How can things be the same when they are so different? Ron and I are still together in our little house. The family came to be with us yesterday. Charles and Tabetha brought lunch. Judith and I ate our standared white chicken with baked potato. Ron rested. The grandchildren play high-spirited games around our feet. This is all familiar to us.
But now Ron rests in a hospital bed, on morphine for pain, seldom conscious. The grands look at Afi (Icelandic for Grandpa) and say..Afi sleeping. Night Afi. and go on playing and trusting and expecting their parents to keep things right.
And the adults? We cry some, reminise some, fear some……while the grands, knowing they are loved…trust in that love.
Eventually the rest of us remember that we are loved too. We know Jesus. We have right relationships with God……and we determine to trust him…because he makes all things right–even when everything seems so wrong…
Brenda J Wood http://heartfeltdevotionals.wordpress.com