The San Fransisco Chronicle

I have been receiving some nasty hate mail and telephone calls because of an article posted in the San Fransisco Chronicle’s on-line newspaper.

The article was written about a JP (Justice of the Peace) in Louisiana who refused to issue a marriage certificate and marry a bi-racial couple. Some one calling himself Pastor Bobby made some racial comments supporting the JP’s decision to exemplify a racist attitude.

A SFGate.com reader posted my contact information and encouraged people to blast me. Whoever that person was should be ashamed of himself or herself for providing wrong information. I have never made a racial slur nor do I ever intend to do so.

I am a Christian minister. I believe Christ when He told us to love one another. I do not judge people. In the Book of Acts (The Acts of The Apostles) we are told that God sent us the Holy Spirit to give us the power to ‘Witness.’ This does not give us the power to ‘Judge.’

I am shocked that the San Fransisco Chronicle would allow this to happen. The author of the article called me and I explained to him that I am not the person who posted those prejudiced comment.

I AM NOT THAT PASTOR BOBBY!

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Long Nights

In my mother’s long battle with Alzheimer’s and with multiple other illnesses, we have begun the long night battles. It is really getting tough to maintain sanity. I am bound to keep my promise to keep my mother at home. I have seen some pretty gruesome things at nursing homes. She wants to stay at home and with God’s strength, I will keep her here at home.

It is very taxing. She has to have constant care and attention. This is a horrible disease. It robs the victim of dignity and peace. Every day is filled with prayers for peace. Fear creeps in; fear of being alone or deserted; fear of voices and those images of people who are not there.

The nights seem to be getting longer. My mother fights sleep for fear of not waking or that someone will hurt us while she sleeps. Just like a small child will do, she fights off sleep, often for up to 3 days before her body literally collapses. While in these fear ridden hours of sleeplessness, she demands my total attention. She constantly wants me to straighten her pillow or ‘fix’ her legs or give her a drink of water. I believe that most of these constant pleas for attention are nothing more than an attempt to keep me focused on her.

It is so very difficult sometimes to stay calm. It is so very difficult to keep my focus on the bigger picture. It is so very difficult to maintain a civil attitude and not lose my temper. Christ gives me the strength to carry on. I constantly remind myself that He is my strength and that He will sustain me. He is sufficient for all of my needs.

I love my mother. I love Christ. I will persevere.

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Horror Night

On January 1, 2009, Alzheimer’s demon really tested my faith. It was a night of rock and roll. I was devastatingly tired and sleepy but there was no way that I could leave my mother unattended. She was constantly trying to stand. She has little standing ability but a great deal of stubborn determination.

It was a war of wills. My nerves were sizzling and my brain was fried. I kept repeating “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” If I had not been confident that the Lord would give me strength to endure and pass through this valley, I would have given up.

It is times like these that really test every bit of Christian belief or Christian Metal. Jesus Won!

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Desperate Times

Have you ever been so deeply affected by a tragic situation that you looked up with fear, panic and anger in your heart and said, “God, I have cancer, why don’t you help me?” or “God, can’t you see her suffering, why don’t you do something?” or “Where are you?” I have. I have been so deeply entrenched in situations that seemed to be desperate that I felt at a total loss.

It is the human condition to look at a particular situation with tunnel vision, to concentrate on the immediate events, neither looking to the left nor to the right, all attention is focused on what is happening right now. When we are in the middle of a tragic situation, everything else goes out of focus.

When the situation looks desperate and there doesn’t seem to be an explanation for what is happening, when there doesn’t seem to be a reason that suites what we expect, we tend to allow our emotions to swallow us whole.

Recently I found myself in the midst of what seemed to be an unrelenting emotional assault. My brother, after a long and agonizing illness, passed away, leaving me to comfort his family. My mother was so ill that on three separate occasions the doctors wanted me to ‘call in’ the family. I was pushed to the edge of my emotional cliff.

It was at this time, raw with emotion, immersed in prayer, that I pictured Christ in my mind, hanging there, nailed to a tree, bruised , viciously beaten, torn and tortured, looking up to heaven and saying “My God, My God! Why have you forsaken me?” I could see the pain and loneliness on His face, tormented by the ones He loved so desperately. I could see the fear and human frailty. I could see the desperation.

I have often wondered why this account of the crucifixion and the account of Jesus praying in the Garden at Gethsemane were included in the Bible. Why was it important to show weakness in the One who is God incarnate?

After a lot of meditation and prayer, I realized that the Bible was showing us how to handle the human side of weakness. In the garden scene, Jesus was under so much pressure that He began to sweat blood. On the cross He felt as though He was all alone and abandoned. For the first time since before the beginning of time, He did not feel the attentive gaze of His Holy Father.

No matter what I may suffer here on earth at the hand of others or at the hand of my enemy, I will never suffer the desperation that Jesus felt. I will never suffer the torment and physical abuse that Jesus suffered. Even though I am confronted with almost too much to bear, Jesus suffered more. And then I consider what He did. In the garden He put God the Father’s will above His will. On the cross, He realized that He was paying the price for the salvation of every man or woman who would accept His gift. He realized that God the Father’s plan was superior to any amount of suffering that would confront Him. His love was sufficient.

When I consider the suffering of Christ, I see that all of my problems put together could not match what Christ did for me. I know that God’s plan is a perfect plan. I do not understand it. I don’t need to understand it. I surrender to His will and I know that no matter what I suffer, He will never leave me nor forsake me. No matter what my situation brings about, no matter how much I suffer (physically or emotionally), I know that the Holy Presence of God is there with me, ready to comfort me. I do not need to do anything more than accept His peace, the Peace that passes all understanding.

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Into The Dark Room

Imagine walking into a room and suddenly having the feeling that you were in a place that you could not recognize. Everything seems as though it should be familiar but there is a nagging feeling that something is not quite the way it should be. It is the same feeling that you get when you are dreaming.

There are people in the room who are familiar. They are looking at you in a strange fashion, almost puzzled. A deep rooted panic begins to rise up inside of you, almost overwhelming your emotions. You suddenly feel that you must leave. Nothing else will do. You absolutely must leave. Your greatest desire is simply to go home. You know that you will be safe when you get there.

The others who are in the room with you try to convince you that you are home, but you know better. You know that you must leave and your greatest desire is to be at home. The more that these people try to talk you into staying, the greater the desire to go home grows. You think to yourself, “why are they treating me like this?”

This is how I imagine my mother feels when she suddenly sinks into the grip of an Alzheimer’s ‘episode.’ I try to put myself in her position, but I cannot truly imagine the panic and disbelief that she feels. I want to understand and be reassuring, give her as much comfort and understanding as possible. This is an unwinnable situation. Her mental state and attitude will not allow this.

There is a cruel syndrome called ’sundowner’s’ that affects almost every Alzheimer’s Disease patient. Like clockwork, when the sun begins to go down, panic floods in and the confusion begins. It reminds me of a roller coaster ride. No matter how much you want it to stop, it will not. All I can do is watch and pray that daybreak comes soon.

The pain, heartache, that an Alzheimer’s patient’s caregiver feels is excruciating. The most difficult combination of emotions to overcome are anger, fear, and the heartbreak of watching someone you love sink into that dark pit of confusion brought on by this relentless disease.

So often I have prayed for God to step in and make things right again. I find myself asking for help, crying for help, agonizing. It is at these times that I can feel the beautiful and reassuring whisper of God in my spirit. I can feel his strength come into my body and my mind. I can feel His embrace. I know that He is telling me to love her, my mother, with the same unending love that He has for me and for her.

I know that this is not a punishment that God is put on me. I know that He has her spirit in His hand and that he will not let her suffer. I know that it is the enemy of all men who is pouring out the illusion of hopelessness to ensnare me. It is the enemy’s plan to do everything to steal my hope, kill my will and destroy my faith. Jesus told us this when He said that the enemy come to steal, kill and destroy.

When I surrender to the peace that God places in my heart, I see the situation in a different light. When I open my heart to His love, He fills me. It is when I allow His light, His love, to shine through me that I can see an amazing manifestation. When I look at my mother, taking her hand in mine and gently speaking to her, letting God’s love move through me, I see a remarkable change. I can see her relax.

Often, within minutes, the symptom will return. I know this is simply another attack of the enemy. I simply take her hand in mine and again project the love that God has placed in me. Even when the attacks persist, with the strength of Christ, I persist. Often it takes hours but the result is always the same. She will calm down and not remember what happened.

I know that I must stay strong and prayed up so that I can be her for her and give her the best. So often I think about those who are in the same position that I occupy, a caregiver. I wonder how it is possible for anyone to survive this without having the strength that come from Christ to fill him or her.

The simply fact is that without the strength that Christ gives me, I would not be able to take the day to day heartbreak of this monstrous disease.

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The Journey Continues

As I watch the progression of my mother’s mental state sink deeper into the fog of that strange world caused by Alzheimer’s disease, I find myself teetering on the brink of despair. My nerves are frazzled by frustration filled days and sleepless night. My emotions are covered with the stickiness of stress and my body is racked with pain and tired beyond belief.

I see no improvement, only that heart wrenching depression. My heart feels pressed and my back aches from lifting her from the floor when she gets off balanced and slides down from her chair. My disposition has begun to resemble that of an ogre, snapping at people and grumbling.

It is these times that I hate. I know that it is only going to get worse. I hear echoes of friends and family members who constantly urge me to put her in a nursing home. They reason that I will live a better life without all of the stress. So often I feel like giving into these temptations, letting go of my promise to her to never put her there. It is these times that simply grate on my already raw nerves. I see nothing in the near future but more pain, more confusion and more frustration. I feel like yelling, “God, why are you letting this happen to her? Why are you letting this happen to me?”

When these thoughts mottle my brain, God speaks to me gently and reminds me of the bigger picture. He reminds me that I am letting the small picture of my immediate predicament cloud the bigger picture. He reminds me that Job was in a similar circumstance, racked with pain and disappointment. He gently nudges me to consider the situation from a higher perspective.

He reminds me of the joy that He has given me by answering my prayers to leave her with me for a little while longer. He causes me to remember all of the times when she, my mother, comforted me when I was upset or angry or just plain frustrated. He even goes so far as to give my mother moments of clarity when she thanks me for taking care of her and being so good to her.

When I lift my head above my own troubles, I can see clearly that God is watching. I remember that He has promised to always be with me and to never forsake me. I can see that He commanded me to honor my mother and father. I remember that He told me that He would never put on me more than I could handle.

When I look at the bigger picture, God shows me that it is the enemy who is causing me to focus on my pain. It is the enemy who sends friends and relatives to discourage me. It is the enemy who has planned my failure for me and is waiting for me to accept it.

I have the victory. I have the blessings of God even in my darkest hour. God grants me an abiding peace, one that passes all understanding. I thank Him for giving me the opportunity to turn these fiery trials into a victory for me, my mother and for Him.

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A Heartbreaking Journey

One of the most heartbreaking experiences is to watch a loved one travel through the stages of Alzheimer’s disease, a cruel form of dementia. One of the hardest jobs imaginable is providing care for them during this time. The proper care requires an abundance of both physical and emotional energy. Providing this care is extremely stressful for the care giver and will take its toll on the person who is not both physically and spiritually prepared to do so.

Along with the physical part (many sleepless nights, lifting dead weight and often having to restrain the person), comes the frustration and the anger. It becomes increasingly difficult not to lose your temper and melt down emotionally to a mass of frazzled nerves. The frustration easily slips into angry outburst and then the feeling of guilt. It is easy to become grouchy or irritable and to lose the sense of who you are while trying to provide the best possible care. Often the care giver does not allow himself (or herself) the time or opportunity to properly grieve. There is always the picture of what is happening to your loved one leering in the shadows of your mind. You are constantly saddened by the realization that it’s not going to get better before the inevitable end. So often, when you have a moment to yourself, you cry, uncontrollable at times. You cannot sleep well. You are lonely and fearful.

Does this sound familiar? For some of you, I know it does.

Even the person with the most loving spirit experiences times of utter frustration and pain when their loved one’s condition constantly declines. It is difficult to feel good about yourself when everything around you is unpredictable and almost to the point of being unreal. It is tough to feel happy when you can no longer find the time to do the things you enjoy and that bring meaning to your life. These are truly times of fiery trials and the most severe tests of your faith. These are the times which drive you to the brink of unbearable frustration and anger. For some, the temptation to lash out at God and everyone around them becomes too hard to bear.

I want to bring this to a more personal level. I am the primary care giver for my mother who has begun this journey into a shadowy world of confusion and mental decline. I want to relay the feelings that I am experiencing in order to demonstrate to those who are experiencing similar situations in the hope that my experiences will bring some solace, some sense of peace.

According to the Alzheimer’s Association, more than 80 percent of Alzheimer caregivers report that they frequently experience high levels of stress, and nearly half say they suffer from depression. It’s not difficult to see why. There is a way that has been given to me that will help you. It is important also for those who are not experiencing these trials to understand the gut wrenching pain that those who are suffering experience. The peace that is available is applicable to every situation in your life that brings the stabbing pain of stress.

All of us certainly experience negative feelings from time to time. According to the Family Caregiver Alliance, “when these feelings become more intense and leave caregivers totally drained of energy, crying frequently or easily angered by their loved one or other people, it may well be a warning sign of depression.”

We need to realize that the tough trials that we encounter in life are nothing more than attempts by our enemy to defeat us by destroying our faith in the only source of relief that is available. If, by these fiery trials, we can be driven over the edge of depression and hopelessness, our faith in the one true source can be snatched from us leaving us vulnerable to the onslaught of even greater trials.

Depression amongst Alzheimer’s caregivers is more common than most of us realize and deserves to be treated with the same attention afforded any fiery trial or severe illness. Depression is simply that emotional state of hopelessness that will grip a person’s spirit and rip it to shreds.

In order for you to understand the progression of the disease I have included the stages through which the Alzheimer’s disease travels. This is a devastating disease for the patient as well as the ones who are forced to watch.

Experts have documented common patterns of symptom progression that occur in many individuals with Alzheimer’s disease and developed several methods of “staging” based on these patterns.

Staging systems provide useful frames of reference for understanding how the disease may unfold and for making future plans. But it is important to note that not everyone will experience the same symptoms or progress at the same rate. People with Alzheimer’s die an average of four to six years after diagnosis, but the duration of the disease can vary from three to 20 years.

The framework for this section is a system that outlines key symptoms characterizing seven stages ranging from unimpaired function to very severe cognitive decline. This framework is based on a system developed by Barry Reisberg, M.D., Clinical Director of the New York University School of Medicine’s Silberstein Aging and Dementia Research Center.

Within this framework, we have noted which stages correspond to the widely used concepts of mild, moderate, moderately severe and severe Alzheimer’s disease. We have also noted which stages fall within the more general divisions of early-stage, mid-stage and late-stage categories.

Stage 1:

No impairment (normal function)

Unimpaired individuals experience no memory problems and none are evident to a health care professional during a medical interview.

Stage 2:

Very mild cognitive decline (may be normal age-related changes or earliest signs of Alzheimer’s disease)

Individuals may feel as if they have memory lapses, especially in forgetting familiar words or names or the location of keys, eyeglasses or other everyday objects. But these problems are not evident during a medical examination or apparent to friends, family or co-workers.

Stage 3:

Mild cognitive decline
Early-stage Alzheimer’s can be diagnosed in some, but not all, individuals with these symptoms

Friends, family or co-workers begin to notice deficiencies. Problems with memory or concentration may be measurable in clinical testing or discernible during a detailed medical interview. Common difficulties include:

  • Word- or name-finding problems noticeable to family or close associates
  • Decreased ability to remember names when introduced to new people
  • Performance issues in social or work settings noticeable to family, friends or co-workers
  • Reading a passage and retaining little material
  • Losing or misplacing a valuable object
  • Decline in ability to plan or organize

Stage 4:

Moderate cognitive decline
(Mild or early-stage Alzheimer’s disease)

At this stage, a careful medical interview detects clear-cut deficiencies in the following areas:

  • Decreased knowledge of recent occasions or current events
  • Impaired ability to perform challenging mental arithmetic-for example, to count backward from 75 by 7s
  • Decreased capacity to perform complex tasks, such as planning dinner for guests, paying bills and managing finances
  • Reduced memory of personal history
  • The affected individual may seem subdued and withdrawn, especially in socially or mentally challenging situations

Stage 5:

Moderately severe cognitive decline
(Moderate or mid-stage Alzheimer’s disease)

Major gaps in memory and deficits in cognitive function emerge. Some assistance with day-to-day activities becomes essential. At this stage, individuals may:

  • Be unable during a medical interview to recall such important details as their current address, their telephone number or the name of the college or high school from which they graduated
  • Become confused about where they are or about the date, day of the week or season
  • Have trouble with less challenging mental arithmetic; for example, counting backward from 40 by 4s or from 20 by 2s
  • Need help choosing proper clothing for the season or the occasion
  • Usually retain substantial knowledge about themselves and know their own name and the names of their spouse or children
  • Usually require no assistance with eating or using the toilet

Stage 6:

Severe cognitive decline
(Moderately severe or mid-stage Alzheimer’s disease)

Memory difficulties continue to worsen, significant personality changes may emerge and affected individuals need extensive help with customary daily activities. At this stage, individuals may:

  • Lose most awareness of recent experiences and events as well as of their surroundings
  • Recollect their personal history imperfectly, although they generally recall their own name
  • Occasionally forget the name of their spouse or primary caregiver but generally can distinguish familiar from unfamiliar faces
  • Need help getting dressed properly; without supervision, may make such errors as putting pajamas over daytime clothes or shoes on wrong feet
  • Experience disruption of their normal sleep/waking cycle
  • Need help with handling details of toileting (flushing toilet, wiping and disposing of tissue properly)
  • Have increasing episodes of urinary or fecal incontinence
  • Experience significant personality changes and behavioral symptoms, including suspiciousness and delusions (for example, believing that their caregiver is an impostor); hallucinations (seeing or hearing things that are not really there); or compulsive, repetitive behaviors such as hand-wringing or tissue shredding
  • Tend to wander and become lost

Stage 7:

Very severe cognitive decline
(Severe or late-stage Alzheimer’s disease)

This is the final stage of the disease when individuals lose the ability to respond to their environment, the ability to speak and, ultimately, the ability to control movement.

  • Frequently individuals lose their capacity for recognizable speech, although words or phrases may occasionally be uttered
  • Individuals need help with eating and toileting and there is general incontinence of urine
  • Individuals lose the ability to walk without assistance, then the ability to sit without support, the ability to smile, and the ability to hold their head up. Reflexes become abnormal and muscles grow rigid. Swallowing is impaired.

Understanding the mechanics of the disease, however, does not lessen the impact that the disease has on those who must watch its progression. The purpose of this writing is not to educate you in the functioning of the disease but to offer a method to finding peace about your situation.

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Often, as a Pastor, I am called upon to counsel others who are experiencing trials of life. This is often a very difficult thing to do. I find that the only way that I can truly advise others is by leaning heavily on God’s Word and the strength that I know to be Christ.

This post is not about giving advice. It seems as though everyone has advice (good and/or bad) at the ready to solve everyones problems and dilemmas.This post deals with a more profound area of endeavor. This post is about taking advice.

Recently both my mother and my brother were critically ill and in the Medical Intensive Care Unit (MICU) of a regional hospital. I was bouncing from bed three to bed nine, trying to keep one from knowing that the other was in critical condition. I was in a much different but critical situation. The stress was beginning to take it tole on me. My brother’s wife and children were looking to me for guidance and comfort. My sister and aunt were looking to me for guidance and comfort and I was being drained of every ounce of energy, physical and spiritual, that I could muster.

I remember so many times having to counsel others in similar situations but there was no other human being who was there to counsel me in my stress and frustration. I took my own advice that I had given so many times to others. I turned to prayer and to God’s Holy Word.

I turned to 1 Peter 1:5-7 which says, ” who are kept by the power of God through faith for salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials, that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ,”

God’s Magnificent Spirit spoke to my spirit, reminding me that every trial and temptation that I would encounter in this physical world was nothing more than a ‘fiery trial’ of my faith. The enemy will come in during these trying and stressful times and try to kill my faith. He will whisper,”Where is God now when you need Him most? Why doesn’t He answer your prayers and do for you what He has done for all of those for whom you have prayed? Why does He leave you to suffer? Aren’t you a ‘good’ Christian?”

All of these things were there to weaken my faith, to challenge me and dishearten me. God’s Spirit spoke to my spirit. ” the genuineness of your faith, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ.” How is my fretting and worrying about the condition of my loved ones honoring and praising and bringing glory to Christ?

I began to rejoice in the opportunity to win this challenge. I began to praise God and thank Him for His strength and guidance. I began to rely on Him and to ‘TRUST’ His love and compassion. His plan is the ultimate and perfect plan. Whatever He was going to do would be perfect. I could literally feel the stress leave me. I could sense the enemy’s frustration. I began to understand that God was most definitely in control and all I needed to do was praise Him and trust Him and not myself.

My brother passed away. He was very sick, and had been for a long time. He was a born again Christian – I led him in the prayer of salvation only a few months earlier. God’s Holy Spirit guided me to realize that Carl had won the victory. He was were I want to be – in the presence of God. He was no longer suffering. He had definitely won the battle. My heart rejoiced for my brother’s victory.

My mother began to recover from her ‘critical’ status. Several days later I was able to bring her home. I do not understand why God took my 50 year old brother and spared my eighty two year old mother who has Alzheimer’s disease. I know, though, that His plan is perfect in every way. I love Him even more deeply now. He allowed me to win a victory in my faith. He made me a stronger individual because I chose to praise Him and give Him the glory for His work.

When you are faced with these fiery trials in life (and you will), trust that God knows what is best. Know that this is nothing more than a test of your faith. You will win the victory.

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Each of us has our ‘cross’ to bear. There are in this life a seemingly endless procession of trials and tribulations. Jesus told us that we would suffer these trials and tribulations and the Apostle Paul told us to consider them as joy.

I have always, in my Christian walk, took each trial and each instance of tribulation as an opportunity to win a victory. This has been a sustaining attribute of my Christian beliefs. I have found comfort in Christ and have won many battles because of my deep abiding love for Christ.

When I discovered that my dear sweet mother was entering the gates of a dimly lite and foggy world known as Alzheimer’s, everything that I knew was about to be tested. The fact of my mother’s condition weighed heavily on me. How could this be?

It may help to give a little info about my mother. She is, at this writing, 82 years old. In the 57 years that I have known her, she has been a source of happiness, strength and love in my life. She worked hard all of her life to make sure that her children and all of her family had the very best that she could offer. She has always been kind and loving and has always sacrificed her wishes and desires for the good of her family.

The onset of her dementia was rather sudden, not a slow progression as I had seen in others. It was as though her short term memory simply disappeared. She began to ask the same questions over and over, not remembering that 10 minutes earlier I had answered her.

At the beginning of every month she would take out her ‘bill’ journal and make out all of her accounting. She got to the point that she would just sit and stare at the accounting materials before her, not having the first clue as to what needed to be done. I took that burden over for her.

Days and months passed with the dementia taking a stronger hold. We visited her doctor, went to specialist and the conclusion was ‘Alzheimer’s Disease.’ We began treatment with Arasept, a medication designed for dementia patients. This seemed to slow the progression of the disease but there was no indication of her getting any better.

Years before, my mother had asked me to promise that I would never put her in a nursing home. I agreed dismissing the thought as absurd. A promise, however, is a promise. I chose to keep my mother at home and give her the best treatment that I could. I intend to keep my promise.

This has caused many changes and restrictions in my life. I have to be with her at all times. I cannot leave her alone because she gets confused and frightened when I am not there. Many of my friends and relatives think that I am foolish for giving up my wants and desires to take care of my mother. I admit that it is a very restrictive lifestyle but the things that I have learned are proving to be more valuable that I imagined.

Every day I thank God that He has given me the opportunity to give my mother the care that she deserves. I realized that she had worked and sacrificed to give me the things that I needed as I was growing up. This was her choice to do so. She could have given us up for adoption or abandoned us or simply ignored our needs but she did not. She care for and nurture us. Now it was my turn.

I realized that God was giving me an opportunity to take care of my mother. He was giving me the opportunity to learn about her and about myself. He was giving me the opportunity to be a blessing.

God, in His moral Law, commanded (not suggested) us to honor our mothers and fathers that our years would be longer. Even though I know that God did not cause my mothers affliction with this dreaded disease, He was using it to give me one of the most valuable lessons that I would ever learn. He was giving me to move from one level of faith to a much higher level. I could have felt sorry for myself and thrown a big ole pity party. I chose to take the challenge, give my mother the love and care that she so richly deserves and win another victory.

I realize that her condition will only worsen. I know that there will come a day when she will not recognize me. I know that it may even progress to the state that she will forget how to swallow and suffer all of the indignations that this horrific disease has to offer. I know this and I do not look forward to those times. However, I praise God for giving me the opportunity to care for her and for me to grow in the process. It would take volumes for me to explain the things about myself that I have already learned. The one most important thing that I have already learned is that I have learned to understand the love that God has given me. I know that the days and months ahead will bring great trials but I have also learned that the strength that abides in me can overcome every trial, every bad moment that is coming my way.

God has truly blessed me with the opportunity to grow and learn as I give my love and care to a woman, my mother, who has done nothing but love me. Without Christ in my life, this would really be almost unbearable.

I know that there are others out there who are faced with the same tragedy and even worse. These are opportunities for us to grow in Christ’s love. These are opportunities to take something that seems to be horrible and make them a beautiful testimony of love.

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