I wrote about a quiet saying that I learned to mumble to myself on challenging days; something like "remember 30 years from now". Translation: "Greg, get a grip. Calm down. Today's struggle is not a big deal. The Lord's got this. Think about the future, 30 years from now, when you hope that someone, likely a stranger or a nursing assistant, will show you kindness and patience when you grow weak."
My experience with Dad led me to think about the future. That future belongs to the Lord, is foreknown by him, and He calls the shots, but if he allows me to live here another 30+ years, I will eventually grow weak and struggle to care for myself. Without a next generation to step in and assist me, I know that I may enter a long-term care facility. I'm OK with the possibility. In fact, if I begin to falter, I will research the facility where I want to spend the last season of my life and admit myself there.
I already pray that I will be cooperative, gracious, and maintain a winsome Christian witness, and that the Lord will put some angelically kind strangers in my life to be gentle and understanding of my limitations and struggles.
No comments:
Post a Comment