He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
Psalm 91:4 NIV
Dear Friends~
My thoughts and poem posted in May reflected the anguish I felt witnessing my beloved Dad in peril. Dad's struggle with an exotic disease called Lewy Body Dementia, hurled him into turbulent waters, and left him holding on for dear life. God heard and answered our prayers. Through it all, His mercy and faithfulness abounded, turning heartbreaking trials into smiles of gratitude.
It is with joy, I share great news. Dad not only survived the trauma of this incredible journey (weeks of nighmarish hospitalizations), but his prayers to return home, along with the prayers of many, were answered. We brought Dad home in mid-June! Praise God!
Though I'm rarely at a loss for words, and a retired registered nurse, the trauma of witnessing so much suffering left me speechless. I could not bring myself to share it here. I filled notebooks with stories and journaling, and priceless conversations with Dad, but a veil had been lowered to the outside world.
Once I returned home, I retreated to a very inner place. I needed time to recover--sleeping for a week--after 24/7 caregiving; also, to catch up on two months away from home. Though hubby had visited me in Florida at the end of the first month, we followed each other around the house like newlyweds. In the sanctuary of our home, I had time to slow down, reflect, and refresh my empty vessel.
I've wondered how I could bridge the events that played out in Florida to the present. The experience was a little like being in a snowstorm, struggling to find a way to help Dad survive. Some days I froze in fear and helplessness as medical treatment served to worsen his condition. Other days, when I found God's shelter in the midst of the storm, I rejoiced. Small victories gave us hope with each sign of improvement.
For now, I'll save details about this amazing story because no doubt they will someday find their way onto the pages of a book. Once again, I can testify to God's mysterious ways~ to hear, to heal, and to hasten His angels when Dad needed them the most. For every prayer you lifted up for Dad and my family, I am so grateful.
Have you ever cried out to the Lord and witnessed His faithfulness in your circumstances?
May God bless you richly,
Barbara
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