Busy doing our own thing, we each had our tasks to complete. There was a comfortable unity of purpose yet each of us had taken up the tools we preferred, to do the work we preferred. There was a moment where two of us seemed to naturally pause in our work. She asked if I could find out the name of the sermon which was aired Sunday on the TV broadcast. She commented of the impact it had on her and her husband and that she had told her friend about it as well. She wondered if it would be possible to get a copy of the sermon. The pastor had spoken about suicide.
The house is expansive. The kitchen and den flow as one unit. The dining room is full of antiques and comfortably seats 10-12 guests. The parents have their private suite with an oversized bedroom, an oversized walk-in closet and a generous bathroom. The bedroom has a kingsize bed, a rocker and flat screen TV, a chaise lounge by the fireplace with a view from the balcony overlooking the pool. The bathroom is complete with a shower for two, a jacuzzi tub and his and her lavatories. The walk-in closet is overflowing with stuffed shelves and wardrobes; clothes and shoes crowd the floor, making it difficult to open the door. Each child has their separate room with a personal TV and game unit. There are yet more rooms, serving as other sitting room, guest room and play room. The garage has all the recreational toys that make life fun. In the neighborhood, this house is not outstanding and doesn’t stand out for anything particular. It’s just the way it is on this end of town.
She owes the bank still for the money she borrowed to pay for a medical emergency from years past. Sadly, the pain has returned. Her used vehicle newly purchased needs repair. The multiple jobs reward her with more fatigue than with funds. She goes to sleep at night in a bed built for two but occupied by one. She is middle-aged, in the prime of life, but feels ancient and feels like life has passed her by.
Her mother is a handful of years away from 100 and has lived in her home for almost 30 years. She is the sole caregiver. These days she rarely leaves the house, bearing the weight of the constant necessity of having someone by her mother’s side. Even though she realizes that death may be near, deep inside she is desperate for relief. She greets each morning with tears and each night with exhaustion.
“They will tell it to the inhabitants of this land.
They have heard that you Yahweh
are in the middle of this people;
for you Yahweh are seen face to face,
and your cloud stands over them,
and you go before them,
in a pillar of cloud by day,
and in a pillar of fire by night.”