I don’t often talk about my grandparents because I think I’ll become attached inevitably making it hurt more. Sometimes you need to tell yourself to wise up and enjoy the precious moments you have like singing for your granda, actually sitting with your granny and not with your head in a book or even listening to granda as he tells you how precious you are. These moments won’t be here forever so enjoy them and talk about them. This is me sharing a part of my heart not many have seen.
A man came to my granny’s house. Let’s call him ‘D’. How can it be that one day she’s quiet but kind and the next she’s angry and sad all at the same time. D came and stole my granny. The tv tells you men like D won’t change your granny, but obliviously the tv hasn’t met my granny. Long gone are the days my visits brought smiles to her face, I’m not even sure if she recognises my face anymore. The tired eyes, the distant stares; looks like no one is in there. She cries out ‘when can I go home?’, ‘it’s not fair, I’m all alone.’ Not even a new born baby is enough to bring my granny back.
Once again I find him in his bed unwilling to rise and face another day. You see not only D did take my granny, he exchanged my granda for a strange man. He tells me he misses her and is awfully lonely at home. He loves to visit her, except for when D keeps him in his bed. There was a time my granda loved a walk but because of D his new found love is sleep.
D is poop; dementia is poop. I decided to do a little research on dementia. There are 850,000 people with dementia in the UK, with numbers set to rise to over 1 million by 2025. This will soar to 2 million by 2051. 225,000 will develop dementia this year, that’s one every three minutes. 1 in 6 people over the age of 80 have dementia, (shoutout to the Alzheimer’s society for their statistics). Reading those numbers honestly broke my heart but it also gave me a little peace knowing I’m not alone and that you probably know someone who suffer(s/ed) from dementia.
Hope? Where is it when sickness keeps throwing hopelessness in our faces. There’s so much hope in the bible but we struggle to listen or believe it because we have become so bitter. We don’t want to hear what God has to say unless it is; my precious child your loved one has been made well. Take a moment now, throw any and all bitterness away. Just for a minute. Listen to what He has to say;
Yet it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down.
And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God, a punishment for his own sins! But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed.
When they’re too weak to carry on Jesus carries them!! This reminds me of plaque that I have in my room;
“One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One belong to him and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that along the path of his life there was sometimes only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me. The Lord replied my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you during your times of trial and suffering. When you see only one set of footprints it was then I carried you.”
Perhaps you think you’re walking this journey alone or that Jesus has turned away from you and the one you care so dearly for. But I promise you He’s there, holding your hand, and on the darkest He’s carrying you. Not only does Jesus see your pain, He knows your pain. Sickness is not Jesus’ way of punishing us for our sins because Jesus already paid that price on the cross. And because He hung on the cross we are able to be healed. So don’t loose hope for healing, Jesus healed then and He will heal now. Cling tight to his promises like in Romans (I’m a big fan of this verse);
Yet what we suffer now is nothing compared to the glory he will reveal to us later.
What a promise! Everything will be okay in the end. Even if we have to say goodbye to some special people Jesus’ promises it will be okay again. We will be okay. Not only will we be okay, we’ll be even better than before. Goodness is coming. When I was writing this blog post I came across a verse in proverbs;
A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
I wasn’t sure at first how this was relevant as my granny doesn’t smile anymore never mind having a joyful heart. But perhaps it’s us who need the joyful hearts. When I visit my granda he smiles from ear to ear. Just seeing me is sometimes enough to get up or to eat that little bit more. Maybe my joy-filled heart is the medicine he needs to get up and go. Use your kind and loving heart, it might be just what your loved one needs.
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