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Talk about one of those crazy days we in the Sandwich Generation know all too well. It started so smoothly – some great time working on homework with one grandchild, my senior mom's aquatics therapy, and a lovely lunch for mom and me while getting acquainted with our newest project (check back Thursday to find out what THAT is 😉 ). Back we went to scoop up another grandson and head for Walmart to do some gift-shopping, bubble buying, and coupon-item collecting. Half-way through all that, my poor mom started feeling awful! My grandson took charge of her cart, she went to sit down, we checked out quickly and headed home.
While I was running through the primary options for what was afflicting my mom (medication side-effect, an old bug rearing its ugly head, or an old-fashioned tummy bug), my grandson discovered some odd bumps on his skin! Oh no – a double disaster and major juggling to come!
Once we were at home, I divided and conquered. Settling grandson down on couch to watch Wild Kratts for an extra special nap-time (he was THRILLED), I unloaded the perishables, took mom's temp and blood pressure, sent pix of the bumps to grandson's mom, and quickly looked up all my three ideas. Sure enough – ALL three were definitely staying on the list of culprits. Grandson's was easier – probably good ole hives which he gets occasionally. Benadryl to the rescue for him. And mom was off for a nap as well, so time for me to sit down and type this early, JUST IN CASE I can't do it later due to all of this!
I went looking for the sermon notes where I had written the name of a song I really liked to pair up with Wednesday's encouraging Bible verses – extra comforting today, "My flesh and my heart may fail, But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." Psalm 73:26. I definitely was needing that strength right then! And the name of that hymn. But my notes were missing and I could NOT think of the title. Doing a bit of research, though, I was glad I couldn't find it. Because instead, I discovered this sweet song by Larnelle Harris, The Strength of the Lord…
…followed by the sweetest comment. It was such an encouragement to me and I bet it will be to all of you other grandparents out there.
Praise God for His strength and encouragement, even in the midst of the Sandwich Generation issues. Praying your weekend is going much smoother than mine and praising God for His presence in our weekend. Although, as I finish writing this both my patients are feeling much better – hooray! Tho another grandchild isn't feeling too chipper. So now I'm off to pick up the well ones for church, praising God no matter what, and resting in His strength. 🙂