Blessed Days...In His Hands: November 2015

Our Playhouse

And so it begins...the Playhouse saga.

It began one day, Mother's Day. I was needing a quiet place to be,

and I sat in a little cut out place between the back of our house and

the garage. I looked up and thought, This would make a great

playhouse area. I have really wanted a playhouse for our kids.

First the space had to be cleared out.

We also planted some Plumbagoes along the side.

It all had to go.

Next, Papa lent us a fiend who has power tools and knows how

to build...very important! He made the platform so steady!

Its happening!

The playhouse looks into the laundry room.

Now there was a passage of time between great tool

builder friend and us getting to the next step. One day when

I was out Andrew took on the next steps. Unfortunately,

with our neighbors friendly advice as he looked on said

that we needed different boards and reinforcements. SO back to

Home Deport and now we were ready and we had Papa!

Now with the painting. This was one of those nesting things,

"We need to get the playhouse finished before the baby comes!"

It s almost sunset, will be make it? Yes. we will! This playhouse

certainly had a little journey in making its way to our home.

It is the middle of the night.

Sometimes it is hard to sleep knowing you have a baby coming. There is a babies head resting in my pelvis area, ready to descend. And I do not know the day or hour that life will burst forth.

Two days ago, I helped my mom pack over the phone as she was getting ready to depart her home faced with the reality that she can no longer live alone due to Alzheimer's. We do not know the day or hour her needs change. She was brought to my sister's door the night before with a policeman, after found outside wandering and unsure of how to get home.

I helped my mom pack the china cabinet about 19 years ago as she left our family home due to divorce. She would now live a single life in a condo. Here we were packing again. Another life change.

Life is in constant flux. And on either end, you are ready to be birthed or preparing to die. A baby's movements determine the contractions that ultimately push life out. My mom's one wish is not to die right now, she wants to be here, with us. I wonder if my baby wants to stay in the womb. Change is hard. It is the unknown we are afraid of. It seems life is always asking us to embrace opening the next door.

God allows birth. God allows death. He is the giver of life. He is the receiver of death.

I asked myself the other day, was I given this life in my womb to help me cope with the death of the one who gave me life?

I will miss this reminder in my belly that there is more to life than my own. There is another growing inside of me, what an absolutely divine miracle! Pulsing, pushing...I will miss this.