Sometimes the battle comes to you...
And sometimes you must move to the battle.
This week past, the Farmer's mother took a painful fall and found herself in the ER with a nasty concussion and broken hip.
We received the phone call that every one with elderly parents fears...although stable, she was in a lot of pain and doctors began talking about brain bleeds and MRI's and keeping her for observations...with our hearts tumbling we threw together a suitcase of clothes and began the drive from Texas to Illinois.
As dark descended, we finally gave in to the need for sleep and pulled over to the nearest hotel.
It wasn't until the following morning that I realized what a good sense of humor God has... for there at the corner of the interstate and our hotel parking lot was a road sign, completely meant for me...
You just can't make this stuff up! In the dark of night, we had checked in to the Quality Inn Hotel on Battlefield Road.
Seriously!
So, just a reminder, in case you've missed it these past 2 weeks,
we've been on the Battlefield Road...
Ok, enough, already...
More importantly, we made it safely to Millie's side and found her smiling a welcome, but bruised from head to toe, with staples in her head and an extremely painful, fractured hip...
There was hardly an inch of her not hurting...
hugs were gentle and oh, so careful.
Our worry meters had been off the charts,
so it was such a relief to see her sweet face.
The week has passed quickly with doctor visits, Ct scans and MRI's,
reports and consults, pain meds and therapy,
and finally a plan to get her back "home" to the Marigold.
There she was surrounded by love of the happiest kind...
The battle is not over... it will be weeks for the hip to heal...
but the healing has begun.
Gratitude spilling for all the prayers and well wishes,
it is Grace to give Praise this day!
