It's hard to believe that here we are again, ready to end the year and ring in a new one. It always seems that the year just started. A lot of things happened this past year in my life. I'd like to share 4 of those things with you. These are things that had signifigance to me. 2 of these events were great and fun, and 2 things were not-so-fun/scary. I'll take it chronologically.
In February, the evil hand of Covid got me in its grasp. Funny, it was a routine doctor's appointment. He was concerned about what he was hearing in my lungs, and sent me to the clinic for a rapid response Covid test. After the uncomfortable stick up my nose, the Doc diagnosed me with Covid. Great. 😞 Since I am diabetic, I was considered high-risk for complications, so I was given an infusion, which is an IV that gives you a generous dose of antibodies to help keep you on a healthier level of Covid. The worst parts of having Covid were the loss of taste and smell, the extreme exhaustion, and the isolation. For 10 days I couldn't see my school or BGC kiddos, my church kiddos, or even go to the store. There were several times that friends or family would leave groceries on my front porch, so God was taking care of me. After my quarantine was over, I got the worse inner-ear infection, which affected my balance so much that I had to walk with a cane for about a week. By the end of February, I was pretty much back to my old self, but that was a miserable time for me. For those of you who checked in on me by phone, text, messenger, etc, please know that you were God's messengers who blessed me beyond words.
In July, I had the joy of putting on my camp counselor hat for a week. A sister church that my sister attends were sending some kiddos to camp, and were lacking a male counselor for the boys. Who could they find? My sister spoke up, and visited with some other church members who knew me, and I was asked to take the position. Wow! For those of you who know me, you will know how gung-ho I am about camp ministry. When you get the kids away from the mainstream fast-pace of the world, and get them into a quiet atmosphere where they can meet with God, great things can happen. I was charged with two neat boys, one of them was my great-nephew, and the other was a boy I know from school/BGC. The two boys did not know each other previously, but they instantly became good friends. It rained every day, it was not the best weather, but God was definitely working. I saw my great-nephew begin to read his Bible, pretty much for the first time, and he began with Genesis. He was fascinated. God's word was clearly presented, and I enjoyed our group devotions before lights-out. They asked some great questions, and we had some good discussions. I had not taken kids to camp in a few years, and it was a good feeling to step back into that role, and I'm thankful to the people of the church for giving me this opportunity. Some of you said that I was and answer to prayer and a blessing, but I was the one who was truly blessed. Camp ministry is my heart.
Another high note for me was the return of the State Fair. I am a fair nut! After the cancellation of the 2020 fair, the 2021 state fair was extra special to me. If you were reading my blog posts from September, you will know how much I love the fair. It's my stay-cation. I love seeing the people, eating unhealthy fair food, lol, finding great deals, getting free stuff from exhibitor tables, and it goes on and on. If you look to the sidebar, you'll see past blog posts. Look under September and you can read/re-read the state fair blog posts. I was excited to receive 2 red ribbons (2nd place) on my snickerdoodle and oatmeal-raisin cookies. I could go on and on, but I would just be re-hashing my State Fair blog posts. Be watching for the State Fair 2022 blog posts next September!
In this final segment, it's been a situation that been evolving over the course of time. It's the downward spiral of watching Alzheimer's take my father away. It really came to a head these past few weeks, when both my parents contracted Covid. They took dad to the hospital for a few days, but released him to home when they determined he was stable enough to go home. He was clearly not ready to be home. My mom was home with Covid, she was weak, and had a severely messed-up knee from a fall several days earlier. My dad was clearly not able to take care of himself, and my mom was not able to take care of him either, as she could barely walk. There were no facilities that would take my father in, due to his Covid. My sister and I had no choice but to go into the home and do what we could to help them in the shortest amount of time. We gloved and masked up best we could, and changed and showered when we came home, and thankfully, I did not re-contract Covid, probably because I still had the antibodies in me. We had a few angels in the medical field who came into my parents home to take vitals and help out where they could. After my folks' quarantine ended, we were able to get my dad into a nursing-care home. As of today, my mom is recovering slowly but surely, and dad is back in the care home after a short spell in the hospital with pneumonia. What is next for my dad? Chances are that his time is short. We are making efforts to see him when we can, although he is not very coherent. At least he knows that we are there. Your prayers are appreciated, and we will need your prayers and support when he passed, because although we know he will be completely healed, we will be heartbroken in his absence.
We will gather tomorrow to say good-bye to the old year, and pray for a great new year, hopefully a year which will see an end to Covid and all all of its variants. I pray for a special new year for you and your familes as well. If you are lonely on New Years Eve, and need some people to laugh and play games with, come join us. Send me a message via messenger, so I can know how many to plan for and give you the specs. We'll have a great time. My door is always open to those who need a friend. God bless you. Thanks for reading. Happy 2022!