December 9, 2018 Sunday
Today, a crystal-clear cold and sunny day, I’m sitting in front of the fire and just relaxing. I’m listening to the classic gospel song “Pray for Me” by Reverend Richard White, and trying to revive an old suit by sewing on new buttons. Song after song has me weeping as the greatness and kindness of G-d the Father comes through.
I don’t often bring my personal situations to this blog, but today I’m breaking my own rules. My mom, Mary Leona Orvis, an unusually spry 82 year-old, has been through the mill this month. She went into the hospital one way and came out with level 2 Alzheimer’s disease. We are grateful for her progress, but I’m having a hard time accepting this as her new normal.
I want to say it’s a reaction to all the meds she’s on. I want to think that she just needs better nutrition and sleep. Maybe she’s just too dehydrated. (Some of these months in MN feel like you’re being freeze dried.) But I’m wrestling with seeing this woman, a retiree of nursing after 51 years, become the patient.
She has been a pillar of strength to thousands, and is even more so to me and my family! How can I watch her crack and crumble? O Jesus, pray for me! Family of G-d, will you pray for me? I invite you to listen to this genuine plea from “Mr. Clean” a.k.a. Richard White. Maybe the Lord has something for you also in his cry for help?
Sincerely, James D. Orvis