These are challenging times for sure, but we can use this opportunity to strengthen our most precious relationships, and draw closer to God.
Loving Father, Draw us close. Calm our fears and anxious hearts. Surround us with your strength, and shelter us through the storm. Help us place our trust in You in the troubled days ahead. Give us wisdom to know how to respond.
Fill our hearts with compassion for those who are sick. Use our hands and feet to help those in need. Let us be content in Your stillness, humble in Your presence, and ever grateful for Your amazing grace. Amen.
When you watch a loved one suffer through a terminal illness, “inevitable” is a word you know too well.
But inevitable becomes eventual. And eventual becomes soon.
Yesterday my brother and I made plans to meet at Mom’s nursing home. Neither of us had seen her since Christmas Eve. He caught a bad cold shortly after Christmas that lingered for a while. It wasn’t something he wanted to carry into the nursing home. And I haven’t been able to get away from work or weekend errands to make the 45 minute drive for over two weeks. A visit was long overdue.
Also, we learned on Friday that Mom is having difficulty eating. She becomes distracted and doesn’t seem to know what to do with the food once it’s in her mouth. Mealtime is now a daily struggle. For someone with dementia, that can be a game-changer.
When the Clouds Lift
Normally I enjoy the drive which takes me through the beautiful countryside of northern Virginia. But yesterday was different.
Although it was unseasonably warm for January, it was a dreary day. The mountains were shrouded in clouds and a heavy mist was falling as I crossed the Shenandoah River. My mood was similar, and I was dreading the visit. As I came over the final hill though, the valley ahead was clear and the sun was breaking through the clouds. I took this as a hopeful sign.
When we arrived at the nursing home, my first plan was to get Mom out of the “day room”. This is where she, and the residents with dementia spend their days. It is a depressing room with worn furniture and two tables. The Hallmark Channel is on 24/7, but the patients are usually asleep in their wheelchairs or staring blankly into space. I always want to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Yesterday I learned a very important lesson.
It’s not about me.
Searching for Home
From the moment we took Mom out of the Day Room, until we wheeled her back, she was agitated. First we took her to the lobby where the windows provide more than a glimpse of daylight. But she was clearly frightened there, as the doors kept opening with people coming and going. So we wheeled her to the sofa in the hallway beside the fish tank. It is full of colorful tropical fish, and has always been an enjoyable place for her. But today, with her limited vocabulary, Mom said she just wanted to “go home”.
She knew she didn’t belong where I wanted her to be.
That’s when it hit me. Home, for Mom, is the Day Room. The dreary place that I dread is where she is most comfortable. As soon as we pushed her back through the doorway to one of the empty tables near the TV, she calmed down and began smiling again.
These are her people, I thought looking around the room. They are familiar to her world and they comfort her. This is where she belongs. This is where she needs to be, despite my personal comfort zone.
Our visit only lasted about 30 minutes, but in that short time, I learned that Mom is still teaching me about life, about myself, and about why the inevitable doesn’t really matter today.
In the new year, I chose three different devotionals to read each morning. These were my Saturday readings, in no particular order:
“And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” — 2 Corinthians 12:9a
“You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.” — Psalms 16:11
“To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven . . .”
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.” — 2 Corinthians 5:17
“My times are in Your hand . . .” — Psalms 31:15a
I am always amazed at how God provides just the right words when we need them. I’ve read all of these scripture verses many times, yet when I looked back at yesterday’s readings, they were hand-selected for my day.
God meets us where we are every day.
His love, and my Mom’s future with Him, is inevitable.