stick to my guns on that, so most of you have not heard from me this week even though I have scrolled through while sitting in a hospital room with Mom.

Yes, last Monday evening around 7:30 I received a call from the young Airman who lives cattycorner across from Mother. He informed me Mother had fallen and he had called an ambulance. He had then called me. Bless his heart! 

I can't even begin to tell you how thankful I am that he heard her and then found her on the front porch where she had gone out to water some plants and had tripped and fallen. Yes, not even a week and a half had passed since her last fall. We were so relieved she had not broken a bone on that fall, but she did this time! The young Airman is only one of a handful in her 20-25 units townhouse community. Most are old ladies like her who were safely tucked away for the evening. BUT, not Mama. It was about dusk when she ventured out and had he not heard her she would have laid there all night. I have a code in the morning with phone emoji's to make sure she is up and awake after the night, but I don't have one in the evening because surely she would have been inside. Oh and she didn't have her phone on her. She usually wears it on an apron.

I later realized why she didn't have the apron on. A dear lifelong friend who I have shared a picture of on here before made her said apron. Mother had taken it all and spread it out on the chair to take a picture of it. She had then texted Cathy to see if she had a pattern she could mail her for it. She was going to make her a new one, SOOOO...there sat her phone and apron. I figured this out when I was using her phone to let some of her neighbors know news of her and saw the text and picture. Most of her neighbors heard the fire truck and ambulance and had to get their pajamas off and clothes back on to see about her. They were all deeply concerned for her.

Mama broke her femur on the right leg. She had fallen and broken the left femur in May of 2013. She has a matching pair. All of this meant another night in ER. I will tell you now just like I have before that our hospital is great, but the ER is a horrible place to be. It is overloaded beyond even your wildest imagination. I won't rant again about that, but it was a long night and in to the next day before she headed to surgery.

The Lord has watched over us well. I am stinking tired of the trials and honestly tired of recalling the verse that tells me to count it all joy, but I have not one doubt that HE is watching over us. The trauma surgeon that did the surgery is my very first choice. She popped into my head early on in the night at ER, but didn't know if she would be on call, but it all just worked out perfectly. She got the very best surgeon I could have asked for.

I think it was Thursday that I came home for lunch and laid down on the couch so tired and let the tears roll. I wanted to have a BIG OLE Pity Party, and I started one for certain. You know what? Those don't do one bit of good. They don't solve anything and make you feel worse, so I laid there and just said out loud, "Lord, I surrender." I spoke it twice. Then I started thinking about Carrie Underwood singing that hymn. 

10 minutes after that verbal declaration to my Lord, I received a phone call from a case worker at the hospital. She had been in Mama's room and met her and called me breaking protocol. God Bless her. She said my mama would be crying and begging to come home from the rehab center I had picked. I picked it and honestly hadn't had a moment's peace. I knew it was an awful choice, but didn't think I had another option. I had done nothing but dread the moment we had to take her to it. This caseworker said there was rehab center in Destin that it was the best kept secret in our area. She knew it being in Destin and with tourist traffic it would be tough, but that it was not a nursing home rehab and just totally rehab for people like Mom's injury. I jumped back into my truck and went back up the hospital and signed her up. Peace flooded my soul.

Mother is there now and it is truly Heaven sent. I had no idea it was there. Yes, the drive in tourist traffic is completely awful on time. I won't be able to go out there everyday, but she has a rigorous schedule of PT and such and I know with certainty that is a great place. No people sitting out in wheel chairs slumped over, just people who have broken a bone or had a hip replacement kind of place. 30 beds only. The kind of place, that you know just happened to have a room and a caseworker who told me about it because Jesus set it all in place.

Driving to Destin the past 3 days has been beautiful despite the traffic. I get to see the 2 most beautiful bodies of water in the world. The Choctawhatchee Bay on one side and the Gulf of Mexico on the other. It is taking far too long for the few miles, but Mother is safe and secure and the drive with beautiful scenery gives me time to pray or listen to a podcast.

I got a chuckle this morning on my way out. I had just gotten over the Destin bridge, and stopped at the first red-light next to that awful gigantic building that I have mentioned before on this blog. I am in the left lane and a truck of young boys on their way to the beach were next to me in the right lane. They got my attention and waved. I waved back and still lost in my own thoughts ignored them mostly. They must have had a bet going because they rolled down their window and started talking. I have no idea what came over me, but I rolled my passenger side down to see what was up. They wanted me to race them. They were joking of course. Here I am - a white headed lady driving a truck. It must have seemed like an easy target. Oh to be young again. I laughed at them and told them I was much too old for a race, but that my truck could certainly outdo them. That sent them into a good laugh.

You know why I tell you that story? Lindsay is scheduled for surgery on Tuesday in Atlanta. You know it has already been canceled once and on Thursday she found out her urine culture had not made it to Atlanta. We all thought ---"Oh no! Not again." I told her she had to give it up, as it wasn't her fight anymore. It got there late Friday evening and the doctor did receive it so, she is on for her surgery. Her devotional this morning was about learning to laugh. It tied in with the thought not to take yourself or your circumstances too seriously. Enjoy the laughter in life. She had told me she was going to just play with the boys today. Tucker got a new bike.

The verse that went with the devotional was ---"A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones." Proverbs 17:22

Isn't that true. A crushed spirit just can't not be left to sit in. It does no good. I think we can have an appetizer of a pity party, and then it is time to brush yourself off and remember all of this is doable. There are way worse things than have happened to us this week.

Cheerful hearts laugh with young boys in a truck.

I won't linger much more here except to say that this has made me think it is time to start some paperwork on something other than her current living conditions. I have already seen God mover there too, but I'll save that for later.

The words to I Surrender All are quite comforting. I knew the first verse by heart the other day, but this afternoon I sat out on our dock and looked up Carrie Underwood singing it and here are the lyrics.

All to Jesus I surrender,
All to him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust him,
In his presence daily live.

Refrain:
I surrender all,
I surrender all,
All to thee, my blessed Savior,
I surrender all.

All to Jesus I surrender,
Humbly at his feet I bow,
Worldly pleasures all forsaken,
Take me, Jesus, take me now.
(Refrain)

All to Jesus I surrender;
Make me, Savior, wholly thine;
Let me feel the Holy Spirit,
Truly know that thou art mine.
(Refrain)

All to Jesus I surrender,
Lord, I give myself to thee,
Fill me with thy love and power,
Let thy blessing fall on me.
(Refrain)

All to Jesus I surrender;
Now I feel the sacred flame.
Oh, the joy of full salvation!
Glory, glory, to his name!
(Refrain)

This was my view while I looked up the lyrics. As you can see, I have many blessings. 

Now, for a few other tidbits about the week...

Tucker and his new bike.

The spider lilies blooming right on time. 

We have had 2 thunderstorms this week. Both were nasty, but needed rain. In fact, one is going on right now. I did get some outdoors time though.

As I said, I wanted to do a pity party about my long list of things I wanted to do this summer and could see that all slipping away, but after pulling myself together and remembering being that tortoise in the race of life...

I got up and got some laundry done and started one piece of the outdoors cleaning that I haven't been able to get too.

I went to the tiled porch out back and cleaned the two doors and glass sliding door because Jeff doesn't like to pressure wash them. 

I got them cleaned off, now the porch is ready for the pressure washer. 

This tiled porch is a bear to keep clean. I don't keep any plants or chairs on it because if you sit something on it, it just stains it. You can see though I let Jeff put a rope on there from some crab traps and it made a mess. 

This tortoise will get it all done in good time. 

Now, for one fun fact and then I will hush up.

My good friend that I mentioned  had shocked our friend group when she and husband decided to move across the state. She texted me this morning that she (Betty) and Tom were sitting across from Lysa Terkeurst at breakfast. If you don't know who this is ---she is the founder of Proverbs 31 Ministries. I have heard her speak many times at Extraordinary Women conferences in Pensacola. As a small group, we had read one of her books on how she had to divorce and how hard it had been. It quite frankly was a depressing book and we all finished it feeling very sorry for her and knowing that she was one tough cookie. We all saw on Friday morning that after several years from that depressing book which I am sure was helpful to people going through the same thing that she had found new love. Good for her and a reminder that He doesn't forget us even though we go through trials. 

Now, I knew Betty would come out there with a picture. She did and said Lysa was very gracious.

There will be a stitching post at some point out there and a check in on your blogs, but until life gets a little bit slower this will be it from me. Thanks for all of you who pray for us. I will check in when I can. Forgive any spelling or grammatical errors as I just don't have it in me to proofread. The teacher in me is failing miserably.

Oh good grief, I have one more thought. 

Nurses!!! How much a blessing is a good nurse. I met many over the last few days. I often get a little frustrated with the idea of an "influencer" as a job. I am all about capitalism and I know many of them are young moms who just want to stay home with their kids, but we need these young ladies to be good nurse and teachers and such.

I am stopping! It may be awhile before I return this time, but I will be back...

Sandy