“I feel like I’ve been sentenced to prison for a crime I didn’t commit.”
I went to bed last night thinking of those words my dad shared with me over the phone yesterday. And, I wasn’t sure what to say to him except…”I know, Dad.”
It’s been nearly 8 months since the stroke that left my dad unable to get out of bed. From our conversations, I know he is still in the denial stage of his situation. He dreams of going home. He dreams of driving again. He just doesn’t understand why my brother wont let him go home. In our conversations, I feel myself walking this fine line between wanting to give him hope but not getting his hopes up.
I woke up this morning with a song on my heart.
This is where the healing begins, oh
This is where the healing starts
When you come to where you’re broken within
The light meets the dark
The light meets the dark
And so I pray that God will continue to work even though I can’t see anything. I pray that God will continue to heal my dad’s heart. I pray that my dad will recognize and embrace the help reaching out for him.
God has a way of meeting us in the darkest of circumstances. I know this. I know that His love brings with it a joy and peace that doesn’t make logical sense. There is no explaining it. Yet, when you find it and grab hold of it with all your heart, there is no denying it.
Linking with Tracy from My Daily Walk in His Grace
Thinking of you and your Dad. I know this can be so hard for people in these situations. I’m sure you are a big encourager to him.
Thank you, Tammy.
Hugs & Prayers and more Prayers.
Means a lot, Anne. Thank you.
Thinking of you and your dad Eileen. Living away is hard (as it was for me when mom was dying of cancer). But praying God will be real for both of you.
I really appreciate that, Bill
Those debilitating illnesses are the worst. You just feel so helpless and useless. Remind your dad of all the good he is still doing in your life.
Yes, they definitely remind us of how little control we have
Waiting on God is the only thing we can do.
My Dad is barley grasping the severity of the situation…this is way he catch him crying sometimes…he doesn’t want us taking care of him…mainly…taking him to the bathroom and bathing him…
i asked him the other day where he wanted to walk to when he begins to walk again…he said…the bathroom…
It’s tough to see him and his dignity be compromised…in that way…but…he is learning to trust in Him…as are we…
Arny, as much as I hate that you and your family are dealing with this too…I love that God puts people in our path who understand just when we need it. Thank you, friend, for you encouragement and for sharing.
Praying for you friend…
It is well.