I want to walk in faith. And not worry so much.
To be unshaken by my present circumstances and undaunted by today's challenges.
And yet here I find myself troubled in spirit and unsettled in my soul.
So you might not know that we care for my mother-in-law and that she and Dad have lived with us for the past 17 years.
And how I love her.
And how she suffers from Alzheimer's and hardly recognizes who we are anymore.
Yet it has become increasingly difficult to care for her -- not because we don't want to -- but because her condition continues to deteriorate.
Among other things, she has this strong impulse to slip out the door and start walking out into the hundreds of empty acres that surround our property. Packing her fuzzy, pink slippers with her as she's heading off to heaven.
God has called her and so she's heading Home with her heavenly slippers tucked neatly under her arm.
And she gets fairly irate when we try and stop her.
Even downright feisty.
I suppose I'd get irate too, if you stood in the way between me and heaven.