Sometimes people with dementia speak with profound wisdom. Or maybe God is sending a message through them. I remember one day, being amazed by the clarity of truth in Mom’s words…,
Mama was sitting in her rocking chair, in the house she’d lived in for over fifty years, when she said, “I want to go home.”
She said this often. So instead of explaining to her again that she was home, I tried a different approach. I asked, “Where is home, Mom?” And without pondering or delay Mom spoke such clear words of discernment, that I still marvel at them.
“Home is where they want you,” she replied.
I was so struck by this response that it took me a minute or so to reassure Mom that of course we wanted her here. I don’t actually think she was looking for reassurance though. And I’m still not sure if she even knew exactly what she was saying.
But what an insightful definition—home is where they want you. It rings true to my heart. Home is where you feel comfortable and wanted. Or at least where you should feel that way.
It reminds me how important it is to live life in a way that shows people how wanted they are. Because we all want to be wanted. We all need to be wanted.
And what a comfort to remember that we all ARE wanted.
We can know this because Jesus says in John 14:1-3 (NLT) “Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me. There is more than enough room in my Father’s home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me, where I am.”
Everyone is wanted. All who put their trust in Jesus have an eternal home. Jesus wants us with Him. Always. The Creator of the universe wants us with Him so much that He sent His Son to die for our sins. We are wanted. We are loved incredibly.
On this earth some people are homeless. But in eternity no one has to be. Home is where they want you. And we are all wanted.
My precious Mama is Home with Jesus now. We miss her here, but she is wanted there. She is home. And we will all be Home together someday.
Such a wonderful and true statement! I lost my mom to Alzheimer’s and cancer on Thanksgiving day last year. I struggle daily without her, I know she is better and watching me from above. She is “at home” now and your words bring me such comfort. Thank you!
I’m so sorry for your loss, Jolie. My mom just passed in December and I miss her every day. But it does comfort me to know she is whole and happy and home! I’m grateful to hear this post brings you comfort. God bless! ~Cheryl
What a wonderful and precious post!
Thank you so much, Joyce! ~Cheryl
What a wonderful post. I recently discovered your blog so I have been playing “catchup”. My deepest condolences for the loss of your mother but she is where we all shall be someday. My older sister who is only 62 has Parkinsons dementia and seeing someone you love very slowly fade away is heartbreaking but reading some of your posts has really been a comfort. Blessings to you.
Thank you so much, Angela. I appreciate your condolences and that you took time to read past posts. I’m so thankful to hear they have been a comfort to you! Like you said, it is heartbreaking to see a loved one slowly fade away. I’m so sorry about your sister. Writing has been a way for me to deal with emotions, and hearing that what i’ve shared helps others is a double blessing. Thank you! And blessings to you as well! ~Cheryl
What a wonderful message. My dear mother and my precious oldest sister are home in heaven now. I still miss them every day and sometimes pick up the phone to call them. Thanks for posting this wonderful tribute
I’m sorry about your mother and sister. I understand what it’s like to miss someone everyday! What a comfort to know our loved ones are with Jesus! Thank you for your kind comments!
I will trek the twenty-four miles to sit with my sweet Momma tomorrow. She will be happy to see me. She always knows who I am. Her only daughter. She smiles and hugs, but doesn’t know how to carry on conversation anymore. That’s one thing I dearly miss. Good advice, words of wisdom, knowledge of the ages. It’s buried somewhere deep in her mind, or maybe erased from memory. I miss her laugh and remembering funny stories with her, I miss her wit. I’ll go to visit, but I’ll miss her at the same time.
I know what you mean, Kimbra. I’m sorry — it’s a tough road. What a blessing that she still knows you. I was always so touched when Mom seemed to recognize me or my name. May God give you strength and grace for your journey! ~Cheryl