Daddy has dementia. It’s the cruelest and strangest of diseases. He seems to float between moments of complete clarity, and absolute confusion and even delusion.
We have had a rough few days as his sweetheart, my precious mom, the best caregiver ever, fell ill and had to go to the hospital. She’s better now but watching her pull away in that ambulance seemed to wreck Daddy for a bit.
But while I sat with him Friday, with family coming in and out because Daddy can’t take care of himself, much less his sweetheart of 53 years, he looked at me and said, “you know, I’m not even mad at God about all this.”
I wasn’t sure what “all this” was to him in that moment, so i just listened as he explained that if everything hadn’t happened as it had, he wouldn’t have his family around him so much.
In that moment of clarity, my Daddy was reminding me to see the blessing in the hard days and not allow anger from adverse circumstances to be directed toward God.
Yes, we live in a fallen world where death, disease, and division are reeking havoc in many ways for many of us right now.
But God is still faithful. Do you see Him in this day?
He is always good. Have you thanked Him for the blessings you do have?
For as we continue to trust the Lord and look for and count His blessings-even in the hardest of days- we can experience a peace and joy that those who decide their situation is unfair and get upset with God just never will.
Yes, this is hard. Stinking hard some days. But like my Daddy, I can still see blessings; and I will praise the Lord for He is so very good to me.
And yesterday, as the sun shone so brightly, I talked my 90 year-old Daddy into going on a ride in the side by side with me. His smile…that’s a blessing I’ll count! ❤️