We arrived home from England on Saturday at 6.00 p.m. just last week; funny how that seems so long ago already! I called Rob almost as soon as we got in, so that he would know that we were safely home, but I waited until Sunday morning to call Mum, because of course, she was already fast asleep when I called Rob.
I thanked her for the wonderful time that we had together and she said, "Thank you; it was the best time; better than all the other ones." This is a lot for Mum to express in words.
Rob came on the phone then to say that Mum had been really happy all day. While we were there, Sam, one of her wonderful young carers, told me, "Oh, your mum was ever so unhappy after you left last time." My heart dropped at knowing that, so Rob's words were a gift.
What made the difference I am not sure. Having Paul there was an added blessing to all of us, but I also think that this time, more than ever before, I held true to my main reason for being there; simply being with Mum, Rob, and a very few other close family members and friends.
I accompanied Rob on shopping trips to Tooltime and Screwfix and got out of the car to go inside with him, without reluctance or him having to ask. With all my heart I wanted to do what would make him happy. And I lavished Mum with as much love as was possible in two weeks.
There was not a single regret. In case it sounds as though I am tooting my own horn, I don't mean to, because the "old me" would have gone less happily and purposefully to buy tools, and would have been divided her attention to Mum, tempted away to spend precious time on other distractions.
God is changing me, bit by bit, and my heart to one that is undivided. The honour goes to him, but the blessings are all mine as he reveals his Son in me.
The Message (MSG)
Focused on the Goal12-14I'm not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don't get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I've got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I'm off and running, and I'm not turning back.
Valley of Vision p. 325
Fill the garden of my soul with the wind of love, that the scents of the Christian life may be wafted to others;then come and gather fruits to thy glory.So shall I fulfill the great end of my being--to glorify thee and be a blessing to men