One Foot In Front of the Other

This week has been a difficult one for Kenny and I.  We are in the midst of figuring out what is best for Lacy, whether it be a nursing home or our home.  We have agonized over the necessity of needing to move Lacy, and our desire to make sure he feels safe and loved. I've not slept well, and have felt the weight of worry on my heart and mind.  This morning, the Lord began to speak to me in that still, small voice that is the true voice of God. As I was driving to work, a scripture popped into my head: " And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life?"  (Matthew 6:27).  I fully realized that I was being reminded that worrying would not solve my problems.  The very next thought in my mind was the story of Mary and Martha from Luke 10. I have always felt sorry for Martha, because it seemed she was getting chastised for making dinner. I felt that Jesus was saying that making a meal is not nearly as important as sitting at His feet listening.  But

We have turned a corner in our journey with HD.  It is time for us to consider a higher level of care for our son. With several falls in a month's time, and Lacy's transition to using a wheelchair exclusively, we have to consider what is best for him and for the people who care for him.  He's been to the ER so many times, cutting his face, forehead, and nose; breaking a tooth, suffering a mild concussion.  And now it is not even safe for him to use his walker any more.  Lacy seems to be taking the changes in stride. We've been e-mailing back and forth with the staff at Life Styles.  We all have come to the same conclusion:  "It's time," one of the staff members wrote. We don't know how to explain this to Lacy.  What will we say that can prepare him for a transition from a place he has called home for 7 years to a nursing home where he will have to follow a regimen that is not of his own choosing.  We will do what we can to ease his transition.