God has a plan....

 It has been awhile since I have written a blog post.  Life brings interesting twists and turns.  None of these changes are ever what I expected for Bucky and I.  However, I know in my heart that this is where we are supposed to be....still in Las Vegas.  

We are living with my Dad, in his house, in one of the two bedrooms on Culmination Lane.  I am grateful to be here.  How we got here is not so favorable.  After negoiating with my sister for a few weeks, the deal to buy 50% of my sister's house fell through, we were kinda forced to move in with my Dad last April.  We did not have our own place at the time and we knew that we were not supposed to leave Las Vegas just yet.

My Dad needs someone close by to help him.  He has not come to the point in his life that he feels like he needs taking care of, but he kinda knows he needs help.  He does not do much in his daily life.  He spends lots of time in his room resting and watching TV.  Getting out and about is not something he strives to do.  I try my best to keep food readily available for him so he does not have to shop.  There are days where he would prefer to get his fast-food fix instead of eating at home.  Those days it is pretty much a whole afternoon excursion to buy a breakfast sandwich at around 2 pm.  He is wiped after that.

I know my Dad is not completely healthy.  He has definite issues that he has to bare with each day.  His feet give him constant pain.  When he has seen a doctor about it, the doctor has basically told him there is absolutely nothing he can do for him.  My Dad just has to deal with the burning pain on his left foot and the chronic shooting pain on his right ankle that is visually deformed with arthritis.  

I know my Dad misses my mom.....I miss my Mom.  I am not sure if there is any fulfillment in his daily life.  He is a simple man.  I am sure he feels empty without my mom.  I am just trying to figure out how I fit in to this equation that I know the Lord has placed me in.  I know it is right with all my heart.  

My brother is the only one that supports me being here to help Dad.  I have three sisters that are far away and too busy with their own lives.  My oldest sister was the only one willing to help with Dad, but is not an option anymore.  I am assuming she thinks we are trying to take Dad for all he has.  We want nothing but to take care of him.  

Again, I don't know how we got here.  It is all such a blur and at the same time so clear that the Lord wants us here to do the work he has placed in front of us.  Day by day, I look to serve the Lord.  HE is the reason I get up each morning.  This life I have is not mine; it belongs to the Lord.