Saturday, June 7, 2025

Dear God,

It has been very challenging taking care of my husband who at 89 broke his back.  Doing everything for him has been exhausting, painful and frustrating.  Because I have bulging discs in my neck, arthritis in my shoulders and carpal tunnel syndrome in my wrists, I do my best but I am totally worn out and I have pain of my own.

A couple days ago you brought me an idea to build him a bed in the sunroom downstairs because he couldn't get upstairs easily and the bed did not work for him.  While Harold had tried to sleep on the couch for several nights and I slept on the hardwood floor so I could be near, to be sure neither of us got rest without pain.  Then you brought me the idea.  I went upstairs, tore apart three different beds, got help carrying down the pieces and I put them together in the lovely, bright and warm sunroom.  He fell asleep like a content baby.  And the gift to me as I lay down on a twin mattress on the floor?  One single, bright, twinkling star in the dark night sky.

Thank you

for gifts indescribable

for weary souls.

You are full

of love

for every child.

Thank you

for leaning down

to help

this one.

Love, Andrea