|Thanksgiving in our new home|
As a friend, I need to make some phone calls. As a writer, I just finished a writing project (finally). As a Mom, I never come close to being the kind of Mom I would like to be ... saying the right things at the right time ... sending lots of money to kids and grandkids across the miles ... am I the only mother who goes through this? The good news is that I come to my senses a lot sooner these days than in years gone by, realizing that no one is perfect. So I continu, pressing for the prize that is set before me.
I'm rambling; I feel like I've taken some of Rob's drugs. That's because two o'clock in the morning arrives just as I'm entering my REM sleeping zone. But I must be faithful to rise up and give my Robinski his meds every four hours. That's what all good nursies do. I appreciate all the prayers you have sent our way. We're feeling the love!
Oceans of blessings for the Christmas season!
Life begins each morning ... each morning is the open door to a new world -- new vistas, new aims, new tryings.
The faithful love of the Lord never ends. His mercies never cease. Great is His faithfulness. His mercies begin afresh each morning.
Lamentations 3:22-23 NIT