Sunday, November 4, 2007

"I want to go home."

On my mom's bad days, which usually involve crying, confusion, and helplessness, she has begun saying that she wants to go home. Of course, every family member took turns interpreting what they think my mom really means when she talks about going home. My dad, and probably the majority of my family, have chosen to believe that my mom means she wants to go back to how she was before Alzheimer's invaded her mind. I've never thought this conclusion was accurate, yet refused to believe my gut feeling that my mom might want to go to her eternal home.

As I listened to our pastor, Matt Chandler, preach, the Lord softly spoke to me about my mom's urge to go home. 2 Corinthians 5:1-3 says, "For we know that if the tent, which is our earthly home, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling, if indeed by putting it on we may not be found naked." Our bodies are not our home. This earth is not our home. I believe that my mom knows her Heavenly Father is at home and waiting for her. I can only pray that I will feel the peace she does when I have finished the race and am ready to go home.

1 comments:

Mikel said...

I just wanted to let you know that I'm thinking about you and that I pray for you and your family. The other day I just watched a movie about Alzheimer's and sobbed the whole time. I can't even imagine how hard it would be to have to live through it. You are a strong woman!

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