Hope

My friend, Hope, is in the hospital – and I'm torn. One part of me wants her to come visit me in September so she can see my dream house. I have a chair that I was so excited about – in my mind, when I first saw it, I thought – now Hope could sit in that chair and LOVE it! But now she may not be able to come sit in it - or see how we turned our castle room into a study. The other part of me says that Gram and Jesus are waiting on the other side of the Jordan River and they keep waiting for her to join them. How selfish of me to keep her from that . . .well, it's a good thing i'm not god.
Today was a little crazy. My daughters went to camp – amid the turmoil of tryng to finish a grant. I was on the phone most of the day, trying to get numbers, statistics, information and etc for the grant from yesterday. Not to mention that I got several phone calls from my “plants” who are staying with Hope . . .her brain activity is almost gone and they are going to take her off life-support at 3:00pm.

I am sad.