“I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet” ―
I am being hit by a result of CoVid19 in a way that makes me complain this morning. The father of my daughter-in-law has passed. Although he lived some distance away, it would be important to us to go to his memorial as we did for his wife two years ago. CoVid19 keeps that from happening.
As I sat here just now, I looked into a journal I wrote March 19 1998. The theme is that God feels our Infirmities. This is the entry.
I met a couple in sign language class. They were selling their home to move to Old Mexico. They invited the class over for dinner. Dinner was delicious, beautifully served.
He had left his church position for the move, so no job. The sale of their house fell through and their granddaughter was in the hospital. That was on March 2. I called her. The baby had died March 5. Funeral was the 9th. David (the husband) was put in hospital on the 12th with a heart condition. He got out today (March 19th). Doctor told her that her father is dying and she should make arrangements for his funeral. He has been critical for six months. Her daughter is scheduled to give birth next Monday. Tests today showed no problem with this baby.
I pray: God be in their shadows. Fulfill their dreams.
Twenty-two years ago. I don’t remember the people. I don’t know what happened. But I know I don’t feel like I have much to complain about.
I’ll be encouraged by the fact that Herman is delivered from his infirmity and now dwells in health, joy, and Jesus.
If there is a way you can know, Herman and Imogene, you sure blessed us with a wonderful daughter, Vicky. Love you. Vicky. Wish distance (and CoVid19) were not keeping us apart.
Googled Helen Keller picture and quote.
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