God’s Waiting Room

John 16:33 These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.

Mike in Melbourne, Australia, October 2019

So….not being able to move forward – on projects, on anything, just necessarily being home taking care of Mike. Even getting 2 days a week, for 3 hours each day, is barely enough time for me to rejuvenate. I get a time to either run necessary errands, get groceries and put them away, or go have coffee with a friend. Any one of these leaves the other 2 possibilities hanging.

And doing projects at the house with Mike at home it quite impossible. He tries to take over, but he cannot remember how to do most things and I end up with a worse mess than before I started. Adding home projects into the mix with the errands, groceries, or coffee out, makes it that much harder to accomplish anything.

Hiring anyone is extremely expensive. I had one plant mister blow out, the sprinkler guy showed up, popped a small piece into the center of the mister and he was done. He was here less than 15 minutes for a grand total of $65.00!!! OMGosh! I am so disappointed that I let Mike convince me I didn’t need to know how to do this kind of stuff, because he took care of it. Now he is unable, and I don’t have a clue!

The projects I want/need to happen aren’t. I know at this point in time I am in God’s waiting room. He could allow someone to show up, and fix, or do, whatever I need and it’s not happened. So I have to wait. I’ve been in this room before and through the waiting process I drew closer to Him and my family. I am trying to be patient while waiting, it’s quite difficult. I am someone who like to make a plan, execute the plan and get the results. I am flexible enough to be able to make plan changes during the execution, if need be – but completion is the ultimate goal.

We had a shop built, and the shell was completed in March 2020 – I begged Mike to do the insulation and dry wall prior to emptying the storage units and he fully refused to even consider my request. Now the shop is packed with boxes, there is no shelving, no insulation, nothing. There is no place to store anything, just piles of boxes. (Ugh) And no matter what I try to do in the shop – Mike undoes it. If I move boxes, he puts them back. If I unload a box, he repacks it. If I pack stuff up into a box, he unpacks it. He keeps saying he’s checking to make sure it was done properly, but I work hard, and he fully undermines whatever I try to do. So I have to stop. He’s now incapable of understanding what needs to be done and he that is just how it is.

Now he wants to buy a truck! He needs a truck, he keeps telling me this. I tell him he doesn’t need a truck, we don’t need a truck and I don’t want the payments. He is angry with me now. He’s yelling that I am denying him and he wants control of his life back! What am I supposed to do now? So I will write a letter to the doctor asking him, again! to please rescind Mike’s license and to tell Mike he cannot, must not, drive a motor vehicle. I am thinking it’s reaching a critical stage where Robert and I will have to go into the office for a visit with the doctor, without Mike in attendance and find out where we stand on this. And for this part I have been asking for months for Mike’s license to be revoked. Another waiting room issue.

For now, I need to close. It’s late and tomorrow will be another long day of whatever.

Published by motherpooh

I am a Mom and a Grandma. I like photography, genealogy, scrapbooking, canning, and gardening

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