Each time I write something I read it over carefully, checking for errors. When I feel it's good to go I publish it. THEN, when I read it on my page I find an error, how humbling.

Isn't spring just a glorious time! OK, I know it's still winter but not for long. God got a head start on the calenday this year and the early flowering cherry trees are in full bloom, not to mention daffodils etc. On the way to and from church we were treated to their beautiful dainty blossoms which looked a lot like hundreds of cotton candy on a stick littering the lanscape. As women we can easily tune in to God's desire and efforts to provide us a beautiful enviroment to live in. We make this attempt in our homes for our families. Sometimes we forget that those attempts imitate God's creative nature and get frustrated or lazy in our carry through. But God is faithful to decorate his world in beauty for each season. Thank you God!

Our youngest son Doug and his wife Brenann are preparing to become foster parents. They have one son, Cooper who is 1 year old and when I first heard they were considering this adventure my grama's heart went directly to Cooper. Is he going to get all he needs with the added demands of often confused and hurting children? Could these other children pose a threat to his well being? But after listening to Doug share about their training and education regarding child rearing and care they have received I felt better. No, these other children do come with baggage but then who is to say another sibling wouldn't inject some problems of their own into the family equation. What I know is that Doug and Brenann love Cooper with all their hearts and will always have his best interest at heart. I am proud of them and their willingness to reach out to these children, their home is definitely bis enough to share with others and their hearts are big enough to share their love and Gods love too. My part is to love, support and pray for them!

My work can often be both heartrending and rewarding at the same time. Last night was one of those moments. A 1st. floor resident came to my desk to say she had just heard a terrible thud from the apartment above hers. Knowing that 94 year old Bill lived above her I grabbed my pass key and cell phone and ran to his room. Upon opening the door and entering I found Bill lying on the floor with his chest of drawers lying over his legs. My first question was "Bill are you hurt, in pain or not?" He responded that he was OK so I righted the chest and knelt down beside him to better ascertain his condition. He was lucid, but groaning. I told him I was going to call 911 so they could check him out and help him up, (we are not allowed to move them if they've fallen) and got him a pillow for his head. When I put the pillow under his head he calmly said, " I just wish I could die." I proceeded to call 911 but those words kept playing through my mind. When I went back to him I asked why he'd want to die and he said "I'm such a burden to everyone." I assured him he is not a burden, as a burden is something heavy and oppressive but when you love someone their care is a blessing not a burden. Later as I wrote up the accident report I had time to ask myself, "Do I view those under my care as burdens or blessings? " I hope and pray it will always be the later.

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