In case anyone is in doubt, I'll just put this out there: I need a LOT of help. I am not type A or even type B. By the time you get to X, Y or Z...I'm in there somewhere. I've always been scatter-brained - I still have some of my report cards which repeatedly pointed out my daydreaming habits. So, I'm sure you will be surprised to find out that I struggle with a thing called Chronic Disorganization. Combine that with a thing called A.D.D., (I like to think of that as Alternately Designed Diva), and a few other acronyms and labels that are especially helpful in addressing my various issues, and you get ME.
That is my preface to the rest of what I'm about to put here. I'm posting this partly because it is so entertaining...but also because I am exceedingly grateful for the delightful person who wrote the response - who helped me out in my distress some time ago. Not only did she help me address a potentially riddled-with-relational-mines interaction, with hilari…
I had a rough morning...Hannah's one and only school dress was no-where to be found. I had stayed up late doing extra laundry in case it was in there, and couldn't find it. I didn't want to dig around in the room where they were sleeping so it needed to wait until this morning (yes, you can point out I should have thought of this before they were in bed, but I was focussed on getting them to bed! Of course you could point out that I could have thought of this before the bedtime routine! But I was trying to get supper on! And you could point out I could have thought of this before supper prep, but...okay, you win).
So this morning I look high and low. I search everywhere. I look under her bed three times! I look under everything! Couches, beds, hidden corners, dressers, cubbies, nooks - you name it, I looked. I prayed - out loud, "Lord, please help us find Hannah's dress!" I hear the thoughts in my head (could it be divine whispers?), "Pray an…
Today I am grateful for my mother-in-law, Lois Logan.
Here is why:
She came to live with us 8 years ago, and even though she is legally blind, and has occasional other challenges, she has faithfully helped in our home, especially in kitchen cleanup and setting the table.
When Andrew and Hannah were babies, she welcomed them to her bedroom when they were a nuisance in the night. Often she would deliver them to me for night feedings and retrieve them so I could get better rest.
She is an amazing woman. She rarely complains about anything - is probably one of the most contented people I've ever known. She is happy despite her many limitations.
She was born in Lucknow, India and later lived in Karachi before the formation of what is now Pakistan. Later she moved to South Africa with her parents to complete her nurses training. She studied at Emmaus Bible College, which was at the time in Oak Park, Illinois near Chicago. She later married Paul Logan, of Chavuma, Zambia, and m…