He's in control

He's in control(Katherine Scott) She inspects the new plants potted on trailer front porch. from the night before. As the sun crept up, clearing the pine tree tops, the foggy mist evaporated from the patio, setting her hair into loose curls left from the last perm she got 3 months ago.
The sun came from behind the pines opposite the road. She sat in a webbed-back porch chair with chicory coffee and tried to figure out what she would do today. Shop? Clean? Pack up? The eviction notice said “vacate by June” which was 2 months away. The Apartment search had already begun, and rent had doubled in the last year and location meant safety included.

Once again, paying more for less privacy, she just never bonded well with apartment living. And if it could go wrong, it did. But the pool was nice, and laundry on premises with soft drink and food machines. And you could easily walk from the apartment to the addiction stores (smokes, drinks). Con: The job was going south, after 7 years.

So, when the controls disappeared from her car key fob, just holes where they used to be she tearfully asked, “what does He Want.” While getting a new key ground the next a.m., she went back to find eviction notice for “Non-payment” on apartment door! Realized Much too Late- as usual… realized the God she knew was trying to tell her something.

She left the Coast and moved in 3 hours to the north, to live with her 92-year-old Mother. Her two sisters and daddy all had neurocognitive declines and deaths in 5 years’ time. The Mother was alone and had taken care of all of them until it was a choice between Her Husband and them, so they had to be committed. He died very slowly, over 14 years, of Alzheimer’s.

When her mother broke a hip 6 months later, she was out of town on trip to Helen, Georgia. She was blessed to have an ortho/hip MD at Blairsville, GA hospital, who did a bang-up, phenomenal job placing a total hip. He said, “you’ll be better 6 months, then at 1 year”. I called his office and left a message saying that she had done great and was better already. And I left a shining review of the hospital nursing staff and unit. I have lived her peacefully with my mother for a year now, knowing full well that if I had not been here, she would have gone to a facility. I started nursing when the earth cooled, and the stone rolled away, etc. I loved exercising her and feeding her good cooked food. A blessing indeed.


I find immense pleasure in "restoring the yard" work, and my sweet husband gives me the good saws and tools for presents on holidays and birthdays. I especially love the greenhouse that is perfectly preserved, and I have taken solace/comfort/prayer seated among my plants at night.

I realize He was in control all along.