Feet

Well, it has been awhile since I blogged. I cannot believe January is almost over and February is around the corner. It has been a busy month. My dad has had trouble with his legs and feet and a couple of sores. I am thankful that Jeff (my sweet son in law) was observant to notice my dad's sores were oozing. We took him to the doctor and the sores have taken a great deal of time to heal. He goes to therapy three times a week. Every day involves nursing the sores and wrapping his legs with a unique technique to help alleviate fluid in his legs. His legs and feet were extremely dry. So, daily I am lathering his feet and legs with lanolin and other cream. Scriptural references come to mind of children sitting at Jesus feet and Jesus washing his disciples feet and then requesting that they wash each others feet. You can probably see my face grimace, thinking about washing others feet. And here I am sitting at my Dad's feet and tending to them gently and carefully. I am thinking how many miles these feet have travelled. He grew up on a farm with much work to do with his dad. He served in the Army in WWII and was a medic and had to tend to many wounded soldiers with life threatening situations. He married my mom and together they had three children. He worked hard to keep our family going. He helped my mom to go to college and get her teaching degree. He worked overtime to allow all of us to go to summer camps and other events. I am reminded of the times that that dad tended to my brothers and me when we were kids. We all had broken bones at one time or another, my older brother was mowing one day and came to the door with a rod that went through his ankle, and then when I had to have stitches over my eye and my twin brother had stitches on his toe. He grieved when his oldest son was killed in an accident. When he retired, he would help me so much when I had my kiddos and especially when Erin would have to go to dr. appts. HE was wonderfully strong and helpful to me when Erin was in the hospital in Wichita Falls and was encouraging to me. He was smitten with Sarah and always enjoyed taking her and Jon places. He was especially strong when my mom became ill and tended to her needs with such a positive attitude. And watched over her till her death. He especially loves his family and is such a positive, humble, and generous man. He is definitely caring and compassionate man. His love and care extend past my brother and myself and grandkids. He deeply cares about his siblings, neices and nephews and those on my moms side. He cares about our friends, as well. And then I sit at his feet thinking, I am definitely blessed to be able to serve him in a small, small way.
Something that I did not especially look forward to has turned into a sweet blessing.
Blog to ya later!!