Good morning…
My father is 85-years-old today. Right now, at 3:40 am, I am gently unwrapping his first birthday gift.
For the first time in weeks he is asleep in their familiar bed, hopefully receiving some much needed rest. I took his place on the couch nearby my mom who is sleeping in her recliner, continuing to recover from her fall, her broken femur, and a small stroke with a life-threatening infection which landed her on a ventilator in the ICU last month. Still unable to put weight on her healing leg, my mom needs her wheelchair to get around throughout the day and night.
Around 1:00 am, she woke, needing to use the restroom. I helped her into her chair and wheeled her to and from. “We did it, mom,” I said returning her to the recliner. “Yeah!” I quietly gave her a two thumbs up before snuggling back to sleep on the couch.
Our favorite birthday gifts change over the years, don’t they? Being nudged prayerfully awake in their Ohio villa as my two parents sleep right now is such a precious gift from God. Honor and thanks be to the Lord, Who carries our heavy loads day by day. He is the God Who saves us (Psalm 68:19, NLV).
…Sue…
P.S. A loving birthday prayer is also lifted for my dear friend Jayne in Connecticut as she also turns 60-years-old today. Thanks for all of the gorgeous gifts that keep flowing within, between, and through us, my forever friend.
