So, my New Year’s Eve was interesting to say the least. As I have entered the club of caretaking elderly relatives, I was met with the challenge of my step-father having emergency surgery on the most festive night of the year. I sat alone in the waiting room of the hospital reflecting on how life changes in an instant. My step siblings and my sister all live out of town, so I am the primary caretaker for him and my mother. Both eighty-two years old, they have challenged me to no end, but I love them dearly.
My group of friends are supportive and loving, so it wasn’t a surprise when one just appeared. I know that God is seen through others, and this was no exception. Talking and laughing passed the time quickly and I came face to face with the surgeon. My step-father, who is a retired colonel, survived the surgery in heroic fashion, but his chances are not great. All we can do is wait.
As I ponder the year ahead, I am aware that as long as I walk in faith and not fear, peace will be my teacher. Prayers for him on this first day of a new chapter.