Does God Have a Suggestion Box?
If He does, I want Him to add an item to my spiritual armor – a super hero cape of duck feathers!
Now this blog is not meant to be a complaint. It is a matter of making laughing gas from lemons.
Mama, bless her heart, has early stages of dementia … let’s say maybe middle stage. The nice part of it is that one minute she can be as mean as a snake and the next minute, she doesn’t remember a thing.
In the middle of all that, I’m not so lucky. Being accused of stealing her money doesn’t bother me much anymore, because I know it is not true in any way shape or form. Still, I may ask God for a brain eraser to scrub that brain worm.
She has been falling off and on since she came to live with us. She’s fallen four times in the last month. One left her face bruised and bloodied. When the home health nurse comes and I tell the nurse about the latest fall, Mama adamantly denies it.
Today, I was telling her she has to stay alone for a few hours while Ronald and I go to the surgeon’s office tomorrow. I said that we would lay breakfast and lunch on her table and put drinks in her little refrigerator. I said, “Mama, you need to be really careful while we are gone so you don’t fall.” She replied, “I never fall.”
Maybe I should ask God for a roll of spiritual duct tape for my mouth because at that point, I should have remained silent. Instead, I reminded her of the four falls she had this month. “Mama, you fell, you just don’t remember.”
She got up from the kitchen table and replied, “That’s just the excuse you use to tell all those lies about me!”
That’s where I needed the duck feather cape to let it roll right off my back! Despite the fact that I bust blood vessels in my eye pretty much every time we pick up her off the floor and we are going to the surgeon for Ronald’s hernias that were a result of the same activity, she is determined she doesn’t fall. Lord, have mercy!
You know this blog is named Kara Beth’s Katharses, right? I write to help me find something that can turn my mood around. Stuff like this gets my panties in a knot – and I can guar-an-tee you – there ain’t no room in my britches for nothin’ else but my back side! As I’ve said before, getting my panties in a knot is uncomfortable and makes a body walk funny.
I’m sure you’ve all been there one time or another. Everyone has her own trouble and her way of coping. Writing and reading are mine.
The greatest katharses (this is an alternative spelling by the way) is finding something from the Bible that I can read and hold on to. I find great comfort that King David and other writers in the Bible had issues that were frustrating. They weren’t afraid to tell God how they felt. The really cool part is God listened and gave them encouragement to carry on.
My daddy used to say, “Everything’s gonna turn out all right, Karabethy!” My heavenly Father tells me He is my refuge, my tower of strength, and the lifter of my head. As He restores me I will rejoice and be glad.
I think I’ll let my mind think on that for a while. I feel better already. Thanks for listening!
Blessings Kara Beth
