One of the most challenging facets of being a caretaker in situations like this is remembering to breathe – mentally, emotionally, spiritually. You feel like you’re out of the woods, like things are on the rebound and then… you’re right back in the hospital. When that happens, it’s very easy to feel despondent and a little let down. Difficult to remember to breathe.
I have to remember who’s in control. …Unless the LORD guards the city, The watchman stays awake in vain. (Psa 127:1b NKJV)
I was talking to one friend and she confessed to feeling so helpless. It’s something I had dealt with earlier in this ordeal, but it really allows you to see who you are trusting: God, or man – usually self. As long as we’re trusting man, we can always get our little self-glory in there, too. But when trusting God, there’s no room for glory. Not for anyone. That’s because He’s taking care of it, and my job simply comes down to giving Him the praise due Him.
Of course, it does take a lot off of my shoulders when I realize that I don’t have to be the Fixer of The Thing That Is Wrong. As a caretaker, my job is support and advocate. It’s not fixer. Here’s a thought: even the people that are assigned to help with the fixin’ are just helpers. They are not THE Fixer. That’s God’s job.
Too many times, I just want to fix things that don’t need to be fixed. Let God handle that, and just do what He says to and it’s not so hard – and it’s not so bad. Gotta trust Him for the result. And gotta remember to Breathe.
Breathing, in the spirit, amounts to prayer. His Word is my meat and drink, but His presence is the air we breathe. Prayer – taking a deep breath of the presence of God, feeling Him in every part of my being.
Just gotta remember to breathe and relax. God’s in control.