A Simple Prayer

I've been caring for Granma for 2 months.  I am keenly aware of my moods, attitudes and lack there of.  I've been trouble by what I see.  

God is good!  All the time!  God is good!  God is steadfast.  God is the same yesterday, today and forever.  He doesn't change.  

Attitudes and feelings are sure fickle.  Some days I'm patient, some days I'm not.  Some days I'm loving and then again some days I'm not.  I wasn't liking the days that I was short tempered, cranky, resentful and just plain ole not very nice.  

Do you know about that "still small voice"  Some people call it a conscious.....I call it God.  

I know the rotten attitude has to go, but sometimes I think I'm justified.  I mean after all Granma does some pretty gross and disgusting things and where ever I am, there she is. You'd probably feel the same way right?

Whether it's right, justified or just human behavior ......it's wrong.  God was "tickling my ears'....don't you love that....."tickling my ears" ..... got that from the Bible. The attitudes are not right, and I know it.  But I wasn't serious about doing anything about it.  Well, I shoot up quick little arrow prayers.  You know the kind ....."Oh God this is disgusting....please help me!"    

A few weeks back I wrote about Granma looking in the mirror....wondering what she saw as she primped and smoothed out her non existent eyebrows .....I asked myself .....when you look in the mirror Susie, what do you see? 

Once again God uses Granma to get my attention.  

Last night I said a simple prayer straight from the heart that God was piercing. 

 In the wee hours of the morning the baby monitor tells me that Granma is up. I drag myself out of bed to see what she's up to.  And God, who is so faithful and so full of mercy, gave me a "new attitude in my mind"  Through Him all things are possible.....even cleaning up  poopy messes at OH Dark Thirty.  Who can be happy about that?  ME!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm excited.  I am so excited!  and I am so thankful that my God is ALIVE AND WELL.   All glory and honor go to my Mighty God!  

Stinky

I love the name Stinky.This isn't Stinky......this is Grace E. our Wheaton Terrier.  She loves going into Granma's room and hiding out underneath her bed.....but......that's not the story.

There was a stink coming from Granma's room.  After taking her to the bathroom and expecting a horrible mess in her diaper........after giving her a shower and expecting her bottom to be all messy poo-poo........after checking her sheets and expecting them to be dirty yucky........after checking all drawers, closets, nooks and crannies, expecting to find a nasty stash of disposable diaper..............I discovered the smell wasn't coming from our Granma........After further investigation.....Grace E. was fart'n up a storm under Granma's bed.

Doesn't she look remorseful? Ashamed? Sorry? Embarrassed?  I think she was.  I was too.......cause I was thinking it was Granma.  Shame on me.  I'm sorry Granma!

Going to Coffee

Karen and I love to meet for coffee.  It's our way of catching up and  enjoying our friendship of 20 years.
It use to be just Karen and me......but now.......it's Karen , me, and Granma.

Sometimes Karen and I spend the whole day together....shopping......shopping......and more shopping.

Wonder what Granma will think of that?

Keeping Granma Busy

Finding things for Granma to do isn't that hard.
She likes folding clothes

She helped me take the buds off of lavendar.

And I discovered........She's pretty good at painting.