Lately

For God alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken....For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken. On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Psalm 62:1-2, 5-8. 

We've been pretty weary and spent. Then I spent some time in the ER again last night, and spoke to my aunt and uncle in Germany on the phone this morning and heard about my aunt's operation to have her kidney transplant removed, daily dialysis, and how her lungs are filling with fluid so some days she can't speak. These are always things to shake us up a bit, aren't they? My aunt reminded me of my grandmother, who spent years without safety or a soft bed during war times. How thankful she was just for a bed. I have a bed. A soft bed. My family has soft beds. How thankful I am! My uncle says he prays, "Lord, I am at the end, done, finished. You are not. How should this go on from here? You are the Lord. I will trust in You." My aunt chimed in, "I make sure the more I suffer, the more I praise and thank God. He is God." And there's the push to walk on, as my sweet husband preaches, walk on in faith in Jesus Christ, who loves me and gave Himself for me. Weary and spent. Untiring and full.

This is what our lot looks like now: