My first class concerns Biblical understanding and thinking about the Bible in light of the context in which it was written - learning how to understand what kind of literature form we are reading and what that means concerning how we gain insight and application for our lives. It is a fascinating subject taught by a man who brings much serious study into the mix. I find the discussions at once challenging and freeing and not a little frightening as I discover misconceptions I have nursed for years. Whew!
Good thing I had yesterday. I have been given the ability of not thinking about anything other than what is currently in front of me. Perhaps it is a blessing to have something so mentally demanding to keep me from being down in the dumps for days since the funeral won't be until this coming weekend. I find it offensive that California has some ridiculous law that prevents them from shipping the body of a deceased person to another state until 48 hours has passed. No one seems to understand the logic behind that.
Which meant that the earliest they could send Mom home was Saturday, and the people who do that sort of work don't work on the weekends! Hum. Good thing I know that they don't keep bodies in those horrid metal slots in a wall somewhere cold and dark. I checked when my son died. I could not bear the thought that he was in some metal file drawer somewhere all alone and scared. I know it sound ridiculous, but the lady at the funeral home totally understood my concerns. She assured me that Michael was in a well lighted room in a comfortable and open casket and that they have someone who walks into that room every half hour so he would not need to be alone. You would not believe how comforting that was to a grieving Mom. And now, I apply it TO my Mom. I am not a little comforted to know she is not stuck in some awful place being ignored.
Mom will just have to be patient as will we all. So I am happy to think about something else, and this is more than able to distract me. How curious. Life is certainly filled with strange and unusual events.
Good thing I had yesterday. I have been given the ability of not thinking about anything other than what is currently in front of me. Perhaps it is a blessing to have something so mentally demanding to keep me from being down in the dumps for days since the funeral won't be until this coming weekend. I find it offensive that California has some ridiculous law that prevents them from shipping the body of a deceased person to another state until 48 hours has passed. No one seems to understand the logic behind that.
Which meant that the earliest they could send Mom home was Saturday, and the people who do that sort of work don't work on the weekends! Hum. Good thing I know that they don't keep bodies in those horrid metal slots in a wall somewhere cold and dark. I checked when my son died. I could not bear the thought that he was in some metal file drawer somewhere all alone and scared. I know it sound ridiculous, but the lady at the funeral home totally understood my concerns. She assured me that Michael was in a well lighted room in a comfortable and open casket and that they have someone who walks into that room every half hour so he would not need to be alone. You would not believe how comforting that was to a grieving Mom. And now, I apply it TO my Mom. I am not a little comforted to know she is not stuck in some awful place being ignored.
Mom will just have to be patient as will we all. So I am happy to think about something else, and this is more than able to distract me. How curious. Life is certainly filled with strange and unusual events.
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