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Numbly, I left my husband, Marty, at the
hospital where I had been visiting two of my children and
headed for the grocery store. Since it was eleven p.m., I
drove to the only store I knew was open twenty-four hours a
day. I turned my car motor off and rested my head against the
What a day, I thought to myself.
With two of my young children in the hospital, and a third
waiting at Grandma’s, I was truly spread thin. Today I had
actually passed the infant CPR exam required before I could
take eight-week-old Joel home from the hospital. Would I
remember how to perform CPR in a moment of crisis? A cold
chill ran down my spine as I debated my
Exhausted, I reached for my grocery list
that resembled more of a scientific equation than the food for
the week. For the past several days, I’d been learning the
facts about juvenile diabetes and trying to accept Jenna, my
six-year-old daughter’s, diagnosis. In addition to the
CPR exam I’d spent the day reviewing how to test Jenna’s blood
and give her insulin shots. Now I was buying the needed food
to balance the insulin that would sustain Jenna’s
“Let’s go, Janet,” I mumbled to myself while
sliding out of the car. “Tomorrow is the big day! Both kids
are coming home from the hospital. ... It didn’t take long
before my mumbling turned into a
“God, I am soooo scared! What if I make
a mistake and give Jenna too much insulin, or what if I
measure her food wrong, or what if she does the
unmentionable—and sneaks a treat? And what about Joel’s apnea
monitor? What if it goes off? What if he turns blue and I
panic? What if? Oh, the consequences are certain to be great!”
With a shiver, my own thoughts startled
me. Quickly, I tried to redirect my mind away from the what
Like a child doing an errand she wasn’t up for, I
grabbed my purse, locked the car, and found my way inside the
store. The layout of the store was different than what I was
used to. Uncertain where to find what I needed, I decided to
walk up and down each aisle.
Soon I was holding a box
of cereal, reading the label, trying to figure out the
carbohydrate count and sugar content. “Would three-fourths
a cup of cereal fill Jenna up?” Not finding any “sugar
free” cereal, I grabbed a box of Kellogg’s Corn Flakes and
continued shopping. Pausing, I turned back. Do I still buy
Fruit Loops for Jason? I hadn’t even thought how Jenna’s
diagnosis might affect Jason, my typical four-year-old.
Is it okay if he has a box of Fruit Loops while Jenna eats
Kellogg’s Corn Flakes?”
Eventually I walked down
the canned fruit and juice aisle. Yes, I need apple juice,
but, how much? Just how often will Jenna’s sugar “go low” so
she will need this lifesaving can of juice? Will a
six-year-old actually know when her blood sugar is dropping?
What if…? I began to ask myself again.
I held the
can of apple juice and began to read the label. Jenna will
need fifteen carbohydrates of juice when her sugar drops. But
this can has thirty-two. Immediately I could see my
hand begin to tremble. I tried to steady the can and reread
the label when I felt tears leave my eyes and make their way
down the sides of my face. Not knowing what to do, I grabbed a
couple six-packs of apple juice and placed them in my cart.
Frustrated by feelings of total inadequacy, I crumpled up my
grocery list, covered my face in my hands and cried.
“Honey, are you all right?” I heard a gentle
voice ask. I had been so engrossed in my own thoughts
that I hadn’t even noticed the woman who was shopping along
side of me. Suddenly I felt her hand as she reached towards me
and rested it upon my shoulder. “Are you all right? Honey, are
you a little short of cash? Why don’t you just let me…?”
I slowly dropped my hands from my face
and looked into the eyes of the silvery haired woman who
waited for my answer. “Oh, no, thank you ma’am.” I said while
wiping my tears, trying to gather my composure. “I have enough
“Well, Honey, what is it then?” she
“It’s just that I’m kind of overwhelmed. I’m
here shopping for groceries so that I can bring my children
home from the hospital tomorrow.”
“Home from the
hospital! What a celebration that shall be. Why, you should
have a party!”
Within minutes this stranger had
befriended me. She took my crumpled up grocery list, smoothed
it out, and became my personal shopper. She stayed by my side
until each item on my list was checked off. She even walked me
to my car helping me as I placed the groceries in my trunk.
Then with a hug and a smile, she sent me on my way.
was shortly after midnight, while lugging the groceries into
my house, that I realized the lesson this woman had taught me.
“My kids are coming home from the hospital!” I shouted with
joy. “Joel is off life support and functioning on a monitor.
Jenna and I can learn how to manage her diabetes and give her
shots properly. And just as God met my needs in a
grocery store, He will meet each and every need we have. What
a reason to celebrate.” I giggled to myself. “I have a reason
to celebrate!” I shouted to my empty house.
should have a party,” the woman had exclaimed.
party there would be!
At a nursing home in
Florida, a group of senior citizens were sitting around
talking about their aches and pains.
"My arms are so weak I can
hardly lift this cup of coffee," said one.
"I know what you
mean. My cataracts are so bad I can't even see my
coffee," replied another.
"I can't turn my
head because of the arthritis in my neck," said a third.
"My blood pressure
pills make me dizzy," another contributed.
"I guess that's the
price we pay for getting old," winced an old man.
Then there was a
short moment of silence.
"Thank God we can
all still drive," said one woman
Dutch Oven B.B.Q. Pot Roast
lb Round Bone Pot Roast
2 ts Salt
1/2 c Barbecue Sauce (Your Choice)
1/2 c Apple Cider
8 Carrots, Pared *
6 Large Potatoes **
2 Onions, sliced
8 oz Fresh Okra ***
* Carrots should be
peeled and cut into 2-inch chunks. **Potatoes should be
peeled and quartered. *** One 10 oz pkg of frozen okra
can be substituted.Rub meat with salt. Melt shortening
in Dutch oven; add meat and cook over medium heat,
turning once. Reduce heat; pour barbecue sauce and cider
over meat. Cover and simmer on top of range or in 325
degree F. oven for 3 to 4 hours. Add carrots, potatoes
and onions 1 1/2 hours before end of cooking time. Add
okra 15 minutes before end of cooking
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