My mom has had her walker for many years now and it has served her well. Recently, she has been in the habit of unlocking it before she stands up instead of making sure it’s locked. Last night, she was up out of bed several times. Not thinking clearly, she kept unlocking the breaks on the walker. I kept locking it back again. In my tired stupor, I evidently was too aggressive one time (or perhaps it was wearing out) and when I pushed the break handle down, it stayed there and I couldn’t get it to come back up. The break cable had snapped. Now I had to be even more vigilant in making sure my mom was safe getting up and sitting down. This morning I looked up videos and information on how to fix the break. It was complicated and way beyond my skill set. As I was wondering what I was going to do, the hospice nurse came for her scheduled visit. I told her about the episode and she asked if I would like her to order another one. It didn’t even cross my mind that hospice provided needed equipment. She ordered the walker and it was delivered before bedtime. The young man who delivered it was very kind and encouraging, which was more than I expected. I remembered what I told mom at dinner – everything has a way of working out just the way it should. I was feeling very grateful and very blessed.

I Found God today having a problem taken care of without actually doing anything.