The plane leveled off and I searched for the button that would let me recline a couple of inches. Unable to find it, I mentally kicked myself for choosing the seat before the exit row. It had been so long since I’d flown I had forgotten that this row doesn't recline.
It was hard to believe that I wouldn’t see my husband, Tony, or my kids for more than three weeks especially considering my destination. I had a firm, strong feeling I had to go and help take care of my in-laws. I wasn’t 100% sure it was God behind the urging until Tony came on board with the idea. My hubby’s support for a trip of this length was a minor miracle. I was still getting used to the new firm “knowing” style of speaking that the Holy Spirit had begun using to guide me.
My mother-in-law, Carol, was in the hospital recovering from pneumonia. She had been immobile so long that it would take physical therapy to get her to the point where she could get out of bed with minor help. My father-in-law, Jim, just had back surgery and didn’t need to be lifting anything… hence my extended stay.
I had been in Houston for a few days when Carol was finally moved to rehab where her personal items were placed in a drawer. This included some really good lotion. It started off simple enough: her back was itchy. Knowing it was probably dry, I offered to put lotion on it. This led to rubbing her achy legs with lotion. That firm, almost unnoticeable knowing of the Holy Spirit urged me to put lotion on her feet and rub the bottoms of them.