It’s been a hard week with my dad.
Dementia is a wicked thing.
The grace in the day was spending time in at my quiet lake, meditating on
Psalm 27:4-6- seeking his face, gazing on his beauty, finding myself safe in his shelter and the ability to sing and make music to the Lord.
because if I don’t praise him, the rocks will praise him
linking this week at Scripture and a Snapshot and Sunday Community
Dementia IS wicked. At the same time (for me, at least) it is endlessly and all-at-once fascinating, challenging, demanding, and sad. It is drawing out the best in me, I believe. Qualities I never would have guessed myself to have…Then again, maybe they AREN’T “my qualities” but His remarkable grace.
Dementia is difficult and upsetting. Come to rest with God’s been drinking from a fountain and get new strength. Great, that praising God at the lake.
Visiting from Deidra’s place, today, and I’m so glad I stopped by. Blessings to you.