Next.

“He is no more.”
That’s how my husband told me that his father had died. The doctors did all they could to make him comfortable and he was talking and coherent until the end, but he asked them to sit him up and then he died. I feel really bad for my mother in law. They were married over 40 years. She will probably come and live with us once she finishes up loose ends, with the option to go home whenever she wants. I’ve been preparing for this for a while. It’s just a matter of executing the plans I made when my father in law first went into the hospital. I am not facing the future with a sense of anxiety, but so many big things are about to happen in our lives that it is a matter of wonder. What’s next.

Friday morning, I was determined to take some time out for myself to recharge spiritually before I started what was going to be a very very busy day. After my prayer, I read some scriptures from the bible, and the scripture I just happened to choose included a verse on the importance of getting up early in the morning and spiritually preparing for my day. What an affirmation. I was on my way to spiritual renewal, which always gives me a high level of insight and patience to deal with the demands of my life. Problems still come, but with faith the impossible just takes more time. I was on the road to strength and reconnection. I had no idea what was around the corner.

Around four o’clock this morning the phone rang. I pretty much knew what it was, because NOBODY calls at that hour. (Well my dad used to because he gets up with the chickens, but we had a talk and that’s another story, but nobody usually calls at that time with good news.)