We had to move Mom into a permanent care home last Wednesday. It was so sad. She has the kind of dementia where there are psychotic episodes mixed in. You never know what you’ll face from one day to the next and sometimes one hour or even one minute to the next.
But all this is continuing to teach me how to persevere in love and warfare. Mom is still the Lord’s, lock, stock and barrel. She says she’s doubting Him, but He says, “I will never leave you or forsake you.” He says, “I have inscribed you on the palms of my hands.” Our wonderful, caring Lord says, “When you pass through the waters I’ll be with you, ...and when you walk through the fire you won’t be burned.” Our dear heavenly Father says, “Even as a nursing mother doesn’t forget her child, I won’t forget you” (my paraphrase). My God says that what He’s started to perform, He will finish. Mom will have a godly finish, even though this season is really rough.
It’s hard to see when we have been dealing with the daily ins and outs of this thing since the end of October, but God really is in control. He knows those who are His and has never lost one of them. For that I’m so thankful!
