Life can throw you a curve ball when you least expect it causing you to feel more like a “Sitting Duck” than a lucky one. No longer being able to count your “ducks all in row” because it appears they have declared a mutiny breaking rank and file.
During the past month I have encountered some challenges that have increasingly escalated. I’ve been on an emotional roller coaster watching my precious 80 year old mother almost succumbing to pneumonia while also having a staph infection. Landing her in the hospital for almost a week. Barely recovering from this, only to return to the same hospital a week later for confusion coupled with undeviating restlessness. Her determination to continually get out of bed made her a high risk for falling. Even though she had a “call cord” to pull her dementia prevented her from remembering to use it. Her new hospital stay would reveal she had a distended bladder from her new medications. Added to the mix was her mysterious new state of not talking in full sentences…just a word or two at the most. Mom’s inability to communicate what she needed and the confusion of the changing environment, resulted in her grabbing at anything she could. An arm to be pulled on, clutching her gown to remove it , or pulling on her iv. She would repeat this over and over again until she would fall asleep. Only to awaken shortly to start the whole process all over again.
My heartbreaking over my limited ability to comfort my mother’s suffering and fearing she may never recover. Every day finding myself at her bed side, reading her scripture , holding her hand and praying for her healing. Rejoicing in any glimpses of improvements we observed throughout this whole process. Counting my blessings with profound gratefulness for family, tireless nurses, doctors and caregivers all working towards a common goal of getting mom well.
Gleaning from all the current resources that I had to best help my mama, there was one particular idea from her caregiver that struck a chord in my heart. She suggested perhaps a soft plush animal might be the solution….her thought was that my mom could hold onto it, thus distracting her from pulling on her gown or anything else like her iv. blankets, etc..
Taking action on her idea while I was shopping at Fred Meyer I went directly to the Easter section looking for a cheery stuffed animal. I was saddened that this fluffy friend would not be sitting on my mom’s dresser, nor hearing her comments on how cute it was, but instead clenching it in a state of toil and angst. After carefully looking over the selection, I settled on a bright yellow ducky even if the chances where slim of it cheering her, it might ever so slightly do so for me.
The next morning it was time for my daily visit, anxious to see mom and in a rush with the days demands. Hastily retrieving the bag with my Bible, journal, and assorted snacks to aid me while I sat by mom’s bed side. Swooping up the ducky from the sofa table, my hand was surprised by a damp feeling on its’ plush head, quickly pulling it back to take a look at what was causing this abnormal sensation. Within seconds it occurred to me that our dog Buddy thought the ducky was his new chew toy. Not only sucking on this poor duck’s head, but nibbled off one of the eyes in the process. My guess was our son Trent had rescued the duck from his total demise. Continuing in the spirit of rescuing I whisked it off for a speedy fluff of hot air from my blow dryer. Desperate times deserve desperate measures!.
Looking at that poor disheveled duck reminds me of how I feel at times. One minute cheery, full of promise and purpose, the next minute chewed on, battle worn and dogeared feeling like a duck out of water. However….
What a blessing when we call to remembrance that God understands everything and nothing comes as a surprise to Him. Allowing Him to enter into our deepest pain, sorest frustrations and shattered dreams. Being a God of all comforts He is able and ready to bring needed consolation to our hurting lives. Even when our days are less then ducky we can trust in Him at all times, pouring out our hearts to Him to ease our pain and worries. Reassuring us he is in control even when our ducks are not in a row.
“But this I recall and therefore have I hope and expectation:
It is because of the Lord’s mercy and loving-kindness that we are not consumed, because His [tender] compassion’s fail not.
They are new every morning; great and abundant is Your stability and faithfulness.
The Lord is my portion or share, says my living being (my inner self); therefore will I hope in Him and wait expectantly for Him.” Lamentations 3:21–24 AMP