Love in Action (3) From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Welcome to Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and welcome back to my true story of “Love in Action. I hope that this blog will enable you to see a more complete picture that only He could have painted by learning to love the unlovable. Let’s get back to where I left off.

I closed the door to my mom’s apartment and heaved a sigh of relief. When I got into my car, I let the tears flow. I cried almost all the way home. I cried for her and all she’s lost, for the pain she was in, the lonely bitterness she lives with 24/7, and I cried over all the time we’ve lost. By the time I made it home, I was emotionally exhausted but in awe at the change in my attitude as I walked out of her apartment versus when I walked in! I was also filled with hope, because I have experienced the Lord restoring what the locusts have stolen many times before in my life.

But, the next afternoon I received a call from my brother in Las Vegas informing me that mom’s neighbor had called and told him that she had taken a bad fall. He said, “She broke something, maybe her hip, and she was just taken by ambulance to the hospital.” I was stunned because I had just talked to her a couple of hours prior to his call and she was doing so much better compared to the way I first saw her Friday. He gave me the neighbor’s phone number and I called her. She gave me the name of the hospital and a few of the details.

I hung up somewhat in a daze, and within seconds I remembered my plans for that evening. I was hosting a dinner party for my book team. I told myself that I couldn’t do anything, and I’d go and see her the next day, but that didn’t sit well at all. I knew I couldn’t carry on with the meeting and dinner as if I didn’t know that she was lying in a hospital emergency room. I had to cancel it. So, we wrapped up the 11 rib-eye steaks that had been marinating all day, put the foil-wrapped potatoes in the refrigerator, made all the cancellation calls, and instead of a dinner party for 14, we were headed to a get-together of three in the emergency room of Arcadia Methodist Hospital.

The whole way there, my thoughts were centered on the fact that He definitely had something up His sleeve. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: “For those who say God doesn’t have a sense of humor, they must not know Him personally.”

By the time we got there, she already had a reputation of being “irritable.” I know, give the gal a break – no pun intended – she’s in pain and still shook up from her fall. Within a few minutes, I found out she had fractured her shoulder, and because it wasn’t broken, there was no need for surgery and they were going to transfer her to a skilled nursing facility; that is until the doctor divinely intervened and said because of her alcoholism, they had to keep her there to watch her for withdrawal symptoms.

I breathed a sigh of relief as we got her officially checked into the Third Tower of the hospital, kept my brothers and sister apprised of what was going on. Several hours later, she was somewhat calmer, and even complying with my demands to quit being so nasty with everyone. I kissed her good-bye and told her I’d see her tomorrow . . .

I know you’re busy with life and I hope I haven’t bored you. It’s just considering our past, these are some pretty unexpected moments so thank you so very much for  sharing your coffee hour with me and allowing me to share the miraculous moments of this story. I hope they have encouraged you with any unlovable people you may have in your life. I’ll let you go for now, and I’ll wrap it up tomorrow, I promise. In the meantime, I’m looking forward to sharing with you how to keep it real and less stressful this holiday season.

Blessings,

Evinda

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