I went to a funeral today, not as an officiant but as an attendee. I have done numerous funerals for this family, in fact I did the husband to the deceased on June 14, 2 weeks before the stroke. It was strange not doing the service but right not to be. I did begin to evaluate it and forced myself not to compare. The pastor had a beautiful illustration of the shepherd and the sheep that I have asked to borrow. It is based on the 23rd Psalm.
Am not going to share it here right now as I am saving it for a service, call this a teaser. Plus I am marinating on this. Love it when God puts a message on your heart. Plus I love word pictures and he painted a beautiful picture.
My tone is really acting up, I have my mobility in my hand a bit but so tight that is a struggle. The toes curling under are not a joy. We called Mercy and talked to Lisa on the second floor and she said to call my primary. Called the primary and can’t get in until the 12th. And the primary will refer me to a specialist. Dr. Sam who treated me is no longer there. She had wanted me to get botox injections. Apparently, that is suppose to help the tone.
I heard several times today how good I looked. Thank you all. Leaves me to wonder what you all expected me to look like. Maybe I don’t need those botox shots in other areas, just my hand and foot.