A Prayer Pocket For My Sweetie
Yesterday was a rough day as it was the five year
mark of my husbands stroke. He had a real down day
which is very rare, but after all this time he had
hoped he would be alot further in his recovery than
he is. He works so hard every single day doing rehab
things here at home, and also sees a trainer at the gym
who is studing to be a physical therapist. Until today he
had been going to a rehab center for the last eight weeks
but on our visit today, he was told he was done.
Medicare and his insurance won't cover it anymore
because he isn't improving enough for their standards.
He was crushed! Today was not the day he needed this
news! He is improving although it is slow, but it's also
encouraging. Through all this mess we have found
that insurance companies could care less about patients,
their care, or rehabilitation. Money is all they care
about, and they will find more ways to keep from
paying what you need your insurance for, and we have
been told....it's going to get worse. We have to pay huge
dollars for our insurance which isn't easy on SS and
disibility, and every time we turn around, they raise
our rates, and then find ways to cut our coverages.
His stroke was a really bad one...most people don't
even survive the type he had and most of the ones who
do have severe brain damage...he was so lucky on that
part. It did take everything on his right side, speech,
and his vision was a mess. His speech is pretty good and
improving all the time. His vision is better but still has
some issues which affect his balance. His right arm, hand,
and fingers still have very little use, along with his right
ankle, foot, and toes. He has to wear a brace on the leg
to protect the ankle from breaking, but with the brace he
is able to walk....not far or long, and sometimes really
unstable, but he isn't in that wheelchair constantly anymore!
Five years is a long time and seems forever when you
live each of those days, hours, and minutes, with it in
your face every breathing second. Life has totally changed
and all he wants is for his life to be as it was. Most of that
is being able to do what most of us take for granted. He
misses so much all the things he and I used to love doing
together and so do I. So today he was so disheartened
to realize he still has so far to go, and wondering will he
ever get better. He works so hard, stays so positive, but
today was just so tough and he was so down. I couldn't
blame him and it broke my heart watching him struggle
with it all today. So as I worked on some things I was
making for Mother's Day, I prayed and talked with God.
I remembered a prayer I came across a few days ago,
so I went to find it. I was making some Mother's Day
pockets for flowers, and thinking of that poem, I decided
to make my sweetie a prayer pocket to let him know I
love him and care, and try to get a smile on his face. It
is a lovely poem and I thought it's message was just right
for this day and him. I needed my spirit lifted too, and
creating helps me with that sometimes.
So this is how it came out....
I made the pocket out of burlap, added some vintage
lace, some frayed yarn, the prayer transfer, and a
strap for hanging. I put a mason jar inside and added
some sweet baby's breath. On the strap I stamped
pray, faith, believe, and love.
The prayer says:
Be Blessed
I said a prayer for you today, and know God must have heard.
I felt the answer in my heart although He spoke no word.
I didn't ask for wealth or fame, I knew you wouldn't mind.
I asked Him to send treasures of a far more lasting kind.
I asked that He be near you at the start of each new day,
to grant you health and blessings, and friends to share your way.
I asked for happiness for you in all things great and small,
But it was for His loving care, I prayed for most of all.
and it's now sitting on his bedside
table where he asked me to put it.
In his sweetness he said to me, "my first perfect thing in
the morning is seeing your face and kissing you good
morning. This prayer would be his second, and he could
sit and read my prayer for him every morning while he
did his regiment of morning stretches before he gets up for the
day." Isn't he just the sweetest guy ever....made my day to see
him finally smile. It also made my heart swell with even more
love for him because he always says the sweetest things to
me even when his heart is hurting. I'm so happy he is mine!
Being perfect in not important, but being loved is everything!
I found this free sweet poem image here at
Janet . K Design
This would make a nice and thoughtful gift for
someone you may know who needs prayer.
Thanks for sharing your time with me!
TaTa for Now!!!
Love, Hugs, and Blessings!
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