Tag: frontotemporal dementia

God Knows My Heart Before I Utter a Word

I held the warmth of my coffee cup to my chin, allowing the steam to rise and help remove the chill of this frosty spring morning. Sitting quietly, gazing out the window at the wonder of God’s creation, I sensed God’s presence drawing near. We didn’t speak. There was no need. God knows my heart before I utter a word.

David’s dementia is increasing, his ability to reason escaping his gentle spirit. It’s been a hard few days … and I needed to be held in my Savior’s love.

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Where are You, Lord, in My Difficult Season?

The morning light felt gentle and warm against my troubled spirit. I sat on the porch sipping my coffee, Bible in lap, birds offering praise from the old Juniper tree. Peace settled over me — contentment that had been missing for quite some time as I had prayed, “Where are You, Lord in my difficult season?”

“Speak to me through Your Word, Lord. I’m listening.”

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A Prayer as Your Light Grows Dim and Darkness Consumes

Lord, You are the Light of the World. In You there is no darkness. In You is found the hope of mankind.

There is no shadow of turning with You — only light, as we behold Your glory.

Turn our eyes on You, Lord, so that the things of this earth will grow strangely dim. The earth is rocking and rolling right now …

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A Prayer When Things Are Looking Up … All But My Thoughts!

Lord, I’m so thankful for You. You are perfect in all your ways. Your timing can be trusted, Your purposes accomplished in Your strength. I rejoice in the knowledge of Your love.

Thank You for shining Your light in the darkness of my circumstances where I can find Your hidden, eternal purposes. I am encouraged to know You are using my brokenness for Your glory.

My spirit knows this but my flesh is battling moments of weakness.

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Overcoming the Fear that Stirred Within Me

It was a brisk morning. The fire crackled beside me overcoming the chill in our home. The Word of God lay open on my lap overcoming the fear that stirred within me.

In our living room my husband blared the television with its insistent updates on the coronavirus pandemic — a necessary part of our lives these days, but a fear producer as well. With David’s dementia, the pandemic has created enormous amounts of paranoia in his mind which has caused a very decipherable decline in his mental condition over the past few weeks.

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Precious Lord, Take My Hand and Lead Me On

Curled up on the couch, I watched the sun rise over the ridge. Fresh, cool air streamed in through the open window awakening my senses, drawing my attention to the One who loves me.

I cradled my coffee cup and sipped from its warm goodness and became still, quieted in my spirit, lost in my thoughts.

Stirring deep in my spirit came a song, “Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, help me stand. I am tired, I am weak, I am worn … “

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When the Great I AM Becomes Your ‘He Is’

Dawn awakens with shades of lavender and apricot, glorious brushstrokes from the hand of God. Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is yet to be, but today — today is the moment in which we live and is the timeframe of the Great I AM. His grace IS sufficient. Great IS His faithfulness. He IS a very present help in times of trouble.

He is.

Right now. Each moment of each new day.

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When Clouds Remind Me of God’s Presence

I rounded the curve at the top of the hill — the curve that runs alongside a glorious pasture lush from recent rains. Clouds bubbled, some ashen in color. In the distance the mountain range rippled in shades of navy and slate blue. A cooling breeze wiped the sweat from my brow.

The moment was so peaceful. The morning had been difficult as David’s dementia marches on in its devastation. These few minutes of respite along our country road were like giant gulps from the well of Living Water.

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I Heard Her Song Through the Impending Darkness

There’s a dark cloud on the horizon — the deep charcoal winter-kind-of-dark cloud. A storm is coming with significant snowfall and fierce winds. A gray veil is settling over the mountain valley as the snow clouds roll in, softening the harsh brown of winter.

I sipped my coffee as I watched the sultry winter clouds deepen over the ridge.

To my right, down towards the old apple tree, a burst of sunlight made its way through the clouds and I could hear her song — a meadowlark rejoicing in the warmth of the unexpected light. Her song trilled across the impending darkness — perhaps in spite of the darkness and comforted my restless spirit.

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