One more hour of sleep. That's really all I wanted. I knew I should get up because she would be disoriented in our home. At 97 years old, everything new came with shock and confusion for her. Everything seemed scary. None of the current possibilities included the safe harbor of her home.
One fall was all it took. The knee went out and the medicine stopped the blood from clotting. The hematoma grew and the worry set in. The doctor's medicated. The healing takes time. Then another fall. Middle of the night. The medicine could be the problem. One more night and one more fall and it was decided. She comes here. To our home. "But you have your family" she argued. "You are my family," we replied. She convinced us of one more try. Cousin stayed with her and all was well. Then it happened again. The final fall. No one was going to hear her arguments now. She was coming with us. She gave no arguments. She was ready.
As we wait to take in another orphan (or orphan siblings), we are confronted with a widow. We laugh. When God said to take care of the widows and orphans, we didn't know He meant "AT THE SAME TIME!" As we chose to say, "yes" to grandma living in our home, we said, "yes" to God. We took His name when He unselfishly gave it to us on the cross. With His name, we knew that meant everything. We took His name and said, "yes" to Him. We may not have understood at the time what that would mean in our lives, but we are living His name. We are completely blessed to be drawn closer to Him through those he calls "the least of these." We do not deserve this honor and so many would miss the blessing, but for us, we did NOT take His name in vain.
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