My Mother is blessed and cursed at the same time. Blessed to be in a nice, luxury style nursing home, but cursed because a serious car accident lead her to this current living situation.
And here she at the end of her life, literally bruised and battered, with a broken body and spirit. It is so hard to witness someone you love in pain, depressed, and bewildered and not have any power to change the situation. Everything is falling apart and I can’t prevent it or do anything about it. I have to breathe in the pain. Breathe in the sadness. Breathe in my inability to stop her life force from coming to an end. We come into this world alone, and we leave it on our own.
This is the season we are in.
Just like how it is right now in New York, Autumn is ending and Winter is about to begin, there is a harsh cold reality coming upon my Mother and my family. Now is the winter of our discontent. There is life and there is death. And I can’t help but feel this downward pull. We are all headed to that finish line.
We believers live in faith that we have eternal life in Christ. We believe this world is our temporary home, it is not our eternal home.
And even though I have faith God will heal my mother’s body, I still see how difficult it is to be elderly and need others to do for you what you once so easily did for yourself. I feel the pain of what it is like to be helpless, feeble, weak, tired, broken, and sunk in despair.