Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. James 1:27
At this moment, I’m sitting in a parking lot as my Nana gets her hair “fixed”. And I am aware more deeply today of this new phase of life I find myself in. Nana is my maternal grandmother and she’ll be 95 on Sunday. Until two months ago she was still tooling around town on her own, going to church, getting her hair done and going to doctors appointments that she hated. Then she got an infection that landed her in the hospital – twice – and since then it’s been quite different.
She’s always been fiercely independent so it’s been difficult for her to go from being able to take care of herself to needing help. At first, we had to insist on getting a shopping list from her so we could get her groceries. Then we had to insist on doing other errands for her. Then last week she made the BIG decision to give up her drivers license. But for her, it’s much more than just a license, it’s her independence – and she’s grieving. And while I can shop and shuttle and clean for her, I cannot help that grief I see in her eyes. And it breaks my heart.
When my hubby and I took her in 10 years ago, we knew this day would come. We were fully prepared. But I don’t think she was. God asked Hubby and I to take care of her. I promised my grandfather on the day he died that we would watch out for her. We will continue to keep that promise.
But as we adjust to this new phase I am reminded of just how much we all need each other. Of how hard it can be to accept help. Of just how fragile life really is.
Today I am praying that she would be comforted by the Lord, that He would surround her with His peace. That she would remember what is ahead, and not just what is behind. It’s a pretty good prayer for all of us.