Comfort for Caregivers in Chaotic Times

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EDITORS NOTE: If you are anything like me, the past few months have been a roller-coaster ride on every level. Each day brings news of more trouble, crisis and confusion. The world wide scale of sorrow and pain is almost too much for me to wrap my mind around. I’ve attempted to update this blog several times since the last post in January, but have not been ready to do so until now. I wanted to wait until the “dust settled” on COVID-19 so that I could provide accurate and timely information that would be useful for all caregivers — information that could be applied to each reader’s life and circumstances.

I choose not to focus exclusively on all the negative news. I choose instead to focus more of my attention on uplifting and positive messages. I have learned over time that it is better to focus on the problem solver, rather than the problems over which I have no control.

Today’s post is all about spiritual renewal in difficult times. Why? Because it is my belief that until we as caregivers get our spirits in the right place, nothing else matters. I believe in the power of God’s Word and prayer as the right tools to get us there. That is why I’ve selected Psalm 119, a scripture passage written in the form of a prayer. We can pray it over ourselves, our loved ones, our nation and our world. I pray that it will renew your spirit, refresh your soul and edify your faith. None of us knows what tomorrow will bring, but we know Who holds our future. ~

This post may be too long to absorb in one sitting, so I challenge you for the next twenty-two days to take one section per day, meditate on it and let it sink into your spirit. Ask the Holy Spirit to reveal to you how it applies to your life before reading it out loud as a prayer. Afterwards, listen to the corresponding song to reinforce that day’s main theme. And don’t forget to share a link to this post with anyone you know who is in need of spiritual encouragement.

A link to each song is provided below each written section.

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PSALM 119

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Your Word Is a Lamp to My Feet

This psalm is an acrostic poem of twenty-two stanzas, following the letters of the Hebrew alphabet; within a stanza, each verse begins with the same Hebrew letter.

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DAY 1

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ALEPH.

Blessed are those whose way is blameless, who walk in the Law of the LORD.

Blessed are those who keep His testimonies and seek Him with all their heart.

They do no iniquity; they walk in His ways.

You have ordained Your precepts, that we should keep them diligently.

Oh, that my ways were committed to keeping Your statutes!

Then I would not be ashamed when I consider all Your commandments.

I will praise You with an upright heart when I learn Your righteous judgments.

I will keep Your statutes; do not utterly forsake me.

DAY 1 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 2

BETH.

How can a young man keep his way pure?

By guarding it according to Your word.

With all my heart I have sought You; do not let me stray from Your commandments.

I have hidden Your word in my heart that I might not sin against You.

Blessed are You, O LORD; teach me Your statutes.

With my lips I proclaim all the judgments of Your mouth.

I rejoice in the way of Your testimonies as much as in all riches.

I will meditate on Your precepts and regard Your ways.

I will delight in Your statutes; I will not forget Your word.

DAY 2 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 3

GIMEL.

Deal bountifully with Your servant, that I may live and keep Your word.

Open my eyes that I may see wondrous things from Your law.

I am a stranger on the earth; do not hide Your commandments from me.

My soul is consumed with longing for Your judgments at all times.

You rebuke the arrogant—the cursed who stray from Your commandments.

Remove my scorn and contempt, for I have kept Your testimonies.

Though rulers sit and slander me, Your servant meditates on Your statutes.

Your testimonies are indeed my delight; they are my counselors.

DAY 3 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 4

DALETH.

My soul cleaves to the dust; revive me according to Your word.

I recounted my ways, and You answered me; teach me Your statutes.

Make clear to me the way of Your precepts; then I will meditate on Your wonders.

My soul melts with sorrow; strengthen me according to Your word.

Remove me from the path of deceit and graciously grant me Your law.

I have chosen the way of truth; I have set Your ordinances before me.

I cling to Your testimonies, O LORD; let me not be put to shame.

I run in the path of Your commandments, for You will enlarge my heart.

DAY 4 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 5

HE.

Teach me, O LORD, the way of Your statutes, and I will keep them to the end.

Give me understanding that I may obey Your law, and follow it with all my heart.

Direct me in the path of Your commandments, for there I find delight.

Turn my heart to Your testimonies and not to covetous gain.

Turn my eyes away from worthless things; revive me with Your word.

Establish Your word to Your servant, to produce reverence for You.

Turn away the disgrace I dread, for Your judgments are good.

How I long for Your precepts!

Revive me in Your righteousness.

DAY 5 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 6

VAU.

May Your loving devotion come to me, O LORD, Your salvation, according to Your promise.

Then I can answer him who taunts, for I trust in Your word.

Never take Your word of truth from my mouth, for I hope in Your judgments.

I will always obey Your law, forever and ever.

And I will walk in freedom, for I have sought Your precepts.

I will speak of Your testimonies before kings, and I will not be ashamed.

I delight in Your commandments because I love them.

I lift up my hands to Your commandments, which I love, and I meditate on Your statutes.

DAY 6 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 7

ZAIN.

Remember Your word to Your servant, upon which You have given me hope.

This is my comfort in affliction, that Your promise has given me life.

The arrogant utterly deride me, but I do not turn from Your law.

I remember Your judgments of old, O LORD, and in them I find comfort.

Rage has taken hold of me because of the wicked who reject Your law.

Your statutes are songs to me in the house of my pilgrimage.

In the night, O LORD, I remember Your name, that I may keep Your law.

This is my practice, for I obey Your precepts.

DAY 7 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 8

HETH.

The LORD is my portion; I have promised to keep Your words.

I have sought Your face with all my heart; be gracious to me according to Your promise.

I considered my ways and turned my steps to Your testimonies.

I hurried without hesitating to keep Your commandments.

Though the ropes of the wicked bind me, I do not forget Your law.

At midnight I rise to give You thanks for Your righteous judgments.

I am a friend to all who fear You, and to those who keep Your precepts.

The earth is filled with Your loving devotion, O LORD; teach me Your statutes.

DAY 8 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 9

TETH.

You are good to Your servant, O LORD, according to Your word.

Teach me good judgment and knowledge, for I believe in Your commandments.

Before I was afflicted, I went astray; but now I keep Your word.

You are good, and You do what is good; teach me Your statutes.

Though the arrogant have smeared me with lies, I keep Your precepts with all my heart.

Their hearts are hard and callous, but I delight in Your law.

It was good for me to be afflicted, that I might learn Your statutes.

The law from Your mouth is more precious to me than thousands of pieces of gold and silver.

DAY 9 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 10

IOD.

Your hands have made me and fashioned me; give me understanding to learn Your commandments.

May those who fear You see me and rejoice, for I have hoped in Your word.

I know, O LORD, that Your judgments are righteous, and that in faithfulness You have afflicted me.

May Your loving devotion comfort me, I pray, according to Your promise to Your servant.

May Your compassion come to me, that I may live, for Your law is my delight.

May the arrogant be put to shame for subverting me with a lie; I will meditate on Your precepts.

May those who fear You turn to me, those who know Your testimonies.

May my heart be blameless in Your statutes, that I may not be put to shame.

DAY 10 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 11

KAPH.

My soul faints for Your salvation; I wait for Your word.

My eyes fail, looking for Your promise; I ask, “When will You comfort me?”

Though I am like a wine skin dried up by smoke, I do not forget Your statutes.

How many days must Your servant wait?

When will You execute judgment on my persecutors?

The arrogant have dug pits for me in violation of Your law.

All Your commandments are faithful; I am persecuted without cause—help me!

They almost wiped me from the earth, but I have not forsaken Your precepts.

Revive me according to Your loving devotion, that I may obey the testimony of Your mouth.

DAY 11 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 12

LAMED.

Your word, O LORD, is everlasting; it is firmly fixed in the heavens.

Your faithfulness continues through all generations; You established the earth, and it endures.

Your ordinances stand to this day, for all things are servants to You.

If Your law had not been my delight, then I would have perished in my affliction.

I will never forget Your precepts, for by them You have revived me.

I am Yours; save me, for I have sought Your precepts.

The wicked wait to destroy me, but I will ponder Your testimonies.

I have seen a limit to all perfection, but Your commandment is without limit.

DAY 12 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 13

MEM.

Oh, how I love Your law!

All day long it is my meditation.

Your commandments make me wiser than my enemies, for they are always with me.

I have more insight than all my teachers, for Your testimonies are my meditation.

I discern more than the elders, for I obey Your precepts.

I have kept my feet from every evil path, that I may keep Your word.

I have not departed from Your ordinances, for You Yourself have taught me.

How sweet are Your words to my taste—sweeter than honey in my mouth!

I gain understanding from Your precepts; therefore I hate every false way.

DAY 13 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 14

NUN.

Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.

I have sworn and confirmed that I will keep Your righteous judgments.

I am severely afflicted, O LORD; revive me through Your word.

Accept the freewill offerings of my mouth, O LORD, and teach me Your judgments.

I constantly take my life in my hands, yet I do not forget Your law.

The wicked have set a snare for me, but I have not strayed from Your precepts.

Your testimonies are my heritage forever, for they are the joy of my heart.

I have inclined my heart to perform Your statutes, even to the very end.

DAY 14 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 15

SAMEKH.

The double-minded I despise, but Your law I love.

You are my hiding place and my shield; I put my hope in Your word.

Depart from me, you evildoers, that I may obey the commandments of my God.

Sustain me as You promised, that I may live; let me not be ashamed of my hope.

Uphold me, and I will be saved, that I may always regard Your statutes.

You reject all who stray from Your statutes, for their deceitfulness is in vain.

All the wicked on earth You discard like dross; therefore I love Your testimonies.

My flesh trembles in awe of You; I stand in fear of Your judgments.

DAY 15 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 16

AIN.

I have done what is just and right; do not leave me to my oppressors.

Ensure Your servant’s well-being; do not let the arrogant oppress me.

My eyes fail, looking for Your salvation, and for Your righteous promise.

Deal with Your servant according to Your loving devotion, and teach me Your statutes.

I am Your servant; give me understanding that I may know Your testimonies.

It is time for the LORD to act, for they have broken Your law.

Therefore I love Your commandments more than gold, even the purest gold.

Therefore I admire all Your precepts and hate every false way.

DAY 16 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 17

PE.

Wonderful are Your testimonies; therefore I obey them.

The unfolding of Your words gives light; it informs the simple.

I open my mouth and pant, longing for Your commandments.

Turn to me and show me mercy, as You do to those who love Your name.

Order my steps in Your word; let no sin rule over me.

Redeem me from the oppression of man, that I may keep Your precepts.

Make Your face shine upon Your servant, and teach me Your statutes.

My eyes shed streams of tears because Your law is not obeyed.

DAY 17 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 18

TZADE.

Righteous are You, O LORD, and upright are Your judgments.

The testimonies You have laid down are righteous and altogether faithful.

My zeal has consumed me because my foes forget Your words.

Your promise is completely pure; therefore Your servant loves it.

I am lowly and despised, but I do not forget Your precepts.

Your righteousness is everlasting and Your law is true.

Trouble and distress have found me, but Your commandments are my delight.

Your testimonies are righteous forever. Give me understanding, that I may live.

DAY 18 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 19

KOPH.

I call with all my heart; answer me, O LORD!

I will obey Your statutes.

I call to You; save me, that I may keep Your testimonies.

I rise before dawn and cry for help; in Your word I have put my hope.

My eyes anticipate the watches of night, that I may meditate on Your word.

Hear my voice, O LORD, according to Your loving devotion; give me life according to Your justice.

Those who follow after wickedness draw near; they are far from Your law.

You are near, O LORD, and all Your commandments are true.

Long ago I learned from Your testimonies that You have established them forever.

DAY 19 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 20

RESH.

Look upon my affliction and rescue me, for I have not forgotten Your law.

Defend my cause and redeem me; revive me according to Your word.

Salvation is far from the wicked because they do not seek Your statutes.

Great are Your mercies, O LORD; revive me according to Your ordinances.

Though my persecutors and foes are many, I have not turned from Your testimonies.

I look on the faithless with loathing because they do not keep Your word.

Consider how I love Your precepts, O LORD; give me life according to Your loving devotion.

The entirety of Your word is truth, and all Your righteous judgments endure forever.

DAY 20 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 21

SHIN.

Rulers persecute me without cause, but my heart fears only Your word.

I rejoice in Your promise like one who finds great spoil.

I hate and abhor falsehood, but Your law I love.

Seven times a day I praise You for Your righteous judgments.

Abundant peace belongs to those who love Your instruction; nothing can make them stumble.

I wait for Your salvation, O LORD, and I carry out Your commandments.

I obey Your testimonies and love them greatly.

I obey Your precepts and Your testimonies, for all my ways are before You.

DAY 21 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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DAY 22

TAU.

May my cry come before You, O LORD; give me understanding according to Your word.

May my plea come before You; rescue me according to Your promise.

My lips pour forth praise, for You teach me Your statutes.

My tongue sings of Your word, for all Your commandments are righteous.

May Your hand be ready to help me, for I have chosen Your precepts.

I long for Your salvation, O LORD, and Your law is my delight.

Let me live to praise You; may Your judgments sustain me.

I have strayed like a lost sheep; seek Your servant, for I have not forgotten Your commandments.

DAY 22 SONG OF MEDITATION:

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~May God reveal Himself to you in new and profound ways as we navigate our way through these difficult times, one day at a time. ~

WHEN A LOVED ONE PASSES

A LOVING TRIBUTE TO ESSIE RINGO

Photo courtesy of John Ringo

Some of you may be wondering why I’ve been absent from this blog since early September 2019. This blog post explains where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing since then.

For the past two months, my personal life has been on hold. This included my daily writing sessions. I did this so that I could help other family members care for a dear family member who was dying.

In a nutshell, I’ve been serving as a caregiver to my precious 90-year-old mother-in-law, Essie Ringo. A massive stroke left her bedridden and in need of Hospice care in early September. It was her personal wish NOT to be admitted to the hospital, but instead remain in her home, surrounded by family and friends during her last few weeks of life.

It is my highest honor to introduce you to her by sharing the picture you see above, taken by my husband on the occasion of her 90th birthday party on December 23, 2018. It was the BEST recent photo taken of her and one that our family will cherish forever.

I also want to share with you her remarkable story and WHY she was so dearly loved by so many who knew her.

ESSIE’S BACKSTORY

For most of her adult life, Essie’s life mission focused on caring for special needs/at risk children. She and her late husband, Basil Ringo started a home for homeless children back in the 1960’s. The home was associated with a large church (located in the same neighborhood) as an extension of the church’s community outreach ministry.

Essie had six biological children. Over the years, she and her husband also legally adopted four children whose parents were unable to care for them for various reasons. They then foster-parented over thirty other children outside of the government’s foster-parenting system. She and her husband never took a dime of government money to support their household.

They both worked full-time, (she as a nurse in hospitals and him at various jobs). They pooled their incomes with other employed adults from their church, some of whom were live-in assistants and had a heart for ministering to children. If the combined incomes were not enough to cover expenses, they relied on love offerings or in-kind donations from their church family to supplement their income and meet the needs.

Essie continued the work and mission her husband had begun for six decades after her husband died in the late 60’s. In recent years, she helped her youngest son (also a nurse) and one of her other adult sons (a deaf-mute) take care of one of her adult grandsons. A tragic car accident back in 2007 left her grandson in a coma, brain injured and confined to bed or a wheelchair for eleven years until his death in 2018. She and her sons faithfully cared for him in her home. Her sons took care of her when her own health began to fail over the last few years. Other family members contributed financial, emotional and respite support, when needed.

She was a woman of strong faith and possessed deep compassion for children. Her memory and legacy will live on in the life of every child she helped to raise. And what a remarkable life she lived!

In fact, at her birthday party last December, over two hundred of her family members, friends, along with current and former neighbors gathered at her church to celebrate with her over a potluck dinner. Person after person stood by her chair in front of the group and shared how they met her, favorite memories, funny stories and times when she made a life changing impact on their lives. Their stories brought laughter, tears and at times, spontaneous applause from attendees.

As I watched and listened to everyone speak, it occurred to me that this birthday party was like a wake, except that in this case, it was a chance for Essie to hear from people she loved and who loved her before she left this earth. What a wonderful day it was!

This is why I don’t regret one moment of the time I spent with Essie during her last weeks of life. In fact, I feel privileged to have been there for her in her time of need.

Essie moved to Heaven on October 14th, 2019.

Before she passed, Essie and I shared some very special conversations and inspiring moments I will never forget as long as I live. I will share one of those conversations with you at the end of this post.

First, I want to address an issue that is difficult for family caregivers to deal with—the passing of loved ones we have been caring for, and the end of one chapter of our care giving journey.

When the End is Near

Regardless of how long you’ve been caring for an ill or injured loved one, thinking or talking with them about end of life issues can be emotional and difficult. It’s a set of topics most people want to avoid. It is nonetheless critical to do so while your loved one can still make important personal decisions.

As hard as it may be, I believe it is vital that we have those difficult conversations. If for no other reason than to provide peace of mind to our loved ones and ourselves. Knowing in advance what another person’s personal wishes are before they become incapacitated can relieve much stress when the end is near.

Topics to consider include gently asking your loved one the following questions:

  • Do they wish to be in a hospital with palliative care or in a home setting with Hospice care during their final weeks of life?
  • Do they want a viewing prior to burial so that family and friends who haven’t yet done so can say their goodbyes? Or would they prefer a pictorial presentation of their life that celebrates who they were when they were healthy and happy?
  • Preferred type/method of burial (cremation vs. traditional burial). If cremation is chosen, where do they wish for their remains to be sprinkled, planted or otherwise distributed? If traditional burial is preferred, where do they wish to be buried and what do they want written on their headstone?
  • Would they prefer a church setting, a home setting or a favorite place in nature they enjoyed visiting in life as the backdrop for the final gathering of family and friends?
  • Financial considerations: have they purchased a burial package or an end of life insurance policy to cover final expenses and if so, who has legal access to the funds or documents? Who is legally authorized in advance to make decisions and act on their behalf when the time comes?

These decisions may seem basic, and yet if they are not made in advance, the caregiver, family members and friends are left to answer them after the fact, which can be an extreme source of stress for all concerned. Especially when not everyone agrees on how they should be handled and by whom.

Family drama should be avoided at all costs. The simple way to avoid family drama is to document a loved one’s final wishes in writing, on video, or by whatever means is at your disposal while they are able to do so. It’s difficult to argue with a dying person’s wishes when they are clearly spelled out in writing and signed/dated by them.  

A BEDSIDE CONVERSATION WITH ESSIE

At the beginning of this blog post, I promised to share with you a precious conversation I had with Essie during her last few weeks of life.

One day, as I stood by her bed alone, we began discussing angels, heaven, eternity and more.

We talked about all the family members who have passed into eternity over the years. This is a rather long list, as the Ringo family has lost so many members. It started with their father’s untimely death (when my husband was only six or seven years old), and continued as one by one, several siblings died way before their time—including Essie’s oldest son who committed suicide.

This large family has lost at least as many people as those who remain alive and well today.

After a brief pause in our conversation, Essie closed her eyes, as if drifting off to sleep. Then, a moment later, she opened her eyes wide and smiled.

“They’re ALL going to be there!”, she exclaimed in a loud voice.

“Yes, Essie”, I said. They’re all going to be there. The moment you step foot out of that portal into eternity, they will all be waiting to greet you! You’ll be able to enjoy a family reunion with all of them and you can update them on all of us who are still here on Earth!”

“Do you know the first thing I am going to do after I get to Heaven?”, Essie asked me. I reached for her hand and squeezed it gently.

“No, what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to give Jesus the biggest hug EVER!”

I smiled and said, “I’m almost jealous!” I paused. “Do me a big favor, mom?”

“Anything for you, sweet girl. Anything.”

“Would you give Jesus another hug from me and tell Him how much I love Him?” Tears welled up in my eyes and slowly ran down my cheeks.

Essie smiled again. “I most certainly will, darling. I most certainly will.” She closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep with a faint smile still on her face.

ANGELS ALL AROUND

A recently published edition of Chicken Soup for the Soul entitled, Angels All Around contains 101 true stories from ordinary people who have had extraordinary personal encounters with angels, or who have been impacted in some way in life by angels.

One of those stories is mine. Inspired by one of our granddaughters, it is a snapshot of a conversation I had with her when she was about seven years old about angels—in this case, a guardian angel. More on that in a moment.

Right after Essie’s stroke, family members from far and wide began to gather in the living room where her hospital bed had been set up by Hospice. They came in waves to say goodbye to their, mom, grandmother, great-grandmother and great-great grandmother. One day, I think I counted about thirty people or more crowding into the living room and spilling out into the dining room and kitchen area.

One of those people had driven with a friend all night from Arkansas to say her final goodbyes. It was the same granddaughter who inspired my story about angels so many years ago when she was a little girl. Now grown and living on her own, I wanted to gift her a copy of the story she inspired.

Before doing that, I asked Essie if she’d like me to read the story to her out loud, and she eagerly agreed.

I called all of the young people in the house, including my granddaughter into the living room.

Some perched upon couches, others stood or sat by her bedside. As I read the story aloud, tears began to fall, including my own. Essie had always loved the topic of angels and now was no exception. When I finished the story and closed the book, the room was silent. I felt such a sense of closure and peace. The fact that Essie got to hear the story before she moved to Heaven was somehow comforting to me.

In the weeks that followed, as the end neared, Essie began to talk about the angels she was seeing in the room. She described them in detail and informed whoever happened to be in the room with her, the exact moment the angels appeared to her. I knew they were there to prepare her for her final journey into eternity.

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Rest in peace, sweet Essie. You will never be forgotten. Your smile will continue to light up our hearts and minds, every time we think of you. I’ll love you forever and can’t wait to hug you AND Jesus when my time comes. Your name means “Star”, so every time I look up at a star filled sky, I will think of you and the love and light you shared with me here on earth.

From this day forward, I will treasure this beautiful picture of you and will do my best to follow your example, by living a life of service, and loving all those whom God puts in my path.

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Essie and me in late September, 2019

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OPEN DOORS: OPPORTUNITIES FOR GRACE, GRANTS & GROWTH

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As caregivers, it’s easy to limit ourselves by thinking small. We start to think that because we are full time caregivers, we will never be able to reach our own full potential.

The dreams, life goals and career choices we had before we became caregivers now seem out of reach, or worse, no longer possible.

Worse yet, we allow ourselves to believe that we have no future beyond the walls of our home.

  • We lose ourselves in the daily routine
  • We give up on the idea that we will ever be able to expand our horizons beyond our role as caregivers
  • We forget that someday, our care giving days may come to end and we’ll need a transition plan to re-start our lives
  • We forget that care giving for most people is a season of life, not a life sentence
  • We lose all hope.

It doesn’t have to be this way. But how do we get there? How do we get past the often harsh reality we deal with on a daily basis?

We do it when we:

  • Change our negative mindsets
  • Release our self-imposed limitations
  • Believe that we can change our lives for the better
  • Educate and empower ourselves.

But, you may argue: being a caregiver often leaves little time or energy to pursue other interests. True. But, if we use what precious little down time we do have to focus on taking positive action, we can start to feel better about the future.

If we allow ourselves to dream again and think about ourselves and our future, we open the door for hope to return.

We can benefit by educating ourselves. Read books on personal development. Learn new skills or develop old ones. Pursue creative interests.

Planning for the future can help preserve our current sanity.

A DARING DECISION

Six years after my husband’s accident, a social worker suggested that he enroll in college. Neither of us attended college after graduating from high school.

Instead, we both chose to go straight into the corporate world. We wanted to earn good incomes so we could afford a comfortable life.

He landed a good job with a small engineering firm as a draftsman. His award-winning drawings from high school helped him land his first professional job.

I worked as a temp for several large oil and gas companies in downtown Houston for about two years. Eventually, I had enough experience to land a permanent job at the local natural gas company.

The day my husband was encouraged to enroll in college, we sat in the social worker’s office stunned by her suggestion. It had been twelve years since he’d graduated from high school. Plus, a diagnosis of dyslexia during his childhood presented a challenge for him when it came to academics.

The idea behind the suggestion was for him to re-train for a new career. What if he could apply his manual drafting knowledge and skills to the (then) brand new field of computer-aided drafting?

He agreed. After more thought and discussion, his initial goal was to get a degree as a computer-aided draftsman (CAD). Then he could work from home and supplement our family income.

To achieve that goal, he first had to study Computer Science. It was the late 1980’s. Personal computers were in their infant stage of development at that time.

By learning computer-aided drafting, he could get in on the ground floor. Doors of opportunity with major employers could open to him.

He applied and got approved for a Pell grant. This grant covered tuition and all related college expenses. It also covered gas money for attending college and other associated living expenses.

Of course, as his primary caregiver, I would need to attend college with him. He needed someone to drive him back and forth to the college, located in a city an hour’s drive away from our home.

He would also need my help to navigate the campus, open doors, carry his books, take notes in each class, feed and help him with other personal needs.

It was a big decision that would require many changes to our daily routine. We discussed it in great detail. We prayed and asked for God’s guidance and help.

It was a huge leap into the unknown, but in the end, we decided to at least give it a try. We had nothing to lose and so much to gain.

Since a full time schedule was not physically possible for us, we opted for a part-time schedule on a trial basis.

THE BIG QUESTION

One day during a session with his student adviser, the counselor turned to me and asked an interesting question.

“Why haven’t you enrolled in classes too?”

Her point was that if I was sitting through every class with him, I too should be getting college credit for it.

I resisted the idea with everything in me at first. Why? I’d never sought nor desired higher education. I thought it was a huge waste of time and money. Besides, I was independent, a proud self-learner and stubborn.

At the time, to be honest, I didn’t see why I needed a college education. What was the point? After all, I was now a full-time caregiver. Why did I need a college degree? Deep down, I was scared. What if I tried and failed? I rationalized my fears by arguing that I didn’t need any more stress in my life. It was too much pressure.

Besides, I argued – computer science was NOT my chosen field. My personal choice would have been to major in English with a secondary degree in psychology. Learning about computers intimidated me. Besides, I was a word person, not a technical person (or so I thought at the time). I had failed every math course I ever took and was certain that learning computers involved math.

The counselor was relentless. She kept asking me the same question each time we met. I kept saying “no”. She kept trying to convince me to say “yes”.
Finally, I gave in and agreed to try and applied for my own Pell grant.

THE REWARDS OF SAYING “YES”

The end result was that I DID learn a lot about computers in the two and a half years that followed. We didn’t end up finishing our degree program. This was due to a job opportunity that was presented to us while we were attending college that we couldn’t pass up. But I learned enough basics to teach myself how to use computers from there.

Shortly after college, using money I’d earned from odd jobs, I scraped together enough money to buy my first PC. I used what little spare time I could muster to teach myself how to use a wide variety of software programs.

The rewards gained from this unexpected education?

My new computer skills helped me start a small home based computer business while I was a caregiver. I went on to land other technically oriented side jobs that I could do from home. These side jobs helped supplement our family’s meager disability income.

In early September 1997, my full-time care giving days came to an abrupt end. Three weeks later, I got a job in the space industry, working under contract to NASA, which turned into a successful twenty year career.

Had I not found the courage to enroll in college, I would not have gained the skills needed to land a corporate job.

Fourteen years of absence from the workforce due to full-time care giving was a huge gap in my resume. Without some college experience, and community volunteer work, I would have had nothing to fill in the blanks.

What saved me was the belief that I could learn and succeed at something outside of care giving alone.

AN OPEN DOOR

My brief experience in college served as a stepping stone to future success. I realize now that this education was a gift from God to me. It opened many doors for me after my care giving journey came to an unexpected end.

Having some college credits vs. zero got my foot in the door, despite not having earned an actual degree. That education and the discipline I gained as a college student still serves me well to this day.

Your personal care giving situation may be different than what mine was back then.
Perhaps you and/or your loved one cannot physically attend a brick and mortar college. That’s okay. In the 21st Century, you can still pursue education, formal or informal.

How?

You have access to something I didn’t have back then because it didn’t exist – an Internet connection.

Because of this, you can access thousands of online courses on the Internet from an equal number of online colleges or other learning institutions. Financial aid and/or Federal or State grants are also available via most online colleges. https://www.geteducated.com/free-college-scholarships/308-online-college-grant-and-free-money

It starts by making a decision to expand your horizons beyond your role as a care giver. Listen to your intuition and give yourself permission to identify and pursue your passions.

At the very least it will keep you focused on moving in a positive direction. It will also help you keep your sanity while you are a caregiver by giving you a reason to hope again. You never know where it might lead.

LIFE LESSONS LEARNED

Here’s what I learned…

Allow yourself to dream big again. Believe in yourself. Educate yourself. Empower yourself. Ask for God’s help and guidance. Look for opportunities and open doors. Have the courage to say “yes”, even if it scares you to your core. You’ll never know if you can do it until you try.

Will it be hard? Yes. Will you want to give up at times? Yes. Will you question why you ever agreed to step out of your comfort zone and expand your horizons in the first place? Yes.

Will it be worth it in the end? YES!

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Hello world!

Welcome to my new blog!

The Beauty of Imperfection: Kintsugi for Caregivers 

You. Broken. Restored. Beautiful.

A book by the same title is now in-work. I plan to finish writing the book by end of August 2019 and to begin the editing/publishing process in the fall of 2019.  Final release date is currently TBD.

Both the blog and the book are based on the ancient Japanese repair method known as “Kintsuigi”, which means “golden joinery”, or mending broken objects using gold dust mixed with lacquer.

See the menu button at the top of blog entitled, “What is Kintsugi?” to learn more.

The focus of both this blog and the book are to explore what it means to apply the concept of Kintsugi to the repair and restoration of  broken hearts.

I call it Kintsugi for Broken Hearts.

This is content is specifically designed to meet the needs of full time caregivers who provide personal care for injured or ill family members—whether in a private home setting , in a care facility, or serving the needs of others as a healing professional.

Kintsugi for Broken Hearts teaches us that like a broken piece of pottery that is mended using the Kintsugi method,  if we as humans choose to allow the broken places within our hearts to be repaired and restored with spiritual love, and light from our Creator, we become more beautiful for having been broken.

It is then that we can fully avail ourselves of the mercy and grace that help us navigate the ups and downs of caregiving on a daily basis.

In addition, as we allow ourselves to be restored to health and wholeness, like a repaired piece of pottery, the places in our lives that were that were once broken become stronger than they were before. This is due to the reinforcing strength produced when the cracks are filled with the “golden seal” of divine love, healing and light. Character is found in the cracks.

Once restored—whether in reference to a piece of pottery or a human life—one need never again hide one’s flaws, but rather highlight and celebrate them as enhancements that will enable authentic service and commitment to others.

Are you a full time caregiver who feels broken or fragmented on the inside?

Do you spend a lot of time and energy trying to hide your perceived flaws and imperfections so you can gain acceptance or approval from others?

If you have been a long term caregiver, do you wonder sometimes if  you are damaged beyond repair?

Whether you are new to caregiving or have years of experience in the role, are you tired of crying in the darkness when what you really want is to embrace laughter and light?

Are you willing to go on a journey of discovery to find restoration for your soul and take back the life you know you were meant to live?

If you answered “yes” to any of the questions above, The Beauty of Imperfection is your roadmap to restoration of body, mind and spirit.

Find restoration for your weary soul.

Find tips, tools and resources to help you in your caregiving journey.

Uncover what the truth about what motivates you to care for others (this is your WHY).

Find your voice as a caregiver and learn how to share your story to help others.

Discover your “tribe” where you can feel at home, safe, and accepted.

Connect—share your struggles,  ask for support when needed, and encourage other caregivers.

You. Broken. Restored. Beautiful.

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You can also reach me on The Beauty of Imperfection Facebook book launch page by clicking here: https://www.facebook.com/kintsugirules/?modal=admin_todo_tour

Or, you can request to join my private Facebook support group to meet and interact with other caregivers here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/2279325902312536/

Check back here often for new blog posts that will help you in your caregiving journey.

THE HOUSE THAT LOVE BUILT – PART TWO

THE GROUNDBREAKING

The spring of 1992 brought not only an abundance of rain and spring flowers to the farm. It also brought renewed hope and excitement to our family.


After the winter rainy season finally passed, construction on the new house began in earnest.

Community work crews descended on the 1.5 acres of land where the new house would stand and got right to work. They started by clearing and preparing the land for laying the foundation of the home.

Bulldozer clearing land

Over the next few months, we watched our dream home materialize daily before our eyes. Piece by piece—like a child’s Lego creation, the walls, frame and roof came together.

Our pastor served as project foreman. His expertise as a community leader was on full display. He coordinated every facet of the building process.

This included recruiting and supervising laborers and securing donated materials. He also raised monetary donations to pay for materials that had to be purchased.

Volunteer laborers of all kinds came together with a single vision: to bless us with a home that would serve us well into the future. The home was 1232 square feet.

It was originally built as a two bedroom, two and half bath and was custom designed for lots of wide open living spaces and full wheelchair access. The master bedroom occupied one third of the total square footage and had an open design home office area on one end.

It was truly a community effort.

Volunteers raising a wall



Volunteers framing a house
A roof frame

After our morning routine, we were out on the construction site. We were eager to see what had transpired since the day before. I photographed and filmed all new progress made.

This was before cell phones even existed. So, I used “old school” technology to document this amazing project.

A cheap Polaroid camera for still shots. A bulky hand-held video camera that used tiny cassette tapes to record footage. To view said footage, it was necessary to plug the tiny tapes into a special VCR cassette tape and watch them via a VCR player!

My husband rolled around the construction site in his wheelchair, talking non-stop to the workers, making helpful suggestions and having a blast.

Our young daughter, then age 11, ran around the site with one of her best friends (the pastor’s daughter). She was so excited the day the workers framed out what would become her new bedroom!

Our daughter’s bedroom
A second view of our daughter’s bedroom study desk and closet.

I was most excited about the new “galley” style kitchen. The crowning jewel for me was the installation of a used Jenn Air stove top. It had a built-in exchangeable grill, griddle and burners.

The stove top was donated by a generous couple in our church who ran a Christian retreat center in the area. It had been in storage for seven or eight years and needed a lot of elbow grease to clean it up and get it ready for installation.

I brought parts and pieces of it into the old farmhouse one at a time for weeks before it was finally ready to be re-assembled. I happily scrubbed and polished every part until it shone like new!

This is not a photo of the actual Jenn Air stove top, but is the same model and style of the one that was donated to the new home project by a couple from our church.
A wide shot of the new galley kitchen. Double doors led to a laundry area just wide enough for a side by side washer and dryer. Directly across from the laundry area is a built in pantry. (Not seen in this picture.)
A view of the kitchen appliances and automated door leading out to carport. My husband had a remote control button mounted on his wheelchair that enabled him to freely open this door from a few feet away with a touch of the button.
A view of the dining room from the kitchen. Double doors between the dining room and living room (not seen) into the master bedroom. Carpeting was indoor-outdoor, with no padding to make it easier for the wheelchair to roll around on it.

A brand new roll in shower was also installed in the master bedroom.

A brand new 4′ X 4′ roll in shower, was built, located on one end of the master bedroom for easy access. A bathroom counter top and sink were also installed. Directly across from this shower was a half bath.

Construction took place for most of that year. Finally, in the second week of September, the house was complete and ready for us to move in.

A covered carport was built on one side of the house and custom made for a large van with a raised roof and a sliding side door with a wheelchair lift . A few years later, the carport was enclosed and was turned into two more bedrooms and a small family room to accommodate overnight guests.
The house had a sidewalk wrapped all around it to make it accessible by a wheelchair on all sides. French doors led from the master bedroom out to a 20 ‘X 20’ patio that was added after this picture was taken.

The finishing touch was the installation of a gold-plated plaque, which adorned the front door. It was engraved with the following inscription:  

“The House that Love Built ~ est. 1992.”

The weekend before we planned to move in, our spirits were at an all-time high. Family and friends volunteered to help us with the move. It was going to be a lot of hard work, but I couldn’t have been any happier.

Little did I know that my happiness would soon be fleeting.

AN UNEXPECTED WHIRLWIND – THE LONGEST 24-HOURS OF MY LIFE

In a bittersweet turn of events, I received an urgent phone call from one of my sisters on Monday of that same week we were poised to move in. She informed me that our father had suddenly passed away on Sunday. She wanted to know if I would be able to fly to California for his funeral.

My heart sank to my toes.

We had no money to purchase a plane ticket to California. Nor did we have anyone who could take care of my husband while I attended my dad’s funeral.

No one else knew how to perform our daily routine. That routine included:

  • toileting
  • bathing
  • dressing
  • transferring in and out of the wheelchair

My joy over moving into the new house soon subsided and became watered with tears. As the eldest child, I loved my *dad very much. I didn’t want his cremation to occur before I could say goodbye. I hadn’t seen him in several years and desperately needed closure.

I spent hours on the phone that week with all four of my sisters as we did our best to plan a funeral for our dad long distance. We lived all over the U.S., in four different states, so we had no other option.

To this day I am thankful that one of my sisters and her husband graciously offered to pay for my plane ticket. A dear sister in Christ and friend from church volunteered to come and stay with my husband for the time I would be away.

The plan was that she would keep him company, wait on and feed him and our daughter for the twenty-four hours I would be away from home. My husband would remain in bed the entire time I was gone. It was the only way to make it possible for me to attend my own father’s funeral.

So, on Friday of that week, I drove to Dallas and hopped on a flight to California. Upon arrival, one of my sisters (who lived in California) picked me up from the airport. We headed straight for the funeral home where we had a private viewing and said final goodbyes to our dad. That evening I attended dad’s funeral. His funeral was followed by a wake at my grandmother’s apartment.

Immediately following the wake, my sisters drove me back to the Sacramento airport. I caught a red-eye flight back to Dallas, arriving at sunup. Armed with a huge cup of coffee, I began the long eighty-mile drive back home.

THE TREACHEROUS JOURNEY HOME

About halfway home, I started to swerve across lanes due to sheer exhaustion. So, I pulled off the rural highway and parked on the shoulder of the road.

I locked all the doors, turned on the emergency flashers and left the motor running. I laid sideways on the front seat using my suitcase and coat as a pillow. I intended to sleep for thirty minutes or so in order to make it home safely.

While I dozed, a police officer pulled up behind me and tapped on the window. He wanted to know if everything was okay. I explained my long, sad story to him. I told him that now I was simply trying to make it home to my disabled husband before I collapsed in exhaustion.

He seemed relieved to know that my swerving was not because I was drunk. I’ve since learned that when people are as tired as I was, their reactions can appear as if they are drunk.

I was so grateful that he followed me at a distance for the next forty miles to ensure I made it home safely. Knowing he was following me kept me more alert than I would have been otherwise.

By the time I got home, I was so exhausted, I could barely see straight. I was running on fumes. Somehow, God gave me the strength to spend the first hour and a half after I returned home getting my restless husband out of bed and into his wheelchair. After that, I was finally able to crash.

A caregiver’s job can seem never ending at times.

But I was ever so grateful to God that the home I returned to was the brand new, comfortable house that love built. I had only lived in it for less than a week and already it felt like a little corner of Heaven. <3


LIFE LESSONS LEARNED

Be grateful for any good thing that comes your way. An attitude of gratitude will bring more of the same your way. Focusing on the positives in life leaves little time, energy or space in our souls for the negatives.

Let the word of Christ richly dwell within you as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God. ~Colossians 3:16

Into every caregiver’s life, a little rain must fall. So, save up whatever sunshine your soul can find in happy times to sustain you during the rainy seasons. How do you “save sunshine”? When times are good, take lots of pictures and videos. Write down your fondest memories of the people you love and happy events. Save, treasure and re-visit them all the next time the rain begins to fall.

For over all the glory there will be a canopy, a shelter to give shade from the heat by day, and a refuge and hiding place from the storm and the rain. ~Isaiah 4:6

Even in our moments of greatest joy, life’s curve balls can appear out of nowhere and catch us off guard and knock us to the ground. Sometimes the best we can do is to stand up, brush the dirt off and try again. Life is not perfect, and every day is not a home run.

The LORD opens the eyes of the blind, the LORD lifts those who are weighed down, the LORD loves the righteous. ~Psalm 146:8

Dealing with grief is tough under normal circumstances. Grieving the sudden death of a loved one can be even more difficult for caregivers. Be kind to yourself. Rest whenever you can. Don’t be too proud to reach out for the help you need. Do whatever it takes to find closure. Someday you’ll look back and be glad you did.

Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief. ~Psalm 31:9

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*This blog post is dedicated to the memory of my beloved father, Chet Merriam. I will always love you, Daddy! Sending hugs and kisses to Heaven for you.

My father, Chet Merriam
~1936 – 1992 ~

THE HOUSE THAT LOVE BUILT – PART 1

FROM COLLEGE DORM ROOM TO COUNTRY FARMHOUSE

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS. . .

The old saying, “Home is where the heart is” certainly reflects reality for many family caregivers. We tend to be compassionate people who spend a lot of time at home with our loved ones, for obvious reasons.

But care giving can also drastically alter a family’s financial situation and require lots of changes and transitions when it comes to where they live and their overall quality of life. And that can eventually affect the well-being of the entire family.

While preparing to write this story, it dawned on me that during my fourteen-year care giving journey, the meaning of the word “home” became a continuous moving target for me.

Why?

We made five major moves in fourteen years. No wonder I was so exhausted all the time!

Here’s some background to help you understand the unique life events that led to our family moving into the House That Love Built. Some of these details were covered in earlier posts, but it is necessary to repeat bits of them here for continuity.

FROM HOMELESS TO LIVING IN A DREAM HOME

After my husband was released from nine months of in-patient rehabilitation, we were — in reality — homeless.

Before his accident, we were live-in caregivers in the lovely town home of a successful businessman who was wheelchair bound, in exchange for room and board. When he decided to get married, we taught his bride-to-be how to take care of him and made plans to move into our own place.

We put earnest money down on a home we planned to lease with option to buy. We were both employed full time with stable careers, and we finally had the income to move out of apartments and buy our first home.

The only challenge was that the home was being remodeled and would not be ready for move in until Labor Day weekend.

So, a month before our scheduled move to our new home, my husband’s parents offered us temporary housing.

We lived in a dorm room on the campus of the Bible college where they were superintendents. They let us store our furniture and household belongings behind the stage in the cafeteria on campus.

It was there on the Bible school campus that the freak accident which resulted in my husband’s spinal cord injury happened. Our daughter and I continued to live on campus during my husband’s lengthy hospitalization and rehab.

Fast forward to his release to return home after rehab. We had no home of our own to go to. I quit my job right before his release from rehab so I would be able to care for him and our daughter full time.

So, we were homeless and jobless.

We applied for long term Social Security disability income and prayed it would be enough to live on.

AN OFFER WE COULDN’T REFUSE

We soon realized that we were not going to be able to survive financially if we stayed in Houston. So, my husband’s parents generously offered us another deal we could not refuse.

They owned a fifty-year old farmhouse that sat on two-hundred and sixty-five acres in East Texas. The farmhouse mortgage had been paid off long ago and no one in the family had lived there for years. It would take some fixing up and remodeling to accommodate a wheelchair. But it was rent free housing on lots of beautiful land.

It seemed like the perfect place for us to start over, to rebuild our lives after my husband’s spinal cord injury. It even had a barn and pastureland with plenty of room for farm animals that our young daughter could enjoy.

I liked the fact that she would grow up in a rural area in a tiny school system where everybody knows everybody vs. a big city public school system. The tiny “cow town” near the farmhouse had a population of about 3,000 people. Most of them seemed like decent citizens, from what I’d been told.

So, on June 11, 1984 we packed our belongings, said goodbye to Houston and headed for our new home in East Texas.

This is not a picture of the actual farm house we lived in for eight years, but it is similar in shape and size to the actual house and was built around the same time, circa 1930’s. We found newspapers from the ’30s in the walls. We think it was used to insulate the walls of the house.

An entire caravan of family and friends camped out around the farm house in nearly a dozen RVs for the first two weeks.

Men scrambled to hammer and saw while women cooked up a potluck storm.

The first thing that had to be done was to build a long wooden ramp so my husband could roll from the driveway up to the front porch in his wheelchair.

To lift him in his motorized chair several feet off the ground meant lifting a combined total of around five-hundred pounds. It took several strong men lifting together to get him safely from the ground to the concrete porch until the ramp was built.

A used hospital bed was set up in the master bedroom with a twin bed next to it for me. Our daughter moved into a bedroom upstairs in what was originally an attic but was later converted to three bedrooms.

Next, the crew built a 4′ X 4′ tile roll-in shower off the master bedroom that accommodated a potty/shower chair and had a removable water nozzle that could reach all body parts.

It was barely big enough for the chair and one person to squeeze into the space between the wall and the chair. But we were grateful that we had a private shower off our bedroom because the only other bathroom in the house was down the hall and inaccessible without major home renovations.

They also installed a sink near the shower so I wouldn’t have to use the kitchen sink to wash and bleach his urine bag and other medical appliances.

Originally built in the 1930’s, the house already had wide doorways and a wide hallway. So no other inside modifications were needed. My husband was able to navigate his wheelchair from room to room without too much trouble after a little practice.

After installing and inspecting kitchen appliances and making sure the water well still worked, the yard was cleaned up and mowed. It was important to keep the grass around the house mowed so we could see the wild animals that lived on the land, should they approach the house.

The farm was home to lots of wild critters including snakes, gators, wild bores, raccoons, possums, rabbits, and more. It was the snakes in the grass I wanted to be able to see before they saw me!

This was all a bit overwhelming for me, a 25-year-old lifelong city girl who had never lived more than a few blocks from “civilization”. The farmhouse was a six-mile drive from town. To reach a decent-sized “city”, we had to drive at least an hour.

But I was grateful for the rent-free housing, the help of our family, friends and neighbors who helped us settled in, and the opportunity to build a new life. I didn’t have a clue what that new life would entail, but it had to be better than what we had just been through in Houston.

The old house served us well for about eight years but required frequent repairs and patch jobs. We relied on the able-bodied men in our church and other male friends we for most of the repairs.

Whenever help from others was not available, I learned how to use lots of tools I’d never used before. I did my best to keep both the inside and the outside of the house in working order.

Between full-time care giving for my husband and daughter, maintaining three acres of land, plus yard work and housework, I used to joke that I didn’t think I even sat down for more than ten minutes at a time the entire eight years we lived in the farmhouse! I worked from sun rise until after sundown every single day.

Time and the elements eventually took a toll on the house and on me. The men from church got tired of patching and repairing the old house every month. It was only a matter of time before it would become uninhabitable.

A MIRACLE OF MERCY

One day our pastor pulled us aside at church. He told us that the church leadership had met and decided to build us a brand-new home!

With the exception of the electrical and plumbing work (which required permits and brand-new parts), all materials would be donated from businesses in the community, the surrounding counties and all the way to sources in Dallas, eighty miles to the east!

Labor would be provided on a volunteer basis by skilled workmen from our church and others in the community who wanted to contribute time and effort to the project.

There were a few legalities to handle before construction could begin. Those were expected to take a month or two to complete.

We didn’t mind waiting one bit. We were so excited!

The new house would be custom designed for the wheelchair. It was going to be small, but well-built with quality materials. It would be energy efficient and generally everything that the old farmhouse was not.

The best part was that my husband (who was a professional draftsman before his injury) got to help design the entire home within a 1,232 square foot limit.

The project would take several months to complete, depending on weather conditions, availability of materials and manpower. But at least we finally had hope that we would have better living conditions within a year from the time the planning began.

The new house would be built on the same property (within a stone’s throw of the old farmhouse), but much closer to the main highway.

Our dream of home ownership was finally going to be a reality, a little less than ten years after my husband’s injury.

LIFE LESSONS LEARNED

  •  Learn to be content and “at home” in your own heart wherever life takes you. Grumbling and complaining because your living environment is imperfect only makes you and your loved ones miserable. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. ~ Philippians 4:12
  • Trust God to provide what you need (not necessarily everything you want) in His perfect timing. “And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus.~ Philippians 4:19
  • Understand that when you are truly unable to help yourself for legitimate reasons, God IS your source and He WILL send people with hearts of compassion to help and provide when you simply ask Him to do so. “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.…” ~ Matthew 7:7
  • Expect miracles! They are all around you. You just have to look for them and thank God for each one. “What do you mean, ‘If I can’?” Jesus asked. “Anything is possible if a person believes.” ~ Mark 9:23
  • Take nothing for granted. Not the roof over your head, the job that you have or the food on your table. Practice an attitude of gratitude by thanking God every day for every good thing in your life. “And give thanks for everything to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.” ~ Ephesians 5:20

The Armadillo and The Ambulance – PART TWO

It was a short ride to our tiny local, rural hospital.

At that time, the hospital was not equipped to deal with serious injuries for patients like him. They took ex-rays and did the best they could to stabilize the injury.

But I became alarmed when I saw them place a flimsy knee splint lined with a thin pillow underneath his leg. A break that bad should be set with a solid cast.

Not only that, but we had to figure out some way to prop it out straight in front of him. The broken bone was a couple of inches above his knee. Even I knew it should not be bent if it was going to heal properly.

After the temporary splint was in place, they quickly indicated they wanted to send him home! I panicked. My imagination went wild trying to picture the horror show it would be to care for him in this condition.

With tears streaming down my face, I stood there in shock. I tried to explain to the medical staff in desperation that sending him home like this was not an option. I did not have the knowledge, skills or equipment to handle this injury alone at home.

Enter – an extreme panic attack.

DIVINE HELP ARRIVES

Thankfully, at that moment, our pastor and his wife arrived at the hospital. I had called them earlier and asked them to come and provide prayer and morale support.

I begged our pastor to help me convince them that they should not be in a rush to send him home. I needed his professional oratory skills to convince the doctor to see things my way. It was unthinkable for them to send us home yet without risking addition injury to his badly broken leg.

The pastor and his wife stepped into the tiny radiation lab with me. Together we reviewed the X-ray films on the X-ray illuminator box screen. Then it was time to confer with the doctor on call. I begged the doctor at the very least to keep my husband overnight for observation. At the very least, this would buy us time to figure out what to do from there.

Our pastor examined the ex-rays closely. He then asked a few probing questions and calmly echoed my concerns. After his initial resistance to the idea of admitting my husband the doctor finally agreed. They would keep him for overnight observation.

I heaved a huge sigh of relief.

Once my husband was admitted and settled in a hospital room, I began to talk to the night nurses. They had just arrived for their overnight shift. As I discussed the care my husband would need during the night, their eyes seemed to glaze over.

They all looked to me to be age sixty or above. They told me they were not trained to care for the special needs of a quadriplegic. (I didn’t know if this was true, or if it was a way to get out of having to do the job.)

It was a sleepless and exhausting night for me. When I needed support the most, the nurses let me down. So, I did the lion’s share of the work during the night. And yes, I was suffering from a bad case of martyrdom syndrome.

Anxiety filled my heart over what to do. Exhausted, I collapsed on the uncomfortable recliner in one corner of the room.

I said a prayer asking for divine help and cried. I tried to sleep, but was only able to doze fitfully, with one eye open, on high alert as a new mother is with a brand-new infant.

I was in fight or flight mode.

A DIFFICULT DECISION

The next morning, my husband’s parents arrived at the hospital. They had driven all night, several hundred miles to get there. We discussed all options and mad a few phone calls. After conferring with medical experts in Houston, we made a difficult decision.

Our only viable option became clear.

We had no choice but to transport my husband by ambulance back to Houston, Texas. He’d spent nine months as an in-patient at a specialized medical rehab center there after his initial accident. That was the only facility familiar with his case and medically qualified to help us.

The immediate challenge we faced was daunting. It required a grueling six-hour ambulance ride from our little rural town in East Texas, back to Houston.

If not for answered prayer, our pastor’s help, the support of my husband’s parents and the qualified medical team at the rehab center, I would not have been able to handle this situation alone.

This event called for professional medical intervention.

Even though I was an experienced caregiver by then, I had to admit I needed help. I was not able to resolve this challenge alone. I did not have the skills nor the knowledge necessary to address this complex challenge.

ANSWERED PRAYER

We stayed in Houston for about ten days. The medical team there jumped into action after reviewing the X-rays and taking a few of their own.

They ruled out performing surgery on him right away. It was too risky in his condition and the chance of infection setting in was high in his case.

He was never expected to walk again. So even if the bone didn’t set perfectly, it wasn’t expected to affect his general quality of life.

After making that decision, they immediately put a proper cast on my husband’s leg. The cast covered his leg from the top of his thigh, an inch or two beneath his groin, down to his foot.

I then got a crash course in how to care for a paralyzed person who also wore a cast.

I learned how to work around the cast to bathe and perform his daily toilet routine. I also learned how to transfer him safely from his chair to the bed and back.

The latter required a special leg sling attached to the Hoyer lift I used at home to move him. It was a frustrating, slow process, and very time consuming to figure it all out.

The rehab personnel then ordered a specialized part for his wheelchair. This part was a prop attached to the chair. It allowed his leg to remain in a horizontal position while in the wheelchair.

I was still anxious about how I would manage to care for him alone at home. But I was also very grateful for the help of experts who knew what they were doing.

It helped when they told me I could call them at any time of the day or night if I had questions once we got home.

Before we headed home, they told us his recovery period would be twice as long as it would have been if he was not a quad.

So, instead of six weeks of recovery, it would take twelve weeks for his leg to heal enough to be able to bend it again.

LIFE LESSONS LEARNED:

No matter how careful we are as caregivers, freak accidents are still possible. We can’t protect our loved ones from all possible harm.

When facing secondary injuries, it helps to remain calm and collected instead of giving in to panic an anxiety.

If we need help to resolve a critical challenge, we as caregivers need to be willing to ask for help from God and from others.

I needed my Creator’s help and guidance. He heard the cry of my heart and answered my prayers in both practical and spiritual ways.

God brought together the right people, with the right knowledge and the right skills at the right time. He helped me learn the skills needed to deal with this new challenge.

He gave me the strength and grace to face this situation head on, even though in truth, I was a hot mess. He gets all the glory!

Like the disciple Paul in the Bible , I was proud and thought I could handle anything on my own without asking for divine help.

In truth, I was weak, but He was strong. I was only strong when I yielded and allowed Him to work through me.

During my husband’s recovery from this injury, I held on to a scripture that brought comfort to my weary soul.

It tells the story of how Paul pleaded with God to take his “thorn in the flesh” away three times. Three times, God said “No”.

Why?

Because God wanted Paul to understand that any good things he did for others did not come from himself, but from a divine source.

Like me, Paul had a stubborn pride problem. God was teaching Paul about humility. Likewise, He used this situation to teach me what it means to rely on Him solely as my source for grace, mercy and strength.

How? By not removing his problem, but instead helping Paul to rely on his Creator for the strength and grace he needed to keep going.

“But he [God] said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

[Paul speaking] “Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

~ 2 Corinthians 12:9

The Armadillo and The Ambulance – PART ONE

Armadillos like this one roamed freely on our rural property, digging holes ever where they went.

A few years after my husband’s initial accident, a second freak accident took us by surprise. It happened when my paralyzed husband fell out of his motorized wheelchair and broke one of his legs.

At the time, we lived way out in the “boonies” and wildlife was everywhere on our property. This included armadillos, who were relentless in their obsession with digging holes on our property.

Armadillos holes and wheelchairs are not compatible. We learned this the hard way when the front wheels of his wheelchair chair fell into two perfectly spaced holes in our yard dug by armadillos.

You just can’t make this stuff up!

The crazy part is this: when we started the day, the riding mower’s battery was dead. So, we had to jump-start it using our van’s battery before we could even start mowing. After we finally got it started, my hubby gave me explicit instructions. “Whatever happens while you are mowing, DON’T TURN THE MOWER OFF! We don’t want to have to jump start it again.”

He used to enjoy sitting outside and watching me mow. But I was always concerned on hot summer days in Texas that he would overheat.

The reason for my concern was that quadriplegics – like certain animals – do not sweat. In the case of spinal cord injured people, nerve endings that would otherwise communicate with sweat glands, are dead.

If a quad overheats, it is not an easy task to get them cooled down to the proper temperature. This can cause other serious medical issues.

Also, some of the medications he was on included warning labels about the dangers of too much exposure to the sun. He was also a pale-skinned red-head whose skin did not tolerate the sun’s rays, even before his injury.

As I mowed a sloping part of our yard that led down to our barn, he parked his motorized wheelchair at the top of the hill. I made several broad circles from the top of the slope to the bottom of that section of our land. There was a large oak tree half-way down the slope that provided some shade from the blazing sun. But he remained at the top of the hill where the ground was level and there was no shade to shield him.

Every time I passed by where he was sitting, I observed him getting more and more red-faced. This was a clear sign that he was indeed overheating. This, despite the full jug of ice water on his Lexan lap board and the damp towel wrapped around his neck. As a conscientious caregiver, it was my job to keep him safe.

On one pass at the top of the hill, I waved at him. I gestured that he looked too hot and pointed toward the air-conditioned house. He nodded and started to turn his chair around and head inside. My back was to him as I proceeded to mow in the direction of the barn.

When I got to the bottom of the slope, I looked up and was shocked to see his wheelchair siting there, EMPTY!

In a schizophrenic moment, I froze. Should I turn off the mower, or not before running uphill to find out what happened? This is stupid, I thought. With great haste, I dismissed the thought and threw the mower into neutral, leaving it running.

When I arrived at the top of the slope, I saw him lying face down on the ground, with one of his legs in a very awkward position. It did not look good.

I screamed and ran toward him, falling to my knees. He calmly told me to roll him over on his back and straighten both legs. As I did so, one leg straightened without a problem. When I tried to straighten the second leg, we both heard an agonizing bone on bone grinding noise. He explained to me that that leg had hit his lapboard as he fell out of the chair. It was obvious that it was a bad break. My heart sank.

He assured me he felt no pain. He then instructed me to retrieve his wheelchair and to place the larger back wheels behind him. This would enable him to prop up against it in a sitting position.

The front wheels of his wheelchair were still firmly lodged in the armadillo holes they had fallen into. I wrestled with the 200-pound chair, attempting to follow his instructions. At that time, I weighed in at a mere 115 pounds, so getting his chair out of the holes was a real challenge, even though it was a power chair.

The minutes ticked by, and with them, my anxiety levels grew.

Once he was in a stable sitting position, leaning back on his chair, I ran toward the house to call an ambulance. Covered in grass, dirt and sweat, I grabbed the phone to make the 911 call. I gave the dispatcher directions to our property (six miles out of town).

I told the emergency dispatcher to tell the ambulance drivers that I would stand at the end of our 1/4-mile driveway to flag them down. This was critical because neither our farmhouse nor the barn were visible from the road. I would need to lead them to where my husband was sitting.

I then ran outside to the end of our driveway near the barn where my husband was sitting. I gave him fresh ice water, wiped him down with a cold towel and explained everything to him. I then raced to the end of the driveway to stand there and watch for the ambulance.

It seemed like an eternity before I finally saw the vehicle turn the corner on the county road that ran in front of our property. I started waving my arms and jumping up and down to get their attention.

I was shocked seconds later when the ambulance breezed right by me and disappeared down a hill! Either the driver hadn’t seen me, or dismissed me. If the latter, it was my guess that it was because I looked like some wild and crazy teenager waving as if I were at a parade. I’m quite sure I looked the part, standing at the end of our driveway, dressed in a tank-top, shorts and flip-flops, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail.

This happened in the days before cell phones existed. So, if they didn’t realize their error and turn around in the next few minutes, I would need to run back to the house, an 1/8 of a mile trek to call them from our land line again.

Then, I would need to run 1/8 of a mile in the opposite direction to inform my husband of what had happened. I feared that by the time I got back down to the end of the driveway, the ambulance would miss me again. Time was of the essence. I felt like a long distance runner training for the Olympics.


My fear of missing the ambulance almost came true.  The ambulance driver did turn around and FINALLY turned into our driveway. I led them to my where my injured husband sat waiting and we proceeded to explain to the paramedics what had happened just under an hour earlier.

By now, I was frantic about getting him into an air-conditioned area ASAP and cooling him down.

The loud buzzing of the motor on the lawn mower was still running. While the paramedics worked to get him stabilized for the ride to the hospital, I ran down the hill and turned it off. I didn’t even have time to change my clothes.

Fifteen minutes later, they loaded him into the ambulance on a stretcher. I took a deep breath, relieved. I jumped in our car and followed the ambulance down the road. We were finally on our way to the hospital.

What started as an average day on the farm turned into a heart-pounding caregiving adventure.

~ END OF PART ONE ~

Check back soon for part two of this incredible caregiving adventure.

DOGWOOD DAZE

A CAREGIVER’S DILIMEMA & A DIVINE DISCOVERY

Flowers on a Dogwood Tree in full bloom

It had not been a good morning.

A basic caregiving task had backfired – big time. I had performed this task for my paralyzed husband many times in the past few years, without incident.

But not so today.

His angry words rang in my ears. My highly sensitive soul felt cut to the bone. I hadn’t meant to hurt him. I was only trying to help. But his over the top angry outburst was about to propel me out of the house.

A book I was reading at the time, Co-Dependant No More, by Melody Beattie, urged readers to practice good self-care at times like this. It advised them to respond in love to those who mis-treated them, but not to allow it to continue.

The book suggested leaving the person’s presence for a time, if/when needed. This gives both parties a chance to cool down before attempting to resolve the conflict.

I had never had the courage to do so in the past without anger. But today, I knew I had to do it. I placed the phone on his hospital table, re-filled his water jug and left the T.V. remote and a snack within his reach.

I calmly repeated to him something I’d learned from the book. “I love you, but I can not be around you when your emotions are out of control. I’m going to be gone for at least an hour to give both of us a chance to calm down.”

He began to threaten and curse me, in an attempt to keep me from leaving the house.

It wasn’t going to work on me today. Heart pounding, I picked up my car keys, turned around and walked out of the room.

Moments later, I was outside in my car, sobbing and shaking like a leaf. I finally found the courage to drive to a nearby pasture on another part of our property. There, I found shelter under a beautiful dogwood tree.

I sat on the ground under the tree, leaned against its trunk, sobbing. I was in desperate need of solace. Why was he reacting in such anger? I didn’t have a clue. Only God knew. I was so upset, I couldn’t even form the words to verbalize a prayer.

I picked up a stick from the ground near me and hastily scrawled the word, “HELP!” in the dirt.

No easy answers came to me.

Still, I lingered for a while, praying for divine guidance. My Creator knew my tender heart and I knew He heard my cry for help. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

Thunderclouds filled the sky above me. It would rain soon.

Was it my fault that he was now unable to trim his own toenails? No. A freak accident serveral years earlier had done that.

As his sole caregiver, I was often frustrated and exhausted, but it was never my intent to harm him in any way. Our life together was hard enough now without adding fuel to the fire.

How had it come to this? What had happened to our marriage since his injury? It had always been a difficult relationship, but increasingly, it felt like a war zone. Was I somehow to blame for an unintentional clip of his toenail that made him bleed?

I searched my heart. No, I’d tried not to hurt him, but the clippers had slipped in my hand, tearing a tiny corner of the flesh on the side of his toe.

Despite the fact that he was paralyzed and could not feel physical pain, he became enraged. He observed the entire process from a sittting position in his hospital bed. I sat on a stool at the foot of his bed and worked to trim his toenails.

The very sight of a single drop of blood on his toe caused him to go into a rage, as if I had done it on purpose. My mind was numb, my body ached. A glance at my watch showed that an hour had passed. I’d never left him alone this long before. I’d have to go back in the house and face him soon.

What would I say? Nausea flooded my body; my head was pounding. What to do? I breathed a silent prayer.

A beam of sunlight broke through the clouds. I looked up. A single dogwood flower took final leave of its branch, and floated in slow motion to the ground.

It landed gently on the word “HELP!”, written in the dirt near my foot. Was it a sign from God? An answer from the heavens?

A sudden bolt of inspiration hit me. I now knew what I needed to do. Slowly, I rose to my feet. Divine peace filled my heart. I reached for a low hanging branch and pulled a handful of flowers from the tree.

After returning home, I walked slowly toward the house, my heart pounding. Once inside the bedroom, I walked to one side of his hospital bed, without speaking a word. He watched me intently, uncharacteristically subdued and silent.

Tenderly, I laid the wild flowers on his knee. He bit his bottom lip and teared up for a split second. Walking to the end of the bed, I wiped the dried blood from his toe and the tears from my face.

Picking up the clippers, I sat down on the stool and resumed the simple task I had started a little over an hour ago.

***

Life Lesson Learned:

As caregivers, sometimes our loved ones take their negative emotions out on us. We can’t control their responses, but we can control how we respond back to them, with divine help from our Creator.

This does not mean we should accept mistreatment, but it does mean we can choose to take the high road and control our own responses and actions.

I discovered this truth as a result of this and dozens of similar incidents I encountered as a family caregiver.

A scripture that applies is found in Matthew 5:44 –

But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.

The promise that is given to us if we do so is found in 1 Peter 3:9 –

Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing.

The Legend of the Dogwood Tree posted below, teaches us more about what the Dogwood tree is said by some to symbolize and what we can learn from it.

Author Unknown


NOTE: This post is based on a true story from my life experience. It is intended to help illustrate a life lesson learned only. It is not intended to criticize, harm or otherwise insult any unnamed person(s) involved in the story.





























Torture or Testing?

It was one of those days when everything seemed to go wrong before noon.

As I vacuumed the living room floor for the second time that day, I fell into despair. I thought about all the major life challenges our family had faced over the past several months.

For the past three weeks, the reality of what had happened to our family had been driving me crazy.

My husband had recently completed a nine-month rehab period, after his spinal cord injury. Less than a month later, we moved from the city of Houston to a small rural county in East Texas.

The fifty-year-old farmhouse sitting on over 200 acres of land was a gift and major blessing from his family. The paid off mortgage meant we didn’t have to pay rent. But the house was not in the best shape and was not wheelchair friendly.

So for the first two weeks, family and friends helped us do some remodeling. They built a wheelchair ramp for the front porch and a modified 4’X4′ roll in tile shower add-on to the master bedroom. I was thankful for all the help.

But after everyone left, as I watched the last car leave my driveway, the full gravity of the responsibility that was now mine alone hit me. It fell upon me like a lead blanket.

Negative tapes kept playing in my head over and over again. Questions and thoughts circled in my brain, non-stop for three solid weeks. It had been an eventful year. I was still processing everything and trying to come to a place of inner peace and acceptance.

But instead, I felt I was being tortured. I constantly obsessed over all we had lost and felt sorry for myself. Negative self-talk and questions resulted.

  • why us?
  • what had we done to deserve this?
  • how did we go from living a comfortable lifestyle to living at the poverty level?
  • this feels like pure torture!
  • why are we being tortured like this?

Suddenly, a still small voice within my soul whispered quietly: “Is it torture or is it testing, Melody?” PEACE. I immediately recognized my Creator’s voice. His question stopped those negative tapes from playing instantly!

Divine peace settled over me like a warm blanket for the first time in months. Torture or testing?

Hmmm …that put a whole new perspective on things.

Perhaps this was a spiritual test of some sort. If so, a choice lay before me. Was I going to continue my pity party for the rest of my life and remain miserable? Or would I stand up, shake off my negative mindset and view these hardships as a test of my faith?

I knew I would pass or fail this test, based upon my response at this moment in time. The torturous thoughts had gone on long enough. It was now or never.

Deep in my heart, I wanted to pass the test more than anything in the world. I wanted to find the life lessons in all that had transpired. I wanted to overcome. I wanted to heal.

I turned off the vacuum cleaner, sat on the couch and cried for the first time in months. The negative tapes in my head went silent. Divine peace filled my heart.

From that day on, I had hope that with God’s help, I would pass this test. No matter what it took.

I wasn’t alone in this struggle.

Romans 8:31 What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?