My wonderful mother has Alzheimer's, was diagnosed at age 87, and now, going on 96, she still has an appetite and has retained her sweet, gentle spirit. And guess what else - GOD IS NOT DONE WITH HER!
**She doesn't know my name
**She doesn't know her grandchildren
**She doesn't remember that she was married to the most wonderful man, my daddy
**She doesn't even remember her Heavenly Father, even though His Spirit indwells her
**I can say, "Mommy, Jesus loves you SO much," but all she does is stare at me with a blank look
**But, still, God has not completed HIS work in her! The image of Christ still shines through her somewhat jagged, saggy smile, her silly spur-of-the-moment giggles.
What possible purpose could God have in keeping her on earth, you ask? Well, for starters, my family has had the wonderful privilege of sharing the love of Christ with her caregivers because she's still here. She has meaning. I compare her to a chipped and cracked tea cup, once new and shiny, but now having imperfections that go from top to bottom, cracks that can no longer be repaired here on earth. One day, though, her marred, imperfect cup will once again overflow with worship and gratitude to her Savior, Jesus.
I love you, Mom. Thank you for all the wonderful lessons you've taught me over the years, but mostly, thank you for allowing Jesus to shine in and through you for 95+ years and showing me through example what rewards await those who make Christ the focal point of their lives. In my eyes, you are a treasured china tea cup.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, SWEET MOTHER, AND MAY GOD PROTECT YOU UNTIL THAT DAY WHEN YOU SHALL REACH YOUR FINAL HOME.
1 comment:
I know how you feel. My grandma had alzheimers for at least ten years. But through out those ten years God provided us with so many miracles.
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