This morning I got up disgusted with the pile of sicky sheets and blankets on my bed. After 10 days of illness, I figured that was probably a good sign. I also figured it was probably a blessing that I can’t smell right now. So I stripped the bed and got the sheets in the washer. After making breakfast and bringing in the groceries that my siblings ordered for us, I was exhausted. After breakfast I napped for over an hour and prayed for the strength to put my bed back together again. Later in the afternoon, I actually mustered the energy to shower, which I thought was necessary before sleeping on clean bedding. I was grateful for the food that required minimal preparation and mom did her best to help with the dishes. I realized that as much as I want for mom and I to be well, I cannot force that to happen. I can just do the best I can. As with most things in my life, I have very little control over the outcome. I need to exercise more patience and trust in God’s perfect plan and timing.

I Found God today reminded to have more patience and trust.