A Caring Life—Hard Choices

So I know I’m a day or two late on my blog, but when my daughter lives 4 1/2 hours away, has a 103 temperature and then extreme stomach pain—add to that she was to have minor surgery on Friday, and well, I just had to drive to Tallahassee to take care of her.

But if you are a caregiver for your mom like I am, not to mention a 4-month-old puppy, leaving town for a few days is hard. Almost impossible.

Thank the Lord, my little girl is better, but they cancelled the surgery because she was too sick. She wants her mama to stay through Sunday. When I called home to check on the legion of people streaming through my house to care for my mom and puppy, I heard disturbing news.

“Your mom is crying,” my friend, Miriam said. Miriam had puppy duty while her mother, Berta had caregiving duties with my mom.

“Let me talk to her.” Mom was so overwhelmed with emotion that I couldn’t even understand what she was saying. The gist of it was for me to come home ASAP because she was going to meet Jesus.

Guilty for being with my daughter. Guilty if I go home to my mom. A common dilemma with caregivers. Guilt.

Again, I was helpless. That usually brings me to my knees.

“Lord. Here I am again. I don’t know what to do. I know this seems like a small thing, but you tell us to come as children, and that’s what I’m doing. I need help. I need guidance. Please show me specifically what it is I should do. My heart is to obey you.”

I wiped my eyes, climbed into the comfy chair in Sarah’s living room. I heard her soft breathing from the other room as I picked up the study of David by Beth Moore.

Right where I left off had to do with David’s wisdom in administration. He realized he couldn’t do it all. Then my new BFF, Beth asked, “Are you overloaded right now? If so, what are some ways you can delegate?”

Then Miriam called. “It’s taken care of. Your mom is better. She said you should stay with Sarah. She’s watching tennis and is back to her old self. We will take care of it, Pauline. You enjoy your daughter.”

God is good, isn’t He? He cared enough to show me that I can’t do it all. I need to be where my body is—with Sarah, not in another city where my mother is.

God is also good in providing me with good friends. Godly friends. Treasures. Hope you have some. I’m praying that you do.

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