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My gramma is at home with my mom tonight.
Thank you for your prayers. There is more to this time in life than chores and tasks. There is wisdom and searching after God's plans. There is knowing that the plan is not yet complete while we breathe here together in mortal bodies. This has been a few months and a few days of feeling pulled in certain directions and then doubting ourselves.
My mom has hoped to convince my gramma to come stay at her home since the summer and my gramma has just plain refused. A few falls yesterday required that my mom stay at my gramma's home. Today it seemed time for a decision to be made, although in heaven it was decided as God scooped out the oceans. It was ours to quiet ourselves to hear our instruction.
After work I had a hair appointment and then I was going to gramma's to check in and try to figure out what next. Got to the salon and they had double-booked my hair dresser. I was asked to wait until Saturday. Ok God.
Got to my gramma's where my mom had been surviving on jelly beans and Jesus for two days and looked my gramma over. My mom felt certain that the time had come to take gramma to her house. We told gramma this and she agreed. After months of refusal, the final wall came down. She is weak and sore from some falls so we had to be careful. The Mr. and Mac came over and we carried her to the car and caravaned to my mom's house. We settled her in without incident and she went to sleep immediately. Truly, she looked more peaceful than I've seen her in a very long time. Quiet sleep, like someone who knows they can finally relax and let someone care for them. Almost like the surrender of a child to a nap long overdue.
My mom was so happy to have this thing that she had felt she was to do finally happen.
Mac said this was one of the best days he has ever had. He said that he had been feeling that great gramma needed to live with grandma (my mom.) He felt relieved when he finally laid her in the bed.
I felt like I had finally gotten the Israelites into the Promised Land.
My mom, I do believe, was one hallelujah short of a Jericho March.
So thank you, my friends, brothers and sisters. Please continue to pray and praise God for this step. We'll keep you updated.

Pslam 84:3 Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young— a place near your altar, O LORD Almighty, my King and my God.