I just never know which of my “moms” is going to show up on any given days. Last night she was angry and stubborn and the simplest task was an ordeal. Today, Mom was just as attentive and helpful as she could be. As I prepared to put her to bed, I asked her if she was ready. She looked at me and smiled, she then said I was handsome. Our bedtime routine was painless. I feel really blessed to be able to actually enjoy a few moments together.
Psalm 90:10 says that our last years are mostly toil and trouble. Some days I wonder what keeps Mom going, I wonder what she is thinking. She can’t express herself without getting frustrated because she just can’t find the words she wants. As she looked at her ice cream tonight, she asked, “is that my… my… yummy?” She enjoyed it even if she didn’t remember its name. Tomorrow she will greet her cheerios with the same salute.
May God be gracious to each of us, that when our minds and bodies fail, I hope that we will find our delight in him. Good night all. Grace & Peace
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