Needless to say when I moved in, there was absolutely NO privacy, because there were two occupants per each 6ft.-9ft. room. I was extremely upset about this and was not shy about letting everyone I came in contact with know how I felt. Remember, I'm very obstinate at times and I know God made me this way so that when life got hard I wouldn't just give up.
The thing is I need to be reminded of this, even now. So as I whined, griped under my breath and complained loudly, many people tried their best to console me. "I know it's hard, but it'll only be for ninety days. You can handle that. Can't you?" was the usual response. After hearing this for a while I decided that they were right. I quit moaning and groaning quite as often and started the count down to my release into an assisted living facility with my very own room. Hallelujah!
When I had endured the nursing home with everyone knowing my business for 75 days I went to visit the social worker to get the ball rolling on departure. As I entered her office a look of concern overshadowed her face and she said, "I've been dreading this conversation. See I found out a few days ago that the government is revamping the assisted living program and it will take quite a while. Meaning you have to wait here indefinitely while they complete this, before you can even consider leaving. I'm very sorry!"
I'm sure you could see flames shooting out head I was so mad. I screamed, "What?! Why me, AGAIN?!" I wheeled out of the office in tears, looking for a little privacy and remembered there was none to be found. I rolled face first into a corner and bawled as softly as I could...
In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.
1 Peter 1:6
I am blessed
Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce
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