For nearly 12 years I looked after dad's affairs and watched his Parkinson's, systematically and so very effectively, take away his life: first his farm, as he could no longer be there alone doing what he loved to do; his everyday functions, and the humiliation of the uncontrollable; his speech, and the pain of seeing his mind work but his mouth not respond; his ability to eat, and the last ditch surgery of 2/20; and then, my last time to be with him as I expressed my love and let him know that he was going home.
The last two weeks have taken a greater toll then I know, even with God's wonderful grace and warmth. I sleep but wake up tired, little things trigger big emotions, and memories are more vivid then ever. Grief's work is astounding; the business of death wearying. Roger's words at the service so captured dad's life, their comfort still speak; the supporting words from friends refresh; the long arm of the Lord strengthens; Diane and the kid's love uplifts.
Thanks dad, for being a good man who worked to make things easier for me.
Hebrews 4:15 For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin.
ReplyDeleteHebrews 4:16 Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
My Friend,
I know that this has been a difficult few weeks for you and I am truly sorry. It is my prayer that God would wrap you in His mercy and grace at this time and you would find His strength and His rest. I am here to help with anything you may need. You are in the prayers of your flock and your friends. May God's peace be with you.