Curt now spends a great deal of time in a “Broda” chair, it’s a like a recliner on wheels. As of late he has not been content in the chair, he moves his legs in the chair constantly, sorta rocking it up and down in an attempt to get up. The problem is, if he does get up and walk around, he gets tired easily and becomes a fall risk. It’s one of those difficult situations, with no easy answer. However, I have noticed he calms down immensely when I walk the hallways with him in his chair, his sporadic, uncoordinated movement begins to ease up and his eyelids grow heavy.
So lately I have been spending a lot of time walking the halls of the memory care facility with him.
During our walks, I often find my thoughts drifting back to another big walk we took together. I remember walking the halls of our local hospital all through the night until the sun came up while in labor with Tyler. We walked, we talked, we prayed and anticipated our future together as a family.
Now we walk the halls of a memory care facility, I can barely understand anything Curt says anymore, he is either awake, agitated and antsy or tired, calm and serene. He still smiles and laughs, but not quite as frequently as he did.
Our dreams for our future at the hospital that night in December, have now faded into the black hole of Alzheimer’s.
And I guess that is why I have struggled as of late to update this blog…….I have been grieving.
I had a rough winter….not horrible, but for me, and my usual optimistic self it has been difficult.
I am weary
I miss Curt and his wisdom, guidance, care and companionship
I miss the kids since they are both now at college
I am weary
I am tired of taking care of everything and making decisions with out Curt’s wisdom and insight.
I am tired of taking care of taxes and filling out the FAFSA (ha ha, ok that is just something Curt would thrive taking care of, I on the other hand DREAD it all)
I am just tired, stuff bothers me more, there is always this huge cloud of uncertainty hanging over my head.
However, during all of my grief and calling out to God, I have found something.
Something I anticipated, but waiting for it was not in my plan. I am a millennial generation baby boomer…..I don’t wait well.
A treasure, a gift, I have just begun to unpack…..
I am learning to embrace the promise of Romans 8:28
And we KNOW that all things work together for good for those who love God, who are called according to His purpose.
It was a struggle for a long time, to think God is working this out for good…..like you’re kidding me right?? There is no good in having your husband diagnosed with Alzheimer’s at age 46, when your kids were 13 and 15?! How can that be GOOD!?
But then I received a hand made prayer quilt in the mail recently from a prayer ministry in North Carolina. As I pulled it out of the wrapped box, I was confused as to what it was. The backside of the quilt was a busy mess, but when I turned it over, I saw the completed quilt and it’s full beauty. If I only looked at the back of it, I would see an angry mess, in disorganized chaos.
If I just looked at my circumstances I see a deplorable, emotional MESS of chaos and loss.
But in the big picture of ALL that God is weaving together, the quilt of life comes together and I start to see how God is weaving all of this into His perfect plan. If God leads you to it, He WILL see you through it……..it may not be easy, but He will see you through it.
Not gonna lie, this has NOT been an easy journey, but as I look back on it the last 5 years, God has provided for us above and beyond. He has met our big needs and little needs.
Okay now stick with me on this analogy……….You know how sometimes when you are out driving and you realize you are starving hungry…..Like seriously famished, I could eat a horse kind of hungry. Then you eat some random granola bar you find in your glove compartment to hold you over until you can get real food. You are satisfied for a bit, and you feel a little better and can press on until the big meal comes.
Well if you are still with me on this one, that is how God has been providing for us. Sure I wish the big meal would come and make it all okay, but the little morsels of His truth, strength, and grace is what keeps me going on a daily basis. I feel a little better and can press on through the day. His strength is what keeps me going, those little morsels of strength keep me, keeping on!
It’s only when I look back do I see how many times He has given me that random granola bar when i needed it to get through the day. A friend drops off a meal, someone volunteers to help with yard work at the right time, a friend stops by to see Curt, a card comes in the mail filled with kind words and encouragement, God meets our looming financial needs in BIG ways, a friend invites me out to dinner when I need it, God speaks in a big way to me through His word, I hear a song and I am brought to tears, yet ultimately encouraged through the words.
Oh friends I do believe God is working this out for His glory, but for anyone who is struggling with the onslaught of rough times, do know it’s not always going to be easy, and at times it will downright suck. But in the big picture of it all keep seeking, pleading, praying. Remember to snack on those random granola bars of provision that God sends your way to empower you to press on. Your life may look like one hot mess of grief and sorrow, but the Master quilter is bringing this mess all together for His Good. Press on!
2 Chronicles 20:12 ……….We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you!
Let every heartbreak
And every scar
Be a picture that reminds you
Who has carried you this far
‘Cause love sees farther than you ever could
In this moment heaven’s working
Everything for your good
“Tell Your Heart to Beat Again”
~thanks for walking with us on this journey~