As Dad and I continued to live together, we grew in grace and in our understanding of each other. I wrote earlier about Dad's substantial, yet inexpressible knowledge, and that awareness kept me from presuming any subject to be off-limits or beyond his grasp. AND I learned to maintain high expectations of the Lord to speak to my Dad through the confusing aspects of dementia. That's why I would often talk to him about current events, or explain something he saw on TV or the newspaper, or talk about the people, family or friends that we know, or read something from the Bible together, or invite Dad to pray with me for a moment. He could handle all of that. He could grasp all of that.
And through my Dad's usually cooperative spirit, contentment, and calm, happy demeanor, the Lord prompted me to keep praying, or read a Bible verse to him, or talk about the future and the things of the Lord, or continue to worship in a believing faith community (the Chapel). The Lord assured me that He is able! He is God. We are not. He could speak to my Dad, in all ways and at all times. I was encouraged to press on in the knowledge of the Lord, and not to underestimate His ability to break through any confusion.
By the way, those words ("He is able") have always been my three favorite words wherever they appear in Scripture. And because of the Lord and Dad, I love 'em even more today.
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