Monday, August 24, 2009
Yesterday I was so miserable. Mom went to the hospital Saturday. She was released the same day. I spent the night Saturday because she needed to be "watched". She stayed up all night long. I finally dozed off somewhere between 2 and 3 am. I was wide awake at 5:30 am bathing and feeding my mom. My plan was to get busy, get her situated, go home and get myself together for 8am Sunday service at my church. Mom's plan was bathe me, feed me, and hold my hand. At 6:45 she told me "You need to stay here with me. I don't need to be alone. I don't want you to come back and something bad done happened. You need to stay here with me." She is determined that she is dying. It's driving me and my siblings crazy. Anybody that knows me well know that 8am Sunday morning is my time. I missed the church picnic on Saturday. I was okay with that because I've never been to a picnic with this church and the weather was kinda cool for August on the water. I was upset because we had a guest church from Alabama. I'm a Michigander in my heart but I love to hear a good Southern Preacha (yeah that's right) give a good old fashioned Whoop and Holla! The country twang and the choir just set it off. I never did like visiting my mom's place in Georgia, but I always loved going to her little country church on the dirt road. I feel cheated. I love my momma but my mind is made up, I will not spend another Saturday night at her place. I couldn't make it to the 11 am service because nobody showed up to relieve me until 10:45. Is it wrong to disobey your parents when they are getting between you and God? I was trying to honor my mother (obey her request to stay with her) but I feel cheated. I feel that nobody, nothing, and nowhere should come before me and my private time with Jesus. Feel free to comment on my blog. Tell it to me straight, I'm a big girl and I can handle the truth (or your opinion).