Then we headed to the funeral home. The mother of one of my son's best friends died unexpectedly. Of course, we were shocked, but even more so because this woman was a doctor - and close to my age. She left three sons, all standing in a row beside her casket.
My son has been extra sweet to me all week, and more than ever when he heard of Joyce's death. He keeps telling me to take care of myself, to get this pain in my side checked out, and to watch my diet. He's goading me along on my Road to Health. I'm thankful for him - a gift from God indeed.
After the viewing, we went home for a few minutes, and then headed back to church for a 5 PM meeting followed by church services. We had some wonderful missionaries to Africa as our guests.
So, we ate dinner last night at 10 PM. I might have had an excuse to eat whatever, too tired to even consider whether it was good for me or not, but I didn't. I ate with awareness.
I think I might be 'getting it.'
How was your weekend?