My Son and God

Isn’t it strange how some things turn out? People call it co-instances, but I call it God. He is always working, sometimes to make us better folks, but often to help us out of what could be a real problem.

My son Ron was an engineer at a large research plant for 16 years. His life changed when all the big companies downsized and let many of their employed people go. He looked for work for several years, but either the companies wanted to save money and hire those folks just out of college, or he had too much education and would quit the job just as soon as a better one came along.

He finally decided to embark on a new career on the internet. He had no family to worry about and knew it would be awhile before he earned very much. He began by writing a  podcast and he offered editing services to people writing books and articles. He is very happy with his decision. Shortly after this, my husband died and my son’s apartment rent began to be too much for him. We decided that he would move into the rooms not needed since the children grew up and left our home. That way, I, in my eighties, would have someone around me.

lately, It has turned out that he has become my caregiver. I am soon to become 92 and have developed some health problems. I can’t get around to do things like I used to do.  He doesn’t complain, even when he has to do things that aren’t really manly. He is a wonderful son and a great caregiver. Besides that, he has his career, which is growing by leaps and bounds.

While he was doing his work as an engineer, I don’t imagine he ever thought he would move into the room he grew up in, but the whole thing sounds like God had a hand in arranging our lives. As far as we are concerned, God did a pretty good job.