This post is part of a series I like to call “A Visit From Mom.” These posts are written by, well…my mom. I think she kind of rocks! My mom and her mother were the primary inspirations for me to starting writing way back as a little girl. Now, I share my blog with my mom cause I think she has some things to say that you might really love.
It is December already!
I always struggle with this season of the year—torn between the joy and excitement of yet another Christmas against the dark skies and cold and deep-seeded feeling of financial distress. Writing out our tithe check this morning, there is the temptation to count those contributions to the Salvation Army bucket and the Angel tree and the food depot and all the other organizations that come alive at Christmas. . . more pressure.
I just learned that my father, who has worked hard all his life, has been released from his job and the hospital which employed my stepmother, a nurse for 50 years, just closed. She is now unemployed. They are both well into their seventies and should be secure. They just declared bankruptcy.
After the past few years of economic loss, I have watched old friends try to reinvent themselves in what should be their golden years. I have a credible fear that my job will be in jeopardy in a few years. I will be 63—not old enough to retire, not young enough to be employable. We are not alone in this. Millions of people, who have followed “the rules” all their lives, are finding themselves under financial stress at their most vulnerable point.
In my world, I take care of seniors. It is a mission, it is a passion, and it is a gift from God to be blessed with this journey. If, on occasion, I wake up in the middle of the night, panicking at the thought of what I will do 5 years from now or how I will support my infirm parents, Dear Lord, forgive me for my momentary lapse. I am well aware that I cannot control the behavior of my fellow children of God. I can control how I treat those children of God and I can control my trust in You. . .
I can once again read the Beatitudes and realize that You value what we do here. I will tithe my usual, knowing that for all the times I give freely and with love, You, Heavenly Father, have given to me a thousandfold, freely and with love.
Carlene Welch is the General Manager at Home Instead Senior Care of Northwest Arkansas, and avid writer and poet, and my mom. She serves as a Stephen’s Minister at her church and is one of the wisest women I know. She writes custom poetry and prose for cards and gifts. For more information, contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org.