Memory Care

Remembering Jesus in Memory Care – Part One

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And He took bread, and when He had given thanks, He broke it and gave it to them say, “This is my body, given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” Luke 23:19 ESV

While we sing, she keeps her eyes closed, though a tiny bit of a smile forms on her lips. The lady to her right is soundly asleep, with her head slumped forward, but the man on her right sings softly along, “Jesus Loves Me, this I know. For the Bible tells me so…”

 About halfway through the dozen songs that we sing that day, in the memory care unit, she looks up and begins joining in. Then, after I close in prayer, she is delighted when I offer her my hand saying, “Good morning, Kate! God bless you! I’ll be back next week, Lord willing and….,” then I pause to let her fill in the words: Kate smiles and chimes in, “And the crick don’t rise!”

The greatest loss in memory care wards, is more than the memory of the residents. The deepest issue is that most of them are forgotten by everyone else. But Jesus remembers them, and He calls some of us to follow HIm into memory care ministry, I know there are difficult days, and times when it looks pointless. Maybe you might ask God if there isn’t some easier job that He could send you to do. What about the hungry children in Africa, the local crisis pregnancy center, or medical missions to South America? While each of those ministries matters to God, He has chosen to place you and I in a place where less volunteers go than to some of the poorest mission fields on earth. Jesus’ plan is for us to reach out in His name, and it all begins just as His ministry did when He called His disciples by name and today He asks us to remember the names of each person that He sends us to!

A Caregiver’s Story

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I was so blessed by my fellow blogger, Hope’s post over on Patiently Hopeful that I had to share this with my readers. I really enjoyed her insight that being a caregiver is not only for those in long-term care. Being a mother (or father) is caregiving. Being a pastor, a teacher or a coach, we are each entrusted with the job of caring for someone. But there are also times in life when that caregiving role demands far more and presses us to our limits. That is when the lessons learned, as Hope tells us, will be most needed. Have a blessed day everyone!

What caregiving is teaching me…

Every Day’s a Gift

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For consider your calling, brothers: not many of you were wise according to worldly standards, not many were powerful, not many were of noble birth. 1 Corinthians 1:26 ESV

This morning, I took a friend down for an appointment with her neurologist, because lately she has gotten lost on the way. Since the visit stretched on for an hour and a half, it gave me plenty of time to read, and to observe the many patients streaming in and out of the office. At one point my knees were getting stiff, so I went to the door and as I began to step outside, I noticed a man coming up the walk, trailed by an older gentleman, who I took to be his father. Since I was in the doorway anyway, I held it open, for them, and they both smiled and thanked me, but the older man also apologetically said, “Sorry, but I’m a little slow.” Once they entered, the receptionist had forms for them to fill out and the younger one, pulled out a bag full of prescription bottles and proceeded to make sure they were the same as those already printed out on the form. Then, apparently that being the only purpose of their visit, after they finished the paperwork, and answered a few questions, they turned and headed towards the door. Again, the older man trailed far behind, shuffling a bit with his feet. “Have a good day,” I said as they passed.

Not expecting anything else to be said, I turned back to reading the day’s news on my phone, but as the older man reached for the door, he turned, flashed a smile towards me and said,

Remember, every day’s a gift!”.

As they headed home, I realized that, while most of us had seen this man with sympathy, but few could see how aware he was of his position in life. Once he could have sprinted up the walk, flung open the door and been the one helping others to their seats. But now, hobbled by years, and a body that no longer cooperated with him he bravely was entering a new and challenging chapter in life. But in his weakness, he had recognized grace and saw that grace could help in his weakest state. He had come to recognize that God was over it all, and as firmly in control as He has ever been. He had seen that, life is a gift, and in fact, all that God had done was a gift, from creation to the Cross. God planted the garden, then gave it to man. God created Eve and presented her to Adam. God even feeds the birds he created and gave them songs to cheer us. He sent His only Son, then gave His most precious gift of all, the blood of Jesus Christ for our sins. And right now, God offers a much overlooked and amazing gift. God’s gift is for Muslims and Hindus, for pastors and paper boys, for children and especially for one man who can only shuffle up the walkway to his doctor’s office. He has found that while he can no longer work, play baseball, or even drive his own car, he can be grateful and give a smile to me and say, “Remember, every day’s a gift!”