The Gift of a Moment
“Lord, help her” I prayed as I walked into the dark bedroom. She sat with her feeble body slumped in the rocking chair. Her pale face tilted to one side. Mother’s slightly parted, chalky lips dribbled saliva. Her body, once lithe and agile, was now frail and thin, even against the delicate detail of the chair. I wiped her face and she smiled. Slipping into the chair beside her, I snuggled close, inhaling the familiar scent of the skin I knew from infancy.
Coping with Alzheimer’s
This physical closeness is all that remained of the mother and daughter relationship we once had. Soon after Mother’s diagnosis with Alzheimer’s disease, her ability to communicate ceased. Within two years, Dementia, a cruel thief, robbed her of the ability to learn, to imagine, and to reason. Sadly, it advanced rapidly and held her hostage-though without ransom. Our roles reversed and I became her caregiver. My breath caught in my throat as I watched her, and I held back the urge to cry. How I longed to tell her how I loved her and have her understand. It was just too late.
Like the metamorphosis of a butterfly in reverse, she lost her wings; her ability to fly, and the personal freedoms she fiercely guarded. Laughter use to resonate throughout the house, echoing her passion and delight in even the smallest things. Now, only weak cries interrupted the heartbreaking silence.
Her milk-white hands clasped a yellowed handkerchief once belonging to my father. She stared at her fingertips without blinking as they lightly traced the outline of a cursive E embroidered on its corner. Her tears seeped into the kerchief. She kissed it and drew it close. I laid my head on her chest and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to remember her as she once was.
Remembering my Mom
I am four years old and scrape a knee falling off my tricycle. I run into the house crying and call for my mother. She kneels beside me and looks at the tiny wound. She kisses the damaged spot then holds me close. I smell the familiar scent of lily of the valley on her skin.
Again, I remembered:
It’s my wedding day. We are sitting on the bed in my room as she hands me something wrapped with a freshly starched handkerchief. Inside – a string of pearls she wore on her own wedding day. I place them at my throat and lift my hair as she fastens the complicated clasp. She cups my face with her hands and gently whispers, “Guard your memories and hold them close to your heart, never let them go”. We are crying.
A stream of sunshine filled the room, bringing me back to the present, or was it? I felt the warmth of her palms under my chin. Startled, I realized that her eyes, just masked with a veil of tears, were alert and sparkling, brimming with mischief. This was real! We were together in our memories, and now sharing the moment. Our eyes met and we laughed, delighting in each other’s company.
“I love you, Mum”, I said. She squeezed my hand and smiled, and then her grip loosened. Her snowy head lifted slightly as her lips formed words without sound. Cradling her in my arms, I hummed her favorite hymn, and as I did, I thought I heard an infant cry. A tear slipped and I brushed it away as I prayed, “Lord, thank You for giving us one last chance to share our love.” God’s gift of a final moment would last a lifetime.
Spend eternity with your loved ones. Have you ever wondered where you will be when your life and the lives of the ones you love are complete? You can know that you will spend eternity in heaven.
You matter to God. He loves you so much that He gave His only Son for you. You can receive Christ right now by faith through prayer. Praying is simply talking to God. God knows your heart and is not so concerned with your words as He is with the attitude of your heart. Here’s a suggested prayer:
Lord Jesus, I want to know you personally. Thank you for dying on the cross for my sins. I open the door of my life to you and ask you to come in as my Saviour and Lord. Take control of my life. Thank you for forgiving my sins and giving me eternal life. Make me the kind of woman you want me to be.
If this prayer expresses the desire of your heart, pray it right now and Christ will come into your life as He promised.