My Prayer

My Mothers Hands

Author Unknown

I held her hands in mine last night...they looked so thin and worn...but they held

mine just as tightly...as the day that I was born.

Those gentle and expressive hands...

etched by work and care...have folded over

my bedside...many times in humble prayer.

They've washed for me...they've fed me...

they've helped me be a woman...There's something

of our Lord, Himself...

In every mother's hand.

O Lord, I pray for strength and wisdom to care for Mother with love and gentleness. Some days are much more difficult than I had anticipated!

When she looks at me and doesn't recognize me - I know that it's the result of this awful disease that is taking over and robbing her of 76 years of life's memories! The disease is taking away everything she knew! Everything that made her who she is - or was! It's easy some days to question why this should be happening to her - why when she has lived her life in service to God and was a good wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother!

She asked me this evening, to call Fred so that he could come pick her up and take her home! She said she didn't want to leave him at home without her. Of course, I had to tell her that he was gone and go over with her the last two weeks of his life! When I tell her details about events, sometimes she can then recall the events. It doesn't make it any easier for her - she has no concept of time! She asked me if he died today!

I don't know how long this journey will last or how much more difficult it will become. I only know that the strength to get through will come through God, I can't get through it any other way! My prayers are fervent! My faith is strong and I know that He will continue to bless us!

"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever." Hebrews 13:8