Today’s a brand new day. So grateful for life. So blessed that Momma is still with us. Although the progression process has been very slow, she’s still progressing. Taking things one day at a time. Prayers for continued peace, patience and guidance. Amen
Life happens, right? And some things are just completely beyond our control. I would say this past week has taught me the meaning of, “Just go with the flow.” However, it’s one lesson I’ve been learning over the past year and a half.
Last night I finally stop resisting it, even the slightest bit. Last night I changed my prayer from, “Lord, I’m tired. Please help me make it.” to “Lord, I know you will not put more on me than I can bear. Please help me handle things from a place of peace.”
Today, I’m going with the flow from a place of peace. Projects that need to get done will be done when I get to them. Deadlines will have to be pushed back, and I’m okay with that. I know that where I am at this moment is where I need to be. God’s got me. Everything will always work out according to God’s plan, which will always be in my favor. ♥️
UPDATE #2: My mom is AWAKE and talking!!! God is soooo good!!! Thank y’all so much for the prayers.♥️
UPDATE: I spoke with my Mom’s ICU nurse a little while ago. She said that my mom actually responded to a few commands this morning. She also held her eyes open for a while. This is all great news!🙏🏽
The past several days have been overwhelming. However, the good news is, my mom is still with us.
As for me, I can’t even begin to describe where I’m at emotionally. Sometimes it feels as if I’m experiencing multiple emotions all at once– frustration, sadness, confusion, and loneliness, then throw in a bit of optimism. Ugh!
Y’all, I’m exhausted but can’t seem to rest. Haven’t had much of an appetite; however, I’m eating because I know I’m supposed to. Basically, I have been forcing myself to eat, drink and sleep. Every time I feel like I have a handle on things, something else pops up.
Yesterday Momma opened her eyes for a brief moment while my sister and I were in the room. Y’all, it felt like a miracle had happened. We were so happy. That was during the first ICU visitation. During each visitation that followed, we expected her to do the same or more but nothing happened. She barely even moved. One of my sisters said we should only speak positively. That negative conversations will only make things worse. She doesn’t want to hear anything other than Momma is going to pull through. Guess what?! This is really difficult to do when you’re the person who has to make the final decisions in case she doesn’t pull through. And that person is me.
Yes, it hurts. It’s painful. It makes me want to scream. ButI’m here. I’m making it. I’m going with the flow. God’s got me. Life…
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