Recently my daughter and I went on a whirlwind tour of Kankakee, IL and then up to my parents house for our shared birthday weekend. (There was a concert by Gungor in Kankakee :) We had a great relaxed day with my Dad and visited Willow Creek community church in Barrington that evening. My daughter had never been to a mega-church and they are definitely the definition of a mega-church. I must say, it was pretty outstanding!
I have often brought home my oldest daughter who has always had a special connection to my mother. My oldest is very outgoing and just seemed to take Alzheimer's in stride as my mother deteriorated. She was also able to offer my mom the physical touch I knew she craved, but I simply could not provide. My mother's touch has always been hard for me. She just seemed to always be attempting to steal something from me when she hugged me. However, since she became vacant, I can hug her now. The feeling of being controlled is gone. In fact when I hug her now I usually tell her it's ok to go home now. I look forward to our time together in heaven and meeting the woman she was created to be.
But my second daughter is me in so many ways. We scare each other sometimes at how much we have in common. So this seemed to be much harder on her heart than my oldest. On this visit, my mother's pace had significantly slowed. She did not wander as much and she had trouble moving from one place to the next. She slept more and we saw no smiles. For me this is just a very slow and painful progression until the end. For my second however, this was abrupt. She was very overwhelmed and slept quite a bit herself. But what do you say? How do you help them? I hugged her and we cried together. What else was there to do? There are no Christian bumper stickers that heal this wound or put a happy face on it.
My pain is one thing, but then you have to manage your kids pain as well. My one hope is they see my love for my family, despite my years of anger and they realize that God changes lives and uses everything in our lives to draw us to himself. Blessings and suffering are used in the same way by God to humble us and care for us. This is very counter culture for us as Americans, even American christians.
Somewhere in here, over the many sad and difficult years, God gave us the gift of suffering. Only now do we see it's beauty.
