One day while vsiting Mom, I got a rare glimpse into the mind of one with Alzheimer’s. “I feel like I am in a tunnel and can’t find my way back,” she said. “Are you afraid?” I asked. “No, just frustrated.” “Where do you go in the tunnel?” I prodded. “I’m with my mother.” “Why do you go to your mother’s?” “Because she knows how to fix things,” she said, tapping her forehead.
Tag: Psalm 23
Stubborn as a Mule
Try to read psalm 23 as if you were that stubborn mule rather than a lamb. The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall want my own way. He makes me lie down in green pastures, but I will keep geting up and wanderng off to eat dead grass. He’ll pull me to quiet waters, but I will refuse to drink.
Full Circle
“I’m in the valley of the shadow of death right now, my precious granddaughter, but I am not afraid. I do not fear.” I did not understand what her words meant. I just nodded.