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Trust Me

For six years Larry and I lived with my parents as they approached the last years of their lives. Moving in with my parents when I was 60 had never remotely existed on my 5- or 10-year plan, yet it became an unexpected blessing.  We traveled from Michigan to Idaho to live with them and throughout those years I was continually amazed at how much I learned from my mom as she suffered from dementia.  Here are a few important life lessons she taught me,

Laugh at the repetitive humor – as a little child would

 Almost every night after we had cleared the dishes Mom asked, “What do I do next?”  And almost every night Larry’s response would be “Dance with me.”

He would put his arm around her shoulder and start doing the quasi-Rockettes kick while she stared at him in disbelief.  Mom would look over at me and say “You live with this guy?  I think I’ll send you a sympathy card.”

The same after-dinner conversation happened often, but of course it was new every day for Mom.  I learned to find delight in the repetition.

Many times during the day Mom would ask,

What do I do, what do I do

She simply needed direction and instruction about what comes next in her day since she would wander if left on her own. So I gave her jobs she loved and had done for decades yet  couldn’t remember what they were –  like watering the hanging flowers on the deck, emptying the dishwasher or help with making applesauce.

Sometimes we’d take a walk down the lane and talk about the crops growing nearby.  We would exclaim in amazement when the corn next to the lane grew taller than us.  Mom was a fair-weather walker, if there was a whisper of wind or if the weather was over 80 degrees, a walk would not happen. 

My favorite time of the day was 10:00 because it became music time. Mom had played piano for over seven decades so she had most hymns and popular songs memorized.  I could keep her busy by naming songs – anything from You Are My Sunshine to Amazing Grace – and she would play them beautifully by memory, complete with modulations and improvisation.  Although she didn’t ever know who I was (are you the lady that lives at the end of the hall?) she remembered the notes to every song I ever named.

One day I came into the den when she was waking from her nap.  She was in tears, crying out,

Lord, what do I do, what do I do?

Confusion reigned in her mind as it had become tangled and disobedient to her commands and desires.

What a beautiful picture of what we should be doing every minute of every day.  I need to stay connected with Jesus and seek His guidance to live my life well. He has promised to give wisdom to those who ask.  Sometimes He simply says,

Trust Me.  Give thanks because I am working for your good, even when there is confusion and darkness all around.

Whenever I instructed Mom to do work like snapping beans, she is usually eager, although not without a few moans and groans now and then.  But if there is no direction from me, she would have no idea where to go or what to do.  If I am out of sight for more than a few minutes I would hear her calling,

Help! Help!

I would quickly come to comfort Mom and steer her back again to set the table and fill the glasses with water…

My mom taught me so much during those days.  Even though her mind was foggy and forgetful, Jesus often spoke through her life into mine.

Look to the weak people of the world, there is wisdom to be found.

Slow Down

Dear Daughters,

          When I was in junior high I loved to play the piano, loud and fast.  I hated to play slow songs – they were so boring.  Plus, all the kids were impressed when I played fast and loud – spider fingers is what they called me.

            Later on in college, Professor Worst would say to me,  

Slow down, Shari, your music will have so much more life to it if you just go slower.  Breathe.

            Years ago, when I walked with my friends I loved to walk fast.  We would walk and talk and walk.  Then when Grandma came to visit, just she and I would go walking.  I would be silently annoyed because she walked slower than I liked, but I would grudgingly adapt to her speed. 

            When you are in Wyoming and the gas gauge on your car is getting low and there’s not a gas station for another 52 miles, what’s the best thing to do?  Slow down so your miles per gallon goes up and maybe, just maybe you can make it to the next town before the tank is empty. It didn’t always work for us, but in theory it should.

            In my younger years I wanted to be efficient, multi-task, get the most done in the least amount of time.  Isn’t that the way a good Christian woman should be?  I wanted to do my best for God, which meant to do it quickly and well.  I expected the same from God: He should be efficient, answer my prayers according to my timetable, maybe not quickly, but I really shouldn’t have to wait too long, should I?

            And then I got sick and was laid low, on my back, for weeks.  I couldn’t walk around the block, much less walk fast around the block.  Of course, I was irritated, angry that I didn’t get better quickly. 

            One day as I was on the couch, lying down and looking up, I read in Isaiah the following words that jumped out from the page:

Woe to those who say, ‘Let God hurry and carry out His plans so that we can see something happening and know that His word is true.’  (5:19)

I was shocked, surprised, and truth be told, hurt, to read that God was in no hurry to answer my prayers of healing or of anything else I desired, in fact there was a ‘woe’ attached to hurry.  In the past I had been so busy that I had not listened to his voice that also said,

 Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him.

Psalm 37:7

            A few months ago, I was practicing the song Breathe on the piano and it had some difficult parts in it when I was keeping the same speed throughout.  But as I was working out the hard spots, having to go slow, I noticed a beauty I hadn’t heard before.  I found that if I took extra time and breathed into the song some times of slowing, stretching the tempo, it came alive and was much more beautiful than simply trying to keep the challenging parts the same speed as the rest of the song.  I needed to be reminded again, Slow Down.  Especially the hard parts.

Eventually I was able to get up and around again after my extended time on the couch, and now I am still learning to go slow, take time, and

Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.

Psalm 27:14

I’m assuming that because the phrase, Wait for the Lord, is stated two times in that little short verse, God is really serious about us waiting.  So, what are we waiting for?  I think waiting sounds a little like trusting in God’s timing, not demanding our own way right now.  Our culture has taught us that we deserve immediate gratification – if you want it, you go and get it.  But Jesus desires to teach us about delayed gratification, learning to be joyful and expectant and trusting before He brings the answer. 

As Ann Voskamp says so often,

Life is not an emergency.

In God’s eyes, relationships are much more important than keeping busy.  The rewards that come from listening to your husband’s and children’s hearts, acknowledging their hurts and triumphs will endure much longer than any busyness we may conjure up on our own. 

In our marriages we want changes in ourselves, our husband, and in our kids.  When we invite God into our hard parts of life, He will bring about change – but never in a hurried way.  He will work out every detail, every hurt, every little thing in us and in our families in His time.  Trust Him with your life – and slow down.

Love, Mom

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