A Sharp Twist in the Plan

Over the past two days I’ve told you about the long awaited construction of my home-school room. We left off yesterday with phase one in motion.

The ironic thing is, just as we were staining the exterior log siding and choosing our interior wall color, a 180 degree twist happened in the plan.

It happened one night as I took a shower. That’s where all good revelations originate, right?

This particular evening I let the hot water pound on my back and the Lord pounded His plan in my heart. My grandfather had suddenly changed. He had just come home from the hospital from what we thought was a miraculous recovery. It was a miracle he was still alive, but it was more apparent every day that his recovery wasn’t all the doctors hoped it would be. It wasn’t looking like he was able to live alone anymore.

His bride of over 60 years passed away 3 years ago from her battle with dementia. He cared for her daily until the Lord took her home. And now, it was evident he was battling his own version of that same, horrible disease.

The decisions came too hard and fast to properly think through, but it seemed best to have him come live in our house and see if this sharp decline was permanent or would soon stable out.

His house was only blocks away from mine. Over the past few months I was at his house checking on him twice a day if not sending one of my kids over there a third time. He wasn’t fixing his own food and he was ironing his kitchen towels, walking through the woods to my house in the pitch dark, all of which were not safe!

I thought, He just needs to come live with us. I can keep an eye on him easier here. I’ll add another plate at the dinner table, he’ll have his own space in our new room and he can wander over to his house and piddle around in his shop as he wants to.

All this was swirling around in my head as the water swirled down the drain. But then reality set in. If I was going to take care of my Papa, this man who I adore, there’s not enough of me to home-school my kids too. Maybe I could keep my oldest home, I thought, but I knew the younger two would have to go to school.

Now tears joined the water swirling down the drain as I said good-bye to more of my dreams and plans for my life.

I talked to my husband and parents about it the next day and after much processing and what about this, eventually we decided he would move in with us until May and then we could re-evaluate in the summer.

So after 7 years of home-schooling I parked my car in the office parking lot of the local school to obtain student application papers for my younger two kids. It felt like I was living someone else’s life. This couldn’t be mine.

The kids grieved too. They were excited to do school in the new room as we called it and now Papa was moving in! What happened? Is this really happening to me? We had to lock arms as a family and fight to keep the lines of communication open. My daughter especially took the news hard.

We had heart-to-heart talks every night before bed. I let her be mad if she needed to. I let her cry. I let her ask me whatever questions she had and I always ended our time trying to reassure her that God was in control. He hasn’t left us and will help us get through this shocking change.

But on the inside, I too, was processing just like my daughter. It was hard to have my whole world turn upside down plus I was grieving for my grandfather basically not being him anymore. This man who has been strong my entire life and taken care of me, now the roles are reversed and I’m taking care of him.

But we all had to trust, had to hope in things unseen. This change rocked us, but it didn’t take the Lord by surprise. It wasn’t a slip of paper passed on His desk that He checked OK to. I had to believe this was something He orchestrated like a master Maestro, which gave me hope there was a bigger purpose than what I could see at the time.

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This post is apart of a 31 day writing challenge on the word Hope. To see the whole series, click HERE.

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