Fuzzy Slippers

I am meeting the hospice team, one by one. The nurse, the social worker, the chaplain. They are dedicated to carrying whatever we cannot carry, as we travel along this road. Like Himalayan sherpas, they will take the burdens of the business of transitioning from one camp to another so that we can climb without losing our breath or hope. They will keep the way clear, so we only have to focus on what feels good, what brings comfort. It is freedom, as they get the prescriptions, the paperwork, the permissions to be the resource for everyone in the family. We can put our feet up, put on our fuzzy slippers, sit on the porch and watch the birds. How wonderful to have such kindness and competence just a phone call away, 24 hours a day. This freedom gives us courage and peace to enjoy the day. God's gifts to us are never ending, as He  provides comfort and strength for the journey, enables His people to extend their hands to those in need, wraps us up in the mercy of His love. We will kneel in our fuzzy slippers and offer up our thanks for His precious gifts, relax in the warmth of His love and pray for God's blessings to be poured out on all of the chosen ones who are carrying our load with us.