What A Day

It's been a dreary day for bus visitation. I had to wear a jacket and met with MANY children who were either not going to be at home tomorrow or were going to parties tonight and wouldn't be up. It is very discouraging at times.

It's hard not to take it personally when you see that some are losing interest. It's at those times that I have to realize that there is a much bigger plan than my being able to keep all these kids interested in church. It is very hard for me to not go beyond what God expects. Sometimes I feel pressure that I have to be faithful. These children are watching me and I'm afraid that if I don't visit them each Saturday and show an interest that they will connect that with God's care for them and become discouraged. This is the problem I have encountered with the children I have lost to the other church. I don't want those children to think that I don't care about them and yet I don't trust the other people from the other church to continue to be faithful to them. This is a very hard learning experience!!

Tonight I heard a dreaded sound. I was busy cleaning the kitchen when all of the sudden it sounded like thunder downstairs. I knew that Grandma had probably fallen. I threw down my broom and ran as fast as I could up the stairs only to find her between the bed and the dresser, flat on her back. I have dreaded that one. Because of her mastectomy so many years ago, she can not raise that arm very high. She has no muscles to speak of in her legs and her knees are in pain so we were at a loss as to how to get her up. After about twenty minutes AND A LOT OF SWEAT, we finally got her up. Evidently she didn't have any bad consequences but I would not be surprised if she has several bruises. She was in good spirits and was surprised that we heard her. LOL.......I thought the house was falling!!!