Being a caregiver has taught me, among many other lessons, that God has a sense of humor. And He often sends me a smile when I need one.
And I’ve needed them a lot lately. Because caregiving is hard. It’s stressful. It can be grueling.
The last few weeks have been especially tough. My daughter, Annie, and I feel the weight of Mama’s care and all the decisions and work and pressure that surround that. And my Dad has strong opinions and is grieving as he is slowly losing his beloved wife.
And sometimes the stress of it all clashes loudly and we say things we don’t mean and emotions pour out in strong words and flowing tears. And I cry out to God, “Lord, we don’t know what to do, but our eyes are upon You!”
And then we pray. And we apologize. And God speaks wisdom through my husband. Calming wisdom. And we are learning to walk in that wisdom, but stumbling along on the way.
As new challenges come up we have begun to tell each other, “It will be okay.” And “Have faith in God.” And we look for the next wise step to take.
Yesterday, we were having another challenge. Our caregiving agency had assigned a brand new caregiver without giving her any training with Mom yet. They usually have a new person shadow an experienced caregiver first. Thankfully, Annie was available to be over with Mom at the same time, or it just wouldn’t have worked.
Anyway, the good news is that according to Annie, the new caregiver has great potential! And when she was introducing herself to Dad, who is hard of hearing, Dad said, “Fay? Your name is Fay?”
And she answered, “No. Faith. Like faith in God.”