We Will Survive

One thing a mother struggles with as her children grow up and move away from home is that she isn't needed anymore.  For 21 years I was needed by my boys, and then they were gone.  It was very hard.

I remember a segment of "The Waltons" when "grandma" had a stroke and was in the hospital for a long time.  Actually, Ellen Corby who played "grandma", really did suffer a stroke and was recuperating for many months.  When "grandma" came home, she was not allowed to help with the cooking and cleaning and was expected to sit in her rocking chair and rest.  One day "Olivia" came out on the front porch to snap beans, and "grandma" was pleased to help even though she only had the use of one hand.  In her frustration she tried to make her feelings known to "Olivia" but hadn't been able to speak due to the stroke, and then through tearful attempts she managed to say the words "need me".  She wanted to be needed.  We all do. 

One day this week Lennie told me how much he needed me.  We used to kid around alot about how helpless he is without me to even get him out the door each morning.  It's a joke many wives share about their husbands.  But I know I'm needed.  And it's special.  And it's nice to hear someone tell you that you're needed.

God the Father also wants to be needed.  He wants us to come to Him when we need help.  He knows I need Him.  I tell Him all the time!

This week my blood tests showed my red cell count is low, but at least this time I don't have to have transfusions.  I'm so thankful for that.  Tomorrow I have my 4th chemo treatment.  I'm trusting Him to keep my body safe as I go in for my infusion. 

He is my protector.  And I'm trusting Him to "keep" me.  I have much to do yet.  So, when my body weakens, He picks me up and gives me strength.

Oh, I know I'm needed.  And He knows I need Him.