Being Encouraged

Thank you to those who have prayed. Yesterday I had a really encouraging day. It seemed as though anyone I talked to had something to say that really encouraged me. I was told how strong I was and that I was doing great things. I was told that someone who matters a great deal to me was impressed with me and some of the decisions I have made. I was so afraid when I came out here that I wouldn't have a support system. Back home I know that we have people who are there who care and support us, but we are virtually strangers here and I didn't know how I was going to cope. God is good.

Today we spent it not doing much of anything about the estate. We went to church in the morning and spent the afternoon and evening with family. It was a busy day (afternoon and evening were spent with two different parts of the family), we are home late, the kids fell asleep in the car on the way home, and there is a ton of stuff that I have to do tomorrow, but it was a good day.

I feel as though I ate more today than I have in a week. I am so stuffed. There was a fund raiser lunch at the church we have been attending out here, and then for supper we went to a restaurant and I ate my whole meal. It was good, but I think I over did it. As Brendan would say, "I'm bloated!"

I still have to go through the papers, and we are getting ready for the estate sale on Saturday. All this assuming that we can have it in the apartment. I don't know what we are going to do if anyone says we cannot. Well, we'll blow up that bridge when we get to it (Bruce's saying -- I'm just borrowing it).

I'm exhausted and am going to bed. At least now it feels like we are accomplishing something and we may actually be done here by the time we head home. I'm just a little nervous because we are going to be hauling a trailer behind our van through the mountains. I'm not really looking forward to that part. But we made it this far. I'm sure we'll be just fine.

How Quickly Things Change

Well, one week after my last post, I received a call telling me that my mom had passed away. Since then I have made arrangements to take a month off work, to have a memorial service, and to start the process of managing her estate.

You know, the funny thing is that because I had been out to her place in October because of her being in a diabetic coma, I have had people say, "Well, I guess it was to be expected, eh?" Let me tell you, it was not expected. She had by all appearances seemed to be doing better and was finally getting the help she needed to manage her diabetes and get mobile again. And no one is expected to die at the age of 51.

So I go from being sad to being angry to exhausted to just trying to think of the next thing that has to be done. And I feel as though I can't think fast enough or move fast enough. Eating is one of those things that I could do without, as well. I'm not intentionally not eating -- in fact I make a point of making sure I at least eat breakfast, but I am just not hungry.

Anyway, I have to go get some more stuff done. I've just been thinking that I should start writing some of my thoughts down so I can look at them later a little more objectively. If you care, please pray. If you have been or are praying, thank you.