Last weekend, I was sick with a cold and although I really didn't feel that bad, just very congested, I stayed fairly confined so as not to share my germs. It actually was a pleasant pause from "Martha-hood" and the "I gottas or I need tos", plus it gave me more time to sit at Jesus' feet, like Mary. The thought even ran through my mind that it might be a calm before a storm. The storm I had in mind was moving Mike and his having to adjust to a new place, new people, and new routine again. I had no idea the storm would be that we are back to no appropriate placement for Mike, pressures regarding finances again from District 19, and the stress of feeling so helpless.
I am forever grateful to all of you who have been praying for so long along with me and who doubled your efforts in the past few days during the, hopefully, worst part of the storm. With the help of family and friends, I have written, they have edited, and today I mailed a letter to the Governor of Virginia asking for assistance. With the figures I currently have, it would actually save the Commonwealth of Virginia approximately $110,000 if money could be approved for Mike to go to a brain injury specific rehab facility in Virginia Beach compared with staying at CSH.
Tonight, tossing and turning in bed, I was reminded that several months ago a friend said something about millionaires giving away money. So, I grabbed my phone and asked Google about it and several sites came up about asking celebrities and millionaires/billionaires for money and how many of them are looking for causes to do just that with their wealth. I figure I may as well do some research into that also. It never hurts to write letters and ask.
Around mid-day yesterday I was on my knees, crying and asking the Holy Spirit to pray for me because I didn't know what else to say or ask from God. I was really at a loss, the burden was so heavy, the pressure too much, and despair was so close. I heard my phone jingle to notify me that I had a message, so I picked it up and had a beautiful, timely message from a sweet friend. She told me that she was praying for me and thinking/singing/praying the following verses for me:
Psalm 55: 22, 17 (Is a song they sing in their church)
Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved. Evening and morning and at noon will I pray and cry aloud, and He shall hear my voice.
Psalm 27:13, 14
I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; Be strong and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the LORD.
I am so thankful that she followed the prompting of the Holy Spirit and sent me that message. It was God's word to strengthen my weary soul at that moment and I desperately needed to hear it. Waking up this morning, I had a feeling of peace, a sort of emptiness - not in a bad way, but like a release or that I really am doing all that I know to do. I'm giving it my best shot, trying not to hold anything back, even when it's out of my comfort zone.
I had a really good visit with Mike today. At first he kept looking at me and saying "no, no" then he stopped saying that and would only nod or shake his head while staring at me. Food is always a good "ice breaker" or diversion, so once I broke out the snacks and drink, he ate and then he seemed to be more comfortable and would talk a bit. I'm not supposed to take my phone in, but today I broke the rule so that I could show him photos of Aria and Watson. He really enjoyed looking at the photos and while we were sitting there, he put his arm around me. Very sweet. We read a newsletter from missionary friends, and then took turns reading tomorrow's Sunday school lesson out loud. He started to get antsy towards the end, but wanted to finish reading. There was still about 20 minutes until lunch, so we were going to play 2 hands of Phase 10, but after the first hand, he started sort of rocking back and forth and wanted to return to the ward to get ready for lunch.
I did tell him that I was doing all I could to get him into a better place and he asked me "What about the house?" (meaning Madison House) So I told him they had decided they could not take him, but that lots of us were praying for a better home for him. He did not get upset. I had been praying about this interaction as I know some of you were too, and I am so thankful that God paved the way and it was not traumatic.
Well, it is now almost 3:00 AM and I hope I can go back to bed and go to sleep.
It's Palm Sunday.
Hosanna to the King of Kings!
Jesus Christ is Lord!
Celebrate His Majesty & Holiness!