In spite of tiredness I need to go visit Mum today and make sure they're giving her pureed foods, ask about the test for the UTI, and see if they're delivering the wheelchair today. And then go over and talk to Dad about the repercussions of what is happening, which look to me right now like she is going to die within not very long unless we get a stomach tube put in.
I WILL love thee, O Lord, my strength; the Lord is my stony rock, and my defence : my Saviour, my God, and my might, in whom I will trust, my buckler, the horn also of my salvation, and my refuge.
2 I will call upon the Lord, which is worthy to be praised : so shall I be safe from mine enemies.
3 The sorrows of death compassed me : and the overflowings of ungodliness made me afraid.
4 The pains of hell came about me : the snares of death overtook me.
5 In my trouble I will call upon the Lord : and complain unto my God.
I'm good at complaining.
And at re-reading books, and sitting around chewing my nails while I stare at the piles of housework while the children all tumble around me shouting for things like more juice and another movie and sometimes another book read aloud. And I lament and shovel goldfish crackers and pretzels out to fill their gaping little mouths.
Must get up from computer and go make tea and shout briskly up the stairs.