The residents straggled in to watch the movie, a comedy. One was wheeled in in her wheelchair. Two others leaned heavily on their Zimmer frames. The girl came to connect to Netflix, and discovered the movie wasn't on, so she chose another. The Truman Story. As she set it up, several voices repeated the same sentence. 'Harry Truman?' This place is full of war vets and that was their era.
As the movie unfolded, one by one the residents slipped out. Mom looked at me. Do you know what is going on? Completely confused by the plot.
Life can be like that. Confusing, and distressing. God is not like that crazy director in the film, though, enjoying watching us stumble through life, getting some sort of vicarious thrill from it. He isn't watching us from a distance. He came and joined us. Immanuel. God with us. Still, though we don't see him in the every day, he walks with us.
As I continue to limp along this path with Mom, it is so comforting to know that God walks with us. He weeps with us. He laughs with us. I am so grateful.
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