Every year for at least the last ten years, my mom and sisters and I have taken a weekend trip to the ocean. This “girls only” get-away is something we look forward to all year-long. It involves lots of card games,
wonderful meals prepared by some awesome cooks,
a kite flying contest on the beach,
and lots of visiting and laughter. The whole trip centers around this lady, our amazing mom, Jean.
Mom is the heart of our family and she loves to have fun and play games.
Unfortunately, she has been battling shingles since Mother’s Day, and the pain is excruciating. When we suggested cancelling our trip and doing something closer to home, mom insisted that she would be well enough to go. She confessed to several of us that she was afraid it would be her last time at the ocean.
Last Friday was the much-anticipated date of our trip. As I headed to her home, I received a call advising that mom had asked my sister to call 911. A few minutes later I got another call that they were taking her to her doctor’s office instead of the hospital and I met them there. Mom was sent home with yet more medication. The ocean trip was out of the question.
Plans were quickly changed and we all gathered at mom’s house. We did spend the weekend together, but it wasn’t at all what we expected it to be. Instead of card games, we took turns lovingly caring for mom. We reassured her that there was no place we would rather be than right there with her. While she napped, we visited and talked about how we would rearrange our schedules to care for her long-term.
It is never easy to have your plans change at the last moment. Only trusting that God is in control brings peace to a fearful and chaotic situation. We don’t know what the future holds, but we do know our mother rests in the hands of our loving Heavenly Father, and there is no better place to be.