It’s been a rough few days in our house. On top of dealing with some huge issues with M and S, hospice told me last week that my mom is in the process of dying. Her stats have not been bad but you can just see it on her face. She is in transition, between our world and heaven. She still knows me (at least for now, although she did call me Sarah Jane last night instead of Martha Jane, my nickname is Marty) but is looking into the distance and talking to my dad who passed away last year and her mom and dad. She said “that one over there is 3900 square feet.” I do believe she is picking out her home in glory! I have tried to spend as much time over there as possible, really just for me at this point, because she’s sleeping so much and doesn’t remember I’ve been there. But that’s okay. I don’t have regrets and know I’ve been there through the tough days. It’s been a long and difficult journey but I’m secure in the knowledge that God will be ushering her to her “real” home soon.