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The psalmist wrote, “My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”
— Psalm 73:26 (NIV)
I watched my mother’s independence fade each year as she aged. As her hearing became worse, she lost the ability to listen to the radio and the TV. A stroke compromised her vision, and the joy she experienced sewing soon disappeared. She stopped reading and writing. A broken hip, difficulty breathing, heart failure — her independence slipped away day by day. I fervently tried to fix it all, to manage, to make things better, to buy this or that to help. For me, it was a desperate fight. But in the end, my efforts made little difference.
I needed God’s help to see the fine line between caregiving and attempting to stop the inevitable. Over time, I recognized my mother’s losses as part of her journey. As hard as it was, I realized I had to let go of trying to control her situation and trust that her devotion to God would see her through. And it did. The psalmist says, “Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God” (Ps. 71:18). My mom trusted God through each devastating loss; and I tried, though imperfectly, to accept her losses and to trust God as well.
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