This is the view that inspired my mom to say, "I love the big tree outside my window and the country scene in the background--it is beautiful in each season." This provided me the title for the devotional I wrote for Mom, and is a good way to think about the stages of our lives; Beautiful in Each Season.
In the wake of placing my mom into nursing home are back in August of 2016, I'm just now emerging from a time of exhaustion and grief that almost certainly has had an element of depression mixed in. I've learned that pain is not an anomaly, nor is grief something of which to be ashamed. Scripture speaks of suffering in a matter-of-fact way: Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you...(1 Peter 4:12).
And Jesus spoke of what we can expect:
I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world (John 16:33 NIV).
Sometimes the enemy whispers that when we live our Christian beliefs, we paint a target on our foreheads for the devil. This is a lie of the most devious sort, because in the first place, everyone has trouble in this world, and in the second place, failure to live our Christian beliefs robs us of the sweetest solace imaginable: Christ with us. God is sovereign over everything that happens to us, and He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous (Matthew 5:45). Good things happen to good and bad people. And bad things happen to good and bad people. The very best we can do is to abide in the Lord so that we may have the sweetness of His presence, the blessing of His provision, and hope for the future, even in the midst of sorrow.
This morning I snapped the photo above, brightened the photo, applied a filter, and sent it to my daughter with this message, "I love the view from Grandma's window, but I wonder if it will ever seem right without her here with us to enjoy that view?"
While I waited for my daughter's reply I looked at the photo and thought, "I've made this look even better than in real life; maybe this is what it will look like when we get to Heaven."
And at that very moment my daughter replied, "When she gets to Heaven her view will be SO much better than that...she won't be missing anything!"
In Christ we have strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow.* He is faithful.
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*From the hymn, Great is Thy Faithfulness. You can listen to Chris Rice sing it here.
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Thursday, April 27, 2017
Great is His Faithfulness
Friday, April 21, 2017
Peace in the Midst of Pain...
Once in a great while, an inspired thought comes to me in the middle of the night. I'll awaken with some phrase or thought in my head that I know is of the Lord.
When Mom had to go into nursing home care, I was heartbroken and I struggle still. But one morning at the beginning of her time at "the manor," I awoke with this phrase in my mind: Joy in the midst of sorrow.
So I dictated those words into the notes app on my phone and went back to sleep.
The next night, the same thing happened again. I'd forgotten the first phrase, but when I opened the notes app at 2 a.m., there it was. I added this night's phrase, peace in the midst of pain, and went back to sleep.
The next night yet another phrase came plus a closing thought:
When Mom had to go into nursing home care, I was heartbroken and I struggle still. But one morning at the beginning of her time at "the manor," I awoke with this phrase in my mind: Joy in the midst of sorrow.
So I dictated those words into the notes app on my phone and went back to sleep.
The next night, the same thing happened again. I'd forgotten the first phrase, but when I opened the notes app at 2 a.m., there it was. I added this night's phrase, peace in the midst of pain, and went back to sleep.
The next night yet another phrase came plus a closing thought:
Joy in the midst of sorrow,
Peace in the midst of pain,
Faith in the truth of God's promise;
There will be sunshine after the rain.
When we have confidence in the Lord's presence with us, we are able to appreciate the beauty He provides along the way even when we can't see how or when the journey will end. |
I think the Lord brought these lines to me on successive nights to emphasize the importance of the truth behind them; otherwise, I would probably have forgotten them. I have notebooks full of random thoughts and often find slips of paper in drawers with a line or two of verse or inspiration jotted down from I know not when. And I don't even want to think about the hundreds of Microsoft Word documents I have stashed in folders on two computers.
The Lord wanted me to take note of the thought that He is like the eye of any storm we face; present with us, sustaining, protecting, providing. Also, we always need to recognize that any storm we are enduring is temporary.
Toward the beginning of my mother's Alzheimer's journey, our attorney looked me in the eye and said, "There will be life for you after your mother's Alzheimer's." It doesn't seem so. As Mom very slowly fades from view I feel that the end of her will be the end of me. But God has promised strength for the present challenges, and ... sunshine after the rain.
"I have learned in whatever situation I am in to be content..." (Philippians 4:1).
Monday, April 17, 2017
Wind Sentinel
When we placed my mom, who has Alzheimer's, into
nursing home care in August of 2016, I grieved. To make matters worse, Mom's new home is in the middle
of a wind farm, and this was difficult for me because since childhood I have
had a fear of large, manmade objects. From base to the tip of an outstretched
wing, these turbines stretch 500 feet into the sky.
I was praying about this one day as I drove to
the nursing home, and a thought came into my mind: "Think of them as
sentinels." Just this one idea changed the way I felt about those
huge machines. The turbines no longer seemed threatening, but benevolent; like
guardian angels keeping watch over my mother. My acceptance of the wind
turbines was mirrored in a gradually increasing ability to see God's wisdom and provision at
work as He helped me release my mom into the care of others.
On my drives to visit Mom, a story idea began to form in my mind about an angel who inhabits the tower of a wind turbine, keeping watch
over the people below. I began taking back roads on my daily trips
to the nursing home in order to drive closer to the turbines, eventually gaining
courage to stop my car and stand behind the gate to an access road only about two
hundred feet from one of the huge machines. Over a period of months, I took the
photos at the beginning of this post, and many more.
In early March, as I finished writing the novella
length ebook, Wind Sentinel, the
horrific wildfires had begun burning through Texas, Oklahoma, Colorado, and Kansas.
A story about a wildfire became interwoven into Wind Sentinel, and when I completed the story I knew I wanted to
use it to donate to farmers and ranchers who suffered such heartbreaking loss
in Clark County near Ashland, Kansas.
100% of my first days’ proceeds (including
preorders) from Wind Sentinel will go
to the Ashland Community Wildfire Relief Fund.
Order your copy now for just $3.99, and share this information with
anyone who enjoys reading with the Kindle app. The book will be delivered to your Kindle device April 21.
The Lord can bring beauty from ashes.
I’ve seen this during my 13 year and counting Alzheimer’s journey with my mom. Whenever
life delivers blows we might not think we can survive, we can look for the Lord’s
provision. He always comes through for us.
Blessed be His Name!
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To
make individual contributions:
Go
to Ashlandcf.com or
Bring
checks to Stockgrowers State Bank or
Mail
to: Ashland Community Foundation/Wildfire Relief Fund
P.O.
Box 276
Ashland,
KS 67831
Please
note: Wildfire Relief Fund in the memo line
A
touching video that describes the losses endured from the wildfires of 2017
along with accounts of heartwarming relief efforts can be found here:
If
you would like to donate to help others who faced devastating losses from the
2017 fires, go to http://www.beefusa.org/ and
follow the fire relief resources link.
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Saturday, April 8, 2017
Blessed and Grateful
Caregiving doesn't get easier when your loved one goes to a nursing home.
Well. That's not exactly true. The physical labor portion of the job absolutely does lighten. Of course it does. My mom now has a work crew of approximately 40 people in three daily shifts available to support her as she has need. Before there was only me.
But the emotional toll doesn't necessarily ease, in fact, for a time it may increase. There is grief and there's guilt and...more grief. I miss my mom. For all the things we'd lost, I still had the knowledge she was just next door. There was some sort of security left over from childhood just in the fact of her presence.
And, seeing her struggling to adapt to new circumstances is just awful, more for me than for her. My mother, because of her faith, has adapted well. She has never cried, not once. She gets cranky sometimes, but for the most part she is philosophical about where she is in life. This is entirely due to her relationship with the Lord. She talks to Him constantly.
My heart was eased on Mom's behalf yesterday, when I called her on the nursing home's cordless phone, and talked with her for maybe five minutes. She wasn't in a very good mood but was polite to me...and then wanted to hang up. Instead of disconnecting though, she placed the phone in her lap. Without breaking the connection with her, I used my landline and called the nursing home to tell them our conversation was over and that Mom had asked for a diet coke. But they forgot to come to her room, and I didn't break the connection with Mom. I was thus privy to her spoken thoughts and prayers for the next hour.
Here is a partial transcription of her words:
"I'm someplace between 88 and 91 I'd guess (she's 92), and I'm blessed (wracking cough). My worse problem is that I'm old and I need help--but I'm blessed because I have that help. If You have anything You need me to do, Lord Jesus, please guide me...(prolonged coughing). I do thank you for my comfort. I'm dressed in comfortable slacks and long-sleeved top. I hear pleasant music--male sings, pleasant volume. Lord, if You have guidance for me...but I'm not complaining because I'm cared for in reasonable comfort. I have no pain; my main aggravation is sinus drainage (wracking cough) but to top it all off, I have the Lord's presence with me, and Lord Jesus I bow down, guide me to be what You want me to be....I am grateful to feel as well as I do at this age...Over an hour's time I sat and prayed for Mom and recorded her words. In my 4 pages of notes she used the word "blessed" 5 times and the word "grateful" 6 times. She prayed for those who provide her care, and for "my daughter, Linda."
Today when I visited the nursing home, there was a resident with dementia who was hitting, biting, and scratching. "She has bad memories," one of the aides told me. This sweet young lady also talked with me about a research study she'd read that proposed a specific drug to quiet fears in a patient's mind.
I know something that works better than drugs to silence fears and uncertainty. And so does my mom.
She is nearly 93 years old, has lost much of her eyesight, and can't stand without help. She can no longer read, watch TV, or write in her journal. She prefers her recliner to being in groups, and so sometimes she is alone too much, but her confidence in her Lord's abiding presence keeps her from suffering unduly from loneliness.
We are blessed, and I am grateful. 😃
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