Maybe I did too much in my own strength, albeit waning and waxing until the day came.
Maybe instead it was obedience to the Lord that so many details were honored in anticipation of a good result, a finishing well.
Maybe the one that did not get cared for along the way was my own flesh and blood, although I really tried . . .
Maybe our need for firmness and clarity covered my love for her.
Maybe now that I am purging everything I can to clear my mind, my Lord will let me know what happened with this caregiver thingy gone awry.
Maybe there simply was no way this arrangement could succeed no matter how hard we tried.
Maybe there will be restoration one day, maybe not.
For today, I still grieve.