Small Requests

Mom continues to decline. More often than not she is in some kind of discomfort. Nausea, pain, fatigue, sleeplessness all plague her relentlessly. She is so ready to go home. She has confronted death and it holds no fear or regret. It simply continues to elude her. But while she waits, and lives, she continues to serve Him. Even when she believes her service is done, He draws her to another mission, another soul that needs to be touched. And so she does. She prays, listens, reads her Bible..... She has small requests. A can of tomato soup, the fan turned on (or off). We sing to her (almost always a favorite hymn). We read to her (her Bible). We talk and remember and make new memories, ones that will sustain us in the days to come.....I cannot think of this. Once again, I flounder at the thought of life without my loved one. Once again, God is faithful.