God sends His gifts of grace in surprising ways. by Susanna Burkett Chenoweth Hope is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul –And sings the tunes without the words –And never stops — at all. — Emily Dickinson I paused in Mom’s doorway, softly reciting a scripture verse: “I can do all [things]…
Category: Caregiving
Lasting Love
Dementia steals many things — among them, the present and the future. But memories remain. One woman learned to find release and redemption in things her mother has forgotten.
Surviving in a ‘Sandwich Generation’
Dementia takes a tough toll on everyone — especially the primary caregiver. When that caregiver is a mother with young children at home, the task is even harder, squeezed between the constant needs of children and those of the mother. One woman experienced God’s strength in her weariness and learned how to make better decisions for herself and her family.
Two is the Loneliest Number
Caregiving is one of the toughest jobs there is, especially when the patient is a loved one. How do you handle the physical, relational, and emotional changes? Read one woman’s honest journey through her mother’s toughest days and the secret to her survival.
Support for the Caregiver
by Joyann Dwire After Mom passed away, I became co-facilitator of my church’s caregiver support group and discovered that what I had endured with my mother was not unique. In fact, many participants were dealing with more hardships than I had. Often the stress of caregiving was compounded by a lack of support —…
Present Loss, Future Hope
It happens in more and more families these days: a spouse’s forgetfulness, then increasing signs of memory loss. One woman cared for her husband as long as she could but had to stop after his dementia worsened. God made sure she was not alone.
Diary of a Caregiver
In caring for her father and his illness, a woman experiences the daily burden of an adult parent — and God’s provisions to help her survive.
A Patch of Blue Sky
Finding light in mental darkness. by Ruth Schiffmann Some people are like a patch of blue sky every day. Their voices soothe secret hurts. Their smiles absorb harsh words. Their touch heals mortal wounds. Their souls are thick and can cushion the most force-felt blow. My mother was one of those people. She clung…
Forget Me Not?
God’s help for wholeness. by Janice Hughes Mother stopped laughing and placed her bingo card on the table. “Who are you?” she asked as her eyes studied my face. I answered and waited for a glimmer of recognition from this woman who had given me life. There was none. In her soft, sweet voice,…
Tonya’s Cup
Breaking through a young girl’s personal prison. by Penny Smith “C’mon, Tonya, just a few more bites,” I coaxed, trying to catch up to her mouth with the fork as she dodged from side to side. Eventually she reached out and guided the fork to her mouth while staring vacantly into space. At last…
