Sunday, May 28, 2017
This morning I am feeling a bit blue.
Yesterday was a very bad day – the early morning hours started out rough, and by 7:30 a.m. the entire household was in chaos.
All because of one out-of-control person.
By 8 a.m. I had fled the house and was engaged in what I do when stressed out … driving; and trying my best to free my thoughts from what was a painful and distressing situation back at the house. My husband was with me in the truck – despite his battling pneumonia and bronchitis (home would have been the best place for him; but home, at that point, was a battlefield). While aimlessly driving around for half an hour, I said, “I’m going to check out some 55+ Mobile Home Parks and see if there are any homes for sale. If there is, I’m going to give serious thought to what you mentioned a few months back.”
My husband had mentioned that perhaps at this time in our lives, it was time to downsize.
At that point in the pickup, I was in total agreement. For several reasons – one of those reasons being back at the house. At 68 & 61, we need peace in our lives. That was not going to happen with the tornado in action we just fled.
So we looked. At several Parks. And set our sights on 2. It took all day and by the time we got back home, we had made a decision to sell the house and move asap. And the tornado had packed up and vacated the house before we returned; with grandchildren in tow.
Which brought on the first tears of the entire torturous day.
I do not miss the chaotic turmoil stirred up by one person in particular – but, the silence of the house seemed to echo the finality of this turbulent break with this person, and the grandchildren.
We have t.r.i.e.d. off and on with this person for y.e.a.r.s., but it is abundantly obvious that one simply cannot help someone who does not want to help themselves. And it is equally upsetting that the children have been dragged into the chaos.
And it’s a change for us too. A Mobile Park (55+, or otherwise) means a significant change to the way our lives have been lived – present and future. But it’s time.
Still, it is all heartbreaking.
And so I cried. For what was, what could have been, what is, and what will be.
My husband said, “Remember Job”.
That’s all it took to dry my tears up.
Job is my “go to” Book in the Bible because it’s SO FULL of HOPE and COMFORT for the soul weary Christian.
The Message of JOB – Entire Book