On Monday I had an opportunity to notice how I am being affected physically and mentally by the threats to the protections put in place after the 2008 financial crisis and to the Affordable Care Act. I can’t afford to lose what I lost in 2008. My daughter can’t afford to have another healthcare crisis if she is no longer covered by health insurance.
As a responsible person, a major focus in recent weeks has been consulting with financial and estate planning experts to once again make sure everything is in order. With my daughter’s changed circumstances … moving in with me and no longer being able to work and live independently … changes need to be made. As a single woman, I find it difficult to make these important decisions alone.
Spiritually, I know my daughter and I will be fine no matter what the future holds. I have experienced miraculous gifts of grace in the past, but as my memoir attests, my awakening tends to be long. And, it seems, I have been caught up in fear and dread again. I’ve been afraid to tap into my savings, including investing the money I’ve saved to publish my memoir. We might need it to deal with an emergency in the future.
During lunch with a friend on Monday, something had shifted. She is serving as a caregiver for her mother and is in a similar situation as I. She is single and needs to make decisions related to her mother in the same way I need to make decisions related to my daughter. She needed a listening ear. She said our conversation was very helpful.
And our conversation was helpful to me, too. It gave me an opportunity to notice a difference in myself. It was as though the light had burst through the dark clouds that had been hovering over me. I felt totally present to her, a contrast to my experience of myself in recent weeks.
My stomach has been tied in knots, I’ve lost sleep, and most noticeable to me, I’ve had difficulty with holding information in my mind and with word retrieval. But while listening and responding to my friend, I held onto what she shared and words I felt proud to utter and she found helpful flowed easily from my mouth.
And what could this difference be attributed to?
“But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.” ~Jesus of Nazareth in Matthew 10:30-31
Over the weekend, I received a gift of grace. Just a reminder that I am really not alone and that I never know who will show up and offer just what I need at just the right moment. I felt as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. And what a difference it makes in the way I move through life … in the way I was able to respond to my friend.
I can let go of all the fear and dread because my daughter and I are being cared for and carried by a power greater than our own.
Thank you, Universe, I needed that reminder. As You know, I learn best through experience.
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You help me count my blessings Linda?
Hi Diana,
One of your blessings mowed my lawn today. What an incredible grandson you have. He’s a joy.
Love,
Linda
Linda, thank you for sharing yourself so openly – you KNOW how many angels have your back! ☺
Dear Ruth,
You all certainly came through for me on Monday morning. Still, it is nice to hear it.
Love,
Linda
I identify so much with all that you are experiencing. We must talk. I’ve just completed my work with my wonderful She Writes editor and am working toward the next step that you have already taken: signing a contract. I’d love to talk again as we did not so long ago to share thoughts and feelings. xo Mary Jo
Mary Jo, I have friends visiting. They arrive tomorrow and leave Saturday. If we could talk sometime later this afternoon (Monday), that would be great. Otherwise, it will have to wait until next week. I look forward to it.
It’s a busy time here, too, Linda. Today’s my daughter’s birthday… Maybe next week? Wednesday-ish?
Thinking of all the good we have in our country as this holiday arrives…
Mary Jo,
I just got your message and Wednesday has come and gone. Maybe we don’t need to talk now after our WIP communications. Sorry to have missed this opportunity to hear your voice.
Love,
Linda
Trust. It’s so simple yet it’s easy to forget.
How true that is.
Beautiful. What else can I say?
Thank you, Cindi. You are a faithful friend.