MomminginMinistry

  Yesterday wasn't one of the good days. I sat with my dad for about two hours and he only had energy for a handful of words. But do you know what three of them were? "You. Are. Delightful." I'm not kidding. You can ask my mom. This from someone who really, really knows me. This is from the man who saved my first thick lensed pair of little eye glasses. Something that for so long symbolized less than...ugly...not pretty like the other girls to me. He saved them in a cigar box in his closet. He treasured them. Even at my worst, he saw beauty. For a million other reasons I was struggling yesterday. Lack of sleep was probably the biggest one. But, in my head I was struggling against being pulled back into a belief that God is angry. That his defining attribute was not love but something else. That he was waiting for me to mess up, to not get it right.  And yet. I heard my father's voice. "You. Are. Delightful." And I knew I'd heard that somewhere else b...

  The last ten days have been EXHAUSTING. Not just exhausting for me, but for my mommy, for my sister and brother and their spouses, for my nieces and nephews, my husband and my kids...all the people I would normally lean on...they would normally lean on are all just worn out. Daddy went into the hospital on Mothers' Day. It's not the first time. But this time I haven't known what to say, how to update. What's wrong? So many things. Congestive Heart Failure. A-fib. An issue with that oxygen tank that a stupid break through case of stupid COVID brought into his life in September. A stubborn ear infection that would not go away. And a body that's getting tired after 84 years of working on a farm, running Texacos, taking his kids fishing and camping, rescuing my mom when she ran out of gas (again), or making sure that the oil gets changed in my car. All this good living...it's a lot. There's no good way to give an update. How he is. How I am. How "we"...