My Poetry

October 24, 2012

Anchored.

"Dementia may be a process that eats away at who I am, leaving an emptiness. But I will never be empty, because God will continually fill the spaces with His presence; with love, mercy, forgiveness, peace." 

That post really comforted me and reminded me of something my mom said to my grandma when she was struggling with Alzheimers and getting frustrated because she couldn't remember anything. She was looking at the picture from her wedding day hanging on the wall but could not remember the day or even that she had been married or recognize herself in the photo. My mom -- through tears -- said, "But He has them (the memories) and you'll get them back. You'll never be lost to Him."
This reminds me of the comfort I find in the Glory Be "... as it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be..." He ever shall be strong, loving, faithful and unchanging.  Just as an anchor holds a ship steady amidst wild storms and angry winds, so our God is our solid, unmoving anchor in whirling passions, changing emotions and unstable situations making up the storm of this world.

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