Life Lessons

I sent my parents an edible flower arrangement for Easter this year. It seemed like a good idea because my mom eats a lot of fruit and as much as I love flowers, I am still a pretty practical person. My Dad said they both loved them. He appreciated it and she ate them.

But that is one of the tolls this takes on you. When a person disappears into this disease, they can't express appreciation anymore. They are a ghost that walks amongst us and when it's someone so close to you, you are constantly reminded that your service needs to be for the Lord and not to be thanked. That is really hard for me. I like to be thanked. I struggle with feeling unappreciated. But I also see that when I am thanked, I don't really let it sink in, so it's like dying of thirst while people are offering you things to drink.

I see the lessons from the Lord all the time as I wander through this season of life. Perhaps everyone hits this place where life starts to slow down some and you wake up to this deeper narrative that's been going on the entire time without you realizing it.

I am very present. I am not a ghost like my mother and yet I withhold praise from the people around me even when I know they desperately need it. Less than a year ago, my mother would endlessly praise me for my kids, my voice, by parenting, whatever. It went on and on because she would not remember one comment to the next what she just said. I have to admit, it felt good. I don't remember much praise when I was little. In fact I remember a lot of criticism. I am painfully aware of maintaining a good balance of input and praise with my own kids because I know the pain of an over-critical home.

But what about all the other people in my life? I praise my father all the time. I am so in awe of what he is doing and the attitude he does it with is even more impressive. But what about my husband? I have high expectations for him and that can spur him on or beat him down depending on how I approach it. Of course at the end of the day, he makes his own decisions but I know I am not irrelevant to the picture. I am his wife, no one else. He has the same opportunity with me. My hope is that we are slowly moving in the right direction of doing a better job caring for each other.

So this is one area for me that has emerged in watching and experiencing Alzheimer's ravage our lives. I am continually amazed at how God uses everything. How can he break my heart and mend it at the same time? I suppose that's what makes Him God and me just me.

I will listen today for your voice Jesus. I believe you are always doing me good even when I may not be able to see it or feel it. Increase my faith and hold me near and please be merciful to my mom.