Mish-mash on Monday

I am sitting in the living room , watching Fox News, watching Agnes sleeping, waiting for the hospice nurse to visit,

Yesterday was a tough day for Gary.  Taking care of his mom was stressful.  The man who was combining soybeans for us drove the combine into a sunken tile hole and was stuck.  I was watching the kids during Hilary's two photo shoots.  Lots of juggling people and distance and time, but we survived.

Last night was stressful as well. Today brought a broken belt on our combine plus my being by myself with Agnes.  I am glad I can help, but being alone with her makes me nervous.  I don't like being the person to decide on her care by myself.

So as I am sitting here, waiting for hospice and watching Fox, these are my thoughts.

*this election can't be over soon enough.  No matter who is elected, people will be upset and predict gloom and doom for themselves and our country.  Can so much angry division ever evolve into peaceful unity?

*weather...I just saw a "this many years ago there was a blizzard...." And thought about how blessed we are with good weather right now.  We can be here with Agnes and not worry about how we will get home, whether our furnace is working or not, or if we will have enough food.  We don't have to be concerned about hospice coming here if needed. Plus there is a huge savings to our expenses when the furnace is not running.

*i started a new OBS this morning called Wait and See.  How timely is this?  From the intro and the first chapter of the book, plus the study questions I have completed, I know that I need to focus my prayers on comfort for Agnes, peace to face the events of the next few weeks, and the fortitude to make the most of the time we have together.  The nurse stressed talking, sharing stories, but that is hard for her to do.  So I am just sitting, anticipating her needs for strawberry milkshakes and cold water.

*harvest-I just want Gary to be finished.  This has been a hard harvest for several reasons...first one without his dad, machinery breakdowns, wet beans, rain, and now caring for his mom.  He needs to be in the house, but I can help by being here when he can't be.  Mark has offered his help, but Gary still doesn't want to ask him  to help with the last field. Pride?  Maybe.  He is always offering to help others, but he doesn't want to ask for help himself. This isn't exactly the ending he wanted for the season or for his farming career.

*i took a walk this morning, about 15 minutes down the road to the south and back.  It felt good to get outside, breathe some fresh air, and move my legs.  My Fitbit was happy since the walk overlapped two hours and I was able to track 250 steps in each hour. A beautiful day. Warm sunshine. Crisp air.

It always helps to remember the blessings.  The good things.  Even in the midst of sadness, God wraps His arms around us and leads us through.  Sometimes it is hard to remember that.