A Labor of Love

All the beautiful bushes and plants that make our yard so pretty were planted and tended by my hubby during the past 29 years. Up until three years ago, he could still do some of the gardening chores, but now he is limited.

Gardening is something he has always loved. In order for him enjoy his hobby, I help him outside with his portable oxygen, give him a yard waste container and a chair. Also important is a large container of ice water and a straw heat for shade!

Here he is a couple of days ago, resting between bouts of trimming the lilac bush. He managed to be outside for about 30 minutes. The exercise is good for him as well as the mental therapy.

Unfortunately, there are so few days he is able to get outdoors. If it is humid or extremely hot, his heart and lungs cannot handle the weather. We take advantage of the days he can enjoy the outdoor climate.

I’ve never been a gardener, nor has it ever been something I longed to do. Now, however, I do like taking care of the yard. To me it has become a labor of love, preserving what my beloved husband so lovingly created with God’s help.

Being a caregiver isn’t easy. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself and throw a pity party. These are short-lived because I know how lucky and blessed I am. When I was struggling the other night in the middle of a pity party, I reached for my collection of index card scriptures. I found Romans 12:12 and knew God had spoken to me. “Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.”

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