MONDAYS WERE MY DAY TO TAKE CARE OF MY MOMMA. JIM HAD SUNDAYS, AND THE CAREGIVER COMMANDED TUESDAY THRU SATURDAY.
Before Jim left that morning he mentioned that Momma’s toes were hurting her, so we decided either we could take her to the podiatrist for a toenail trim or I could take a whack at it, (ha…pun fully intended!).
That morning after feeding her breakfast in bed, I decided to take a closer look at her toenails. Ohhhhhhkaaaaayyyyy, well alrighty then! Not a pretty sight…or smell for that matter…I hadn’t had the pleasure of smelling “toe jam” since my boys were little, so it really took me back.
I attempted to trim her toenails, but success eluded me…ahhhh well…to the podiatrist we would go!
As I cleaned up my failed attempt to minister to her toes, I got to thinking about my reaction to her mangled extremities…at first I was taken aback, but then felt a surge of compassion for her pain and sought to relieve it…softly washing her disfigurement and wiping away the stench.
Isn’t that just how God is with us? He sees the ugliness of our sin, our attempts to control our lives which result in our own spiritual disfigurement… He sees our mangled emotions from the pain and losses we have endured…and He is not shocked or taken aback… He pours out His love onto us and wipes away our tears, washes away our stench…the parts of us that we hide from view, those broken places that we carefully conceal from those around us for fear of being rejected…
and He loves
and He heals.
Psalm 147:3 He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds.
How has God given you compassion for your parents as you’ve become their caregiver?
Has He spoken to you in special ways in the midst of the journey?