Good morning. Yes, today is a better morning than yesterday when I got a call at 1:30 am from Mom's nursing home to tell me that she had fallen out of bed, hit her end on her night table and floor and was being sent to the hospital for stitches. I saw her early in the morning after she was brought back and WOW. She looks like she had 4 rounds in cage figthing. At 95 years and 75 pounds, there she sat with almost her entire right side of face BLACK AND RED. Stitches in her forehead. The left check also bruised. But when I asked her how she felt, she said "Fine" with her North Jersey accent. Mom is a tough one. What a trooper. I would have taken to bed. She really keeps me on my toes, though. I have just about all I can do to keep my own head above water (or should I say the Lord keeps me from sinking), and then to care for my elderly Mom with Alzheimer's. I called the home today and she is okay and sitting in her chair in her room. She wanted to eat there instead of the day room. It probably took alot out of her. I know it would me. Today, though, is difficult as I deal with my own clinical depression and rely on the Lord to keep me as I can't keep myself, just like my salvation; it is total dependence on Him for my salvation through the cross and not of my own efforts or good works. Isn't it wonderful to know that God sees us through the Cross, through the blood of Christ, our only cloak of righteousness. This week we are learning "I give you my heart" in Signs of Worship which we are doing on Sunday, Oct. 3rd. I am going to to try to post it on my blog if I can figure out how to do that again. I just joined a gym and now overwhelmed how I am going to fit it in my schedule, but the monthly cost will keep me committed for sure. At 63 I need all the help that I can get. Have a blessed day in Him alone. I am preaching to the choir here.