BELIEVE IN MIRACLES? YOU SHOULD.

I have been waiting to write this post.

Waiting to know for sure

because it's so new.

It's just day's new.

But, I have some friends that

deserve not to have to wait

a minute longer to hear 

what God has orchestrated.

Friends that have been praying for us, supporting us,

loving us, caring for us.

Through all of my tears, 

uncontrollable sobbing,

despair,

fear and hard prayer,

God was always there.

And I knew that in my heart.

I have always known that God was there

supporting me even more 

than even my dearest friends.

That didn't mean that I couldn't be sad.

He doesn't expect us to go through life

smiling all of the time.

Just believing all of the time.

He was also working in

other's lives. 

(He's the ultimate multi-tasker).

He has been working in

the people's lives who were

working with my mom.

Doctors, nurses, caregivers,

my brothers and sisters.

He has blessed my mom with

the best care and the most wonderful

caregivers and children.

All working for what's best for mom.

Mom was settled in a most wonderful

memory care facility for dementia patients.

She has had doctors that changed her meds

for the better, and

children that have given up time

and money to protect mom and do what's

best for her.

I can't press that point enough.

Because, you see, a miracle has happened.

Remember that this all started with mom falling

asleep at the wheel because she hadn't slept

for seven days? 

That inability to sleep continued for two months.

She would sleep for a couple of hours

now and then, but never fully slept.

Her doctor was changed,

her meds were changed 

several times.

There's so much information that

I'm just going to leave it at that.

When mom was settled in the memory care

facility, her life took a dramatic turn.

She started sleeping.

Her sleep meds were changed by

a new doctor and the meds

worked. 

They worked.

They worked.

They worked.

Mom has slept every night since

December 6th.

Sleep deprivation postures 

dementia.

She has grown stronger

and more like my mom by the day.

She still has moments of confusion

(If you know me, 

you're thinking that it's genetic),

but SHE IS BACK.

PRAISE GOD.

PRAISE GOD.

PRAISE GOD.

It is her desire to live at the ranch 

with Frank, me and our "doggies".

So, I'm on my way to Kalamazoo 

to see my mom and

to bring her home.

Annette is flying up to drive

back with me.

When we made those plans

little did we know that we'd

be bringing my mom and her Sophie

back with us.

YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for your prayers, support, cards to mom 
and for your love,

Jan

"here i come, Sister"