I am sitting downstairs of the RM House...waiting to drive Brian to the hospital. Today he will take a class to learn how to change the dressing on Josh's Picc line. We have to be cleared to do that in order to get Josh home.
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Getting his Picc line dressing changed
I as I wait, I went through my new, usual routine, I make my vitamin juice (gross) and toast to help the juice go down. I am not in my own kitchen so I am now relying on the generosity of others, even as I a make something as simple as toast. As I go to butter my toast, and go looking for a knife.... I am pleased to find that someone.. the night before.. had replenished the empty knife drawer. Now, I am not sure who the knife fairy is..but I am grateful. This may seem like a small thing, but today, it is comforting to me.
I know there are many, much larger, more important challenges, ahead, like keeping Josh's Picc line incision clean, but for today.... I am grateful for a knife.
Dear Father, thank you for supplying our daily needs. Thank You for knowing what our future holds.
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Dear, dear, Ilene,
We just picked up your precious daughter here at the Phila. airport, and now we're all sitting together after dinner just being a family. I pray she'll feel a part of the bigger Walton family and enjoy a change in scenery even though her heart might still be back with you all in Houston.
I am SOOO praying for you. Thank you for writing your thoughts; that really helps me ... you've been on my heart through all this. Love you, Ilene! Lean into Jesus. Laurie
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