The other day I was happy to get a call from one of the neighbor ladies asking if I wanted to go for a walk with her and her friend. I met them in the park today and despite the thunder and threatening clouds, we started on our way. They didn’t know the details of my mom’s condition. As we walked I told them about everything that has happened in the past few weeks. Both the women are a bit older than me and talked about their own experiences in making decisions and caring for their aging parents. I realized that every individual journey is personally unique. But also, the struggle of aging and caring for elderly loved ones is very much the same. It is very complex. In some ways, I wonder if we as a society have made it more complex than it should be. It was good to hear their stories and know that they understood my challenges and feelings. One of the ladies said the same words as the one I met a few days ago – “you won’t regret being here for them”. We had almost made it back to the car when the skies opened up. I pulled out my rain poncho and as I covered myself up, I thought that this is really what I really want – a cover for my mom to keep her safe, warm, and protected. I am still praying and trusting that God is my mom’s poncho.

I Found God today in understanding women and another way to think of God.