The time has come…

for my girls to move out! Ok so we aren’t exactly kicking them out, but we gave them 3 months to find a place and go. We offered them lots of help and love. They are both adults, 19 and 22 and need to fly the coop. It’s getting harder every day to live together so before our relationships are destroyed, they are moving. It won’t be easy but it’s needed. It seems that since my diagnosis, things have been stressed on all of us. I can’t figure that out. Phil took the girls out for lunch and coffee after church and spoke with them so I didn’t have to deal with emotional things. He did great and everyone is happy. The girls are quiet happy about it really and are already taking steps to cut bills and increase in their incomes. That is what we wanted them to do, think for themselves. It’s getting good.

Now on to the call with my mom. As I said last night, she doesn’t know about bipolar and I am not going to tell her. She will deny it. So when I called her the focus was on the girls! That was easy. She never asked about my medicine changes and that meant she’s forgotten what I told her before. Whew…

Held song lyrics

This is a new song by Natalie Grant. Everytime I hear it, I am reminded of the mercy and grace of Jesus in my life. Sometimes I just want to be held…

Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.

Who told us we’d be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We’re asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It’s unfair.

Chorus:
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.

This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.

Bridge:
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.

Postscript: Words by Christa Wells