Each of you must respect your mother and father, and you must observe my Sabbaths. I am the Lord your God.
Ever since my father passes in March of 2014, I call my mother daily. Five-thirty in the evening is our set time to reconnect, to share news, even though her new hearing aids don't always function the way they should. It's often me listening to her than she listening to me, but it's all good.
My brother, Bill, calls her later in the evening of each day, too. So the good news is Mom knows we are faithfully there for her.
Bill and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Can this repetitious, daily routine ever be an inconvenience? Honestly, yes. Especially when my husband, Danny, and I are out of town, on vacation, trying our best to leave the cares and concerns of this world behind us if only momentarily. The call back to reality places that fantasy in check.
In our sixties, with grown children, grandchildren and aging mothers, Danny and I find ourselves in the proverbial cross-hairs of being there for everybody whenever a need arises. Following the teachings of God, we're not about to let anyone down, but it can sure wear and tear at the fabric of our souls.
Frankly, not a day goes by when I don't need the reassurance of the Lord that I'm, that we're, doing the right thing in His eyes. In His Spirit. In His truth.
There is nothing I would deny my mother, my mother-in-law, my children, my stepsons, my granddaughters. I am willing to move heaven and earth for their sake at any given moment.
But I have to admit this. Sometimes it's difficult, not to mention uncomfortable, to be the meat squished between two slices of generational bread. Could I have mustard, please? Mayonnaise? Maybe a pickle? Anything to make this place in life a bit more palatable?
It's a tough scenario.
One many of us have faced or will face in the future.
We will wish for mayonnaise when we are given mustard. We will long for white bread when given rye.
But we know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, no matter how our meat is dressed, God is in it all. And because of that knowledge, we will continue to freely offer our sandwich selves up to those whom we love, respect and value beyond measure.
Where are you feeling "sandwiched" in your life?
Prayer: Father, when it comes to helping family, may we never feel the emotion of inconvenience. Yes, it will be hard at times, but let us recall Your undying love for us, a love that knows neither limits nor bounds. May we never cease to treasure that love and be quick to offer it to others. In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen.