Let it Be

Although my blog quote states that” I trust in the perfection of the universe” (Wayne Dyer),  if you read my previous post, you might not believe it.  Sometimes what we tell others about ourselves is true, in the sense that it’s what we most fervently aspire to be or do.  It’s generally true that I have faith in an omniscient force that works for the good of the universe, even though, to our thinking, the outcome of many events seem far from perfect . I am distraught over issues, events and conversations, from which I try consciously to work through unraveling the snarls of my thoughts.  I try to “Let it Be” (Sir Paul McCartney); let it be alright within myself, that others close to me have differing viewpoints and deeply held beliefs.  It’s difficult to always know when to compromise or when to stand firm in your own ideals.  This week ‘s issue: do we let our Momma die at home or do we admit our dear Mother to a nursing home for her last days or months?  It seems like she’s in the beginning stage of that process, but I could be wrong.  My older brother and I had Mom taken to the emergency room yesterday, as she’s fallen a few times.  X-ray results showed no breaks or fractures; which was good, but she has a urinary tract infection and is dehydrated, for which they gave her fluids intravenously, and started her on an antibiotic.  But they didn’t admit her, even though we pushed for that.  We were surprised!
It’s important to me that everyone’s voice is heard and respected, from the five siblings here to decide the issue; there’s also the opinions of their offspring, who clamor for consideration.  I would love to bring my mother to my peaceful country home for her last days, but I’m betting she would rather die in her own bed, in the trailer she shares with my two youngest brothers.  She will be 88 yrs old if she makes it til June . Let it be. She sleeps about 22 hours a day and her food intake has decreased to next to nothing.  None of us are pushing for medical intervention to prolong her dying, but we’re contacting home nurse network for some assistance, and I’m making the necessary “behind the scenes” preparations (arrangements and nicetys) that everyone will appreciate when the time comes.  It’s difficult to watch my mother fade away.  “Suffer it to be so for now” (Christ Jesus).  Allow it to be what it is; let it be.
The above writing was from yesterday.  Now, Hallelujah!  My youngest brother just called and put Mom on the phone, and she sounded so perky! And by God, she ate half a peanut butter sandwich and some banana and some raspberry yogurt, and drank 3 glasses of water!  OMG!   I had prayed last night that God would surround her with healing angels, and now she seems like she has a new lease on life!  Wow! Thank you, Jesus! So I guess the decision I was mulling over doesn’t need to be made right now.
Hallelujah again!  Momma lives ! Let it Be!