Monday

Today has been pretty uneventful, I still have this cold and laryngitis, but think I am rounding the corner. We will see tomorrow.
David is lots better and He was one day ahead of me in this so I know my turn is tomorrow.

In other thoughts, I have been pretty concerned about my baby sister, Yes she is in her late 50s but she is still my baby sister. I seem to have always been concerned about her.
When our Dad died, I recall her crying at school. I went in, (big old 11 year old me) picked her up in my arms and held her. The school nurse made me put her down. I was just heart broken for her and I felt I needed to help.
I ran her bathwater for several years, Years when she was old enough to do it herself but felt I had a duty to her and the designated baby of the family. She always seemed fragile to me, Not sure why.
On Friday I tried to call her, I felt the need. I got not answer. So tonight I told David, " I have not heard from Jeanette for a while, I think something is wrong."
Sure enough within 30 minutes the phone rang, and she was in the hospital. She is in dire need of prayer. Poor little girl, she barely weighs 90 lbs and has COPD. She is embarrassed about her oxygen but she needs to just accept it as this is part of her now and she is not the only one in this life boat.
That gets me through a lot of problems. Not that I want someone with me but to know someone else is in there, gives me determination to make it through.
No one likes to face trials alone but to know you can beat it is the biggest recovery effort we can make.
We may not beat it but our mind set is such that we can fight harder.
She is not well mentally dealing with all this stuff. (who would be?) She could literally write a book on her trials the last 15 years.
While talking to her and her crying, she told me what she did last night, It involved taking her grandchild back to their dad. I knew instantly why she had gotten so sick. Jeanette has practically raised those two grandchildren. Their welfare is so prominent in her mind, she can not think of herself or how to get well. She only thinks of them, putting herself last.
I wish I had a magic wand to make it all go away for her, all the heartaches, problems and the fear of sleep, Fear she won't wake up, Because she cant breathe.
But I can't, I am only human and all I can do is love her and pray for her safe keeping.
I adore her and always have, Did we ever have tiffs? Of course that is what sisters do but the bond is tight and always will be.
To all you that believe in prayer please whisper a little one for her, she needs to know she is loved and needed.
So this has truly been a Monday, a Monday with me in bed with a cold, my sister in a hospital bed with COPD and me so far away. I would love to help and hold her hand.
I only pray God gives me the right words to say when I talk to her. The words of encouragement and words to console her troubled spirit.
She says she is not a strong person to pull herself up, but with Gods help we can all pull ourselves out of the pits we dig.
So pray for her, her children and family.

He was despised and rejected of men, A man of great sorrows .

He was oppressed and afflicted yet he did not open his mouth.

Isiah 53:3,7

Lord be my example when my heart is pierced

by rejection or scorn...

In the strength of you power,

in the comfort of your presence,

in the quiet of your peace,

Help me stand.