Wow. What an eventful weekend. If someone had told me that my weekend would have been like it was, I never would have believed them. It began on Thursday. I didn’t talk to Mom on Thursday which was odd but due to the hour difference I decided to wait until Friday to call. I read her blog and was shocked to hear about the issues that were before she and Daddy regarding the shop. As soon as I could get ahold of her on Friday, we talked. It was brief but I was assured that it would be okay and all would pass.
I got off early so I could go home and prepare for my party that I had planned for that evening. I was more relaxed than I had been all week about having that many people in the house and what everyone would say about how I decorated, etc. As I began to clean, the phone rang. Daddy asked calmly if they could come up this weekend as the building was condemned. Without hesitation I answered as I began to let tears fall from my face in debelief. After a few phone calls to see what I could do to help with my “connections” I tried to clean and finish getting ready for my party.
My first guests arrived at 6:45. It was Mike and Kerri. Our friends who got married 2 weeks after we did and whose life so irely mirrors ours. We immediately held hands and began to pray. What a relief to have friends who care and are willing to take you to the throne room of heaven with your hurts and concerns. After the prayer I was able to focus more intently on what was about to happpen to my little house. I ended up with about 30 people in attendance. They seemed to congregate in my living room and the foyer not utilizing the fouton couch in the office. They all commented on how good the house smelled of which brought a huge smile to my face. What a great feeling. All my hard work had paid off. I finally began to not feel like I had to compete with others anymore. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves but we were also very glad to see the last couple leave at 10:00. By 10:30 Mom, Dad, Amos, and Jaasper were there. With body parts aching and eyelids closing rapidly, our beds called loudly.
I was intent on making this weekend be a stressless time for them. For once, I wanted to take care of their needs. I took care of the laundry, made breakfast, and helped Mom with some sewing. We took a trip over to Hancock Fabrics and Hobby Lobby and the new Publix. Dad stayed at home all day with Joel talking on the phone while Joel played games. We had a small thanksgiving dinner complete with a Publix rotisserie chicken, stove top stuffing , leftover cranberry apple bake, and a salad served on paper plates and in the living room as the dinning room was covered in sewing. Definetly not what we’re use to but it worked. It was a good meal and one that they hadn’t had in some time nor would they if they didn’t know where they would be. Sunday brought a wonderful message from Jay regarding Thanksgiving Therapy. He was all into Mom and Dad’s Kool Aid. I knew we all needed to hear it.
Sunday afternoon was filled with more sewing, Joel and Dad sleeping, Dad on the phone and Joel on the computer. 1:00 AM the alarm went off to wake Mom up so they could be out the door for 1:30. Mom was sleeping pretty good as she thought me rubbing her back was in her dream. For those that don’t know Mom and sleep. They don’t go together very often. 
I’m so relieved to hear that all the mess with the building is settling out and that things are going to get back to normal for the most part.
Though it wasn’t the holiday weekend I was hoping for, it was a great weekend of strengthening my parents physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I’m just glad I was able to do something for them in their time of need. I wouldn’t have traded it for the world. I think we all experienced a bit of revitalization.
