There’s a thin line between the past and the present these days. The time I spend with Dad is circular. He is in the 1970’s and 80s, planning revivals and concerts. He is convinced that we have a revival to do and that the preacher really only has one good message so I should prepare to preach. I could show him how it’s done, Dad says. I suppose I’m facing what most caregivers face: Do you play along or bring him back to reality? I choose the latter, although it’s a temptation to enter his world and tell him it’s pack-a-pew night and the church is full. Nathan came in this weekend and was such a blessing to us all. The above is a picture of the three of us.
Today we move Mom in with Dad. We are praying that her presence will help but still the not-knowing is ever-present.
I wish I could report that I am strong enough to take all this. I used to believe the following statement was scripture:
“God will never give you more than you can handle.”
It’s not in there and it’s not true. God will often give us more than we can handle for the expressed purpose of showing us that we must trust Him in our weakness.
However, God will never give us more than He can handle. And that’s good news.